Breaking the story

Going crazy...maybe

I leaned against the wall and glanced at the 'St Arianne's Academy' sign, my mind oddly vacant. A flash of red to my left made me blink and I spied an elegant figure walking past. Her auburn hair sat in perfect curls and a smirk was ironed onto her face. Ugh. I couldn't stand Bloom. The thought ricocheted around in my head even as I smiled and waved at her. Her smile stayed the same as she absently waved back.

"Hey, Bloom," I said eagerly, my voice sugary sweet. She didn't bother answering back. I was just Beatrice, after all.

I started walking towards class and I wasn't quite sure why. My body didn't feel as if it was under my control. I tried to force myself to stop but it didn't work. A feeling of panic was burning in my chest. What class was I going to? What was going on?

Iris lounged against the wall, her gum a rosy pink bubble. She was pretty and athletic, her blonde hair long and luscious. Her legs were a model's dream. She was my best friend.

"Iris!" I shouted and rushed over. She lazily raised her eyes and smiled at me.

"Bea, where have you been? Lucas is back!" At the mention of Lucas she jumped up and down like a puppy, her laziness gone. My other friend Grace stood beside her, lost for thought.

"Elijah and Nathan are back too," Grace said dreamily. Her pink hair was neon bright and it hurt my eyes.

"That's great!" I said, surprised. I tried to tell them that something was wrong with me but my mouth wouldn't form the words. Also, I couldn't remember Lucas ever leaving. Or his cohort, for that matter. "Where did they go again?"

Iris looked at me as if I were mad.

"Abroad, of course," she replied.

"Where abroad?" I asked, my confusion growing. Surely I would've heard about this. Iris was obsessed with Lucas and his friends. Iris paused and glanced at Grace.

"Just somewhere...abroad," she said and she leaned forwards as if to catch a glimpse of Lucas down the hall.

What? But at that moment, my body lurched forwards. I was dragged towards a mass of people by my mysterious body snatcher. 

There was a faint roar from down the hallway. The sound of screaming and yelling. I wanted to tense, to yell for help. I wanted to make sure something awful wasn't happening. Instead, I found myself rushing after Grace and Iris, an excited squeal making its way out of my throat.

"He's back!" Iris shouted and we slammed into a crazed crowd of people. There were girls waving flags with names on them and boys elbowing to be furthest forward. Iris wrestled her way to the front, dragging me with her. That's when I saw them.

Lucas was a teenage girl's dream, all muscle and coal black hair. His face was etched in a permanent scowl, which was interpreted as cool. He sauntered down the hallway as if he were modelling school uniforms and Iris nearly had an aneurysm.

"Lucas!" She shouted and he barely nodded at her. I wanted to snort but I found myself smiling at him adoringly. What the heck? Was my whole body asleep?

Behind him walked Nathan and Elijah. Nathan was leaner than Lucas, his eyes a chocolate brown that reminded me of a puppy dog. His brown hair fell over into his eyes and I saw a gaggle of girls swoon at the sight. I'd never really spoken to Nathan but this was ridiculous. Elijah flashed a grin at the girls and they pressed forwards to get to him. But not too close. He raised a hand like a rockstar acknowledging his fans and I wanted to laugh. His blonde hair was pushed to the side and even I had to admit he looked good. He played guitar in his free time and Grace loved to tell us how talented he was.

But why was half the school here?

And why was I clamouring to get close to them, these three random popular boys?