A Dream Made Real

Chapter 2

I know... As in I know I should have listened to the principle, as in I know I should have faced forwards, as in I know that I should have paid attention to my brother when he jabbed at my side with elbow, as in I know I should have moved when the students began to, when the bell rang. I knew... I understood but my eyes wouldn't move from him. they would move from the skin, the muscle on his arms, the stubble under his chin, the way his lips pursed in a smirk, the way his black eyes examined me. I suddenly felt so naked even though I was wearing my uniform. It felt like he was peeling my clothes off with his eyes. My brother pinched me and I yelped turning to him as he shoved me by jabbing my side towards the front office.

"Stop! Stop it!" I screamed but he kept jabbing me until I slapped his hands and glared at him.

"Back to reality? It's about time." He said and walked past me. I glanced around and saw people stare at us going towards the front office but I wasn't looking for them instead I was looking for him. My eyes scanned the area, the entire quad but I couldn't see him any where. Was it my imagination?

We talked to the principle but when I say we I mean my brother talked for me. He always did that. He never liked what I had to say because I had a knack for using swear words where I shouldn't but how is it my fault? I was raised around boys I learned their culture not my fault that he acts more like a girl than I do? After the talk my brother gave me my timetable and I rolled my eyes when we left the office.

I walked through the quad annoyed by how much concrete filled the area and then began to search through the different buildings trying to find my classroom. The first subject I had was English which should be fun because it's the one thing I'm good at. I suddenly sensed something burn into my back and knew what it was. Someone was glaring at me. I turned the sensation lifting off me and smiled at the girl feeling the heat of my anger bubble inside me. Raised with boys right? Meaning I fight like one too.

"Do you have something you want to say to me?" I asked being polite taking my hands from my pockets but on the inside Wanna start me? That's cool. I don't mind getting into a fight on my first day.

"No... you got something you want to say to me?" The girl asked.

She looked like one of those popular scheming I-can-ruin-your-high-school-life b*tches. Which were the kind I hated most. I held my hands behind me flexing my fingers as I walked up to her. She was taller than me, light brown hair fair skin and Hazel eyes. I could smell a fragrance lift off her skin meaning she wasn't here for education but for something more sexual, sensual, someone to notice her because the scent was thick, not like a light spray of deodorant. My smiled widened.

"I'm not at this school to make trouble but if you want some don't think I won't give it to you." I said tilting my head slightly letting my hair flop in front of my shoulders. I turned around and walked forwards then glanced up at a second balcony and saw him standing there. His back towards me and two guys were in front of him. I smiled softly at him then felt the anger spike high inside me when I saw her,  the girl from before. She was there, she glanced at me from above and smirked looking at the guy of my dreams she raised her hands coiling them around his neck. When she moved swiftly kissing him like a whore. I growled internally again but then I felt an electric sensation of excitement scatter through me at the challenge.

Seems like school just got a whole lot more interesting.

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