"I don't know what's colder,man, my heart or my necklace"
-Cardi B•••
Katara's POV:
"Dad please don't leave me here" I pleaded with my father,for what it seems like the hundredth time."I don't need help!" I exclaimed before realising a frustrated sigh throwing my head back on the car seat.
"The hell you do! You burnt down down your school" he said glaring at me.
"Okay you're being dramatic, it was just the kitchen, and for the last it wasn't intentional! Damn" I grumble crossing my arms over my chest.
I was one hundred percent honest, it wasn't intentional. Just a prank gone very very wrong.
"Look it just for a year, alright that's like six months" I looked at him dead in the eye as soon as those words escaped his lips.
"I hate you"
"Love you too baby girl" he placed a warm kiss on my head and i couldn't but smile at him.
"Bye old man" I said getting out of the car.
"Fuck you! I'm 41!" He yelled before driving off.
I sighed adjusting my outfit which was a two piece white crop top and and a pair of matching white biker shorts, topped of with a blue and white oversized jacketed and some blue air Jordans.
Of course the school held up to it's reputation, it was beautiful, didn't even look real, like something out of a movie.
"Fancy looking prison" I mumbled to myself as I made my way into the school.
The "Kyoshi boarding academy" is just another way of saying prison for mentally ill Teens.
I walked through the halls feeling everyone eyes on me.
What? Y'all never seen a bad bitch before?
Finally I had found what I was a looking for, my locker. I put in the combination code that was sent to my email, and unlocked it.
It the mist of arranging my locker my eyes caught something.
A guy, an angel? Greek god? Well whoever this motherfucker was,I'd let him hit for free.... Hell I'd pay him to hit me like literally choke the shit out of me while he-
Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there.
Okay maybe I'm being dramatic but the man was fine as hell!
Standing at least 6'2 with bugling biceps, wavy brown hair that almost covered his grey eyes. Shrap ass jawline, broad shoulders. And the best part? I could see a few tattoos on his body.
He was walking next to this boring guy with tanned skin and brown shaggy hair.
"I told you keep my girls name outta your mouth" I heard him say with my sharp ears that always wouldn't mind their business.
"I can keep her name out my mouth but.... I don't know what else thoug-" before the other guy could finished his sentence.
Mr Greek god punched him right in the face making the other guy loose his balance and fall to the ground.
He quickly got on top of him repeatedly punching the guy.
Woah, fight on my first day of school?
Cool.Just when it looked like toothpick guy was about to get a blow in,two security guards rushed in pulling them off each other.
Me Greek god aggressively shrugged he guard of him started walking away, but he couldn't get far when a light skin girl, with short black curly hair and tattoo covered skin stopped him.
"What the hell was that?! No what the hell was that?!" She questioned him angrily.
"He was running his mouth"
"So?!"
"So? So I'm just supposed to keep quiet when someone says that kind of shit about you?!"
"No, what you're supposed to do is to trust me! When did you stop trusting?" She said that softly but I still heard her.
The mysterious man walked away from his , girlfriend? I think not,too sure.
"Aang!"
She called out to him but he didn't stop
"Aang! Either we have this conversation right the fuck now! Or there will be no more conversation between us!" I could see it.
The slight hesitation in his step before walking away finally disappeared at the end of the hallway.
The crowd slowly went back to their business whilst the girl stormed off in the other direction.
Okay, this year finna be lit!
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