Fighting Feelings

Prologue

^ Margo

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2024. New year, new me. How about new life.... the perfect way to start a new school year, right? Wrong. So wrong. No friends. New building. New classes. New teachers. I'm utterly alone.. Yay! (Note the sarcasm) But that isn't even the worst part. The worst part is that I am now stuck in a new town, a new school, and have four of my six new classes with him. Lovely.

If you haven't yet figured out who he is, I'm going to tell you. He is my new step brother and it's safe to say I literally hate everything about him. Especially the fact that I now have to live in the same house as him because his gold digger of a mother couldn't keep her damn hands to herself.

Ever since Rosalie came into my fathers life, I have barely seen him. Don't get me wrong, I love my alone time but I hate the fact that he's wasting his time and hard earned money on her, buying the most expensive clothing and taking her on lavish vacations every time she bats an eyelash or I guess every time she drops to her knees. She has zero class and she wouldn't know grace if it hit her with the force of a speeding train. She will never compare to mom and she will NEVER take her place.

Anyways, back to the point. After getting ready I now have to go to school and I can already tell how it's gonna go considering Mr. Fuckface drove off without me about 5 minutes ago leaving me to walk alone in the freezing rain! Entitled little twit.

Finally arriving, I walked up the stairs of my new school, Ridge River High completely soaked and stepped through the doors entering the basic rich kid school internally growling as the bell rings the second the door latches behind me. Today is going to be the best day ever... said no new student on the face of the planet. Especially none under the same circumstances as myself.

"You just can't help but get wet for me can you." I turned around and glared at the all too familiar smirk.

"Yer such a fecking idiot, mate." I shoot back mimicking his accent horribly. He glares back at me but I could see the mischief still present in his eyes.

"So love, what are you going to do? You're already late with not a clue of where you're going. I'm sure as hell not going to lead you around all day, although I guess I could be persuaded if you put on a leash like the bitch you are." I could feel the anger burning my face. "I have a map of the school you idiot, I'll figure it out myself. Not that I would ever ask you for help with anything anyways. That is unless I wanted lessons on how to be a raging twat." I spit back with a sly smirk.

His eyebrow twitched, his lips pressing into a firm line and he turned on his heels walking down the hallway away from me. As he was about to round the corner he turned his head back toward me and said, "Your shirt didn't hold up well in the rain, Margo. But don't you worry, at least blue is a good color on you." And with a wink he disappeared out of my sight.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed looking down at myself to see my bright blue bra fully visible under my gray long sleeved shirt. When I get home, he's dead meat. God almighty he is such a pig. I thought to myself. I don't know how anyone can even mildly tolerate him.

I wandered the hall for a short time before finding my locker and flinging the door open. I tossed my bag in before tugging my sweatshirt on over my head to conceal the goods. Next I grabbed out my books and notepad along with the school guide and my schedule. I pushed the locker closed and started on my way in the direction I believe my first lesson is which just so happens to be my least favorite subject. Math. Starting the day off strong I suppose.

I make my way up a set of stairs and turn right walking down the hall until I come up to a door that's reads calculus is big letters. I softly open the door trying to avoid any unnecessary attention but all heads snap in my direction. "And do you have a valid excuse for being..." The instructor glances at his wristwatch, "11 minutes late to my class?" The scoffs and snickers remind me all eyes are pointed in my directions. I shift uncomfortably under the tension responding, "I'm a new student, Margo Williams. I couldn't find the room. I'm sorry."

With that he gives an approving nod. "So I see. Alright, Miss. Williams. Take a seat so I can get back to my lesson." I nod and turn to find an open chair. "Oh and Miss. Williams. I do not accept tardiness so do not be late again." I feel my face heat up and make my way toward a seat in the back next to a boy with his hood over his head asleep on the desk. I roll my eyes, typical. My only options were this or directly behind a very large girl who was breathing loudly with her mouth open and I don't think I could tolerate all that noise for an extending period of time. I flip my book open and begin jotting down notes as the instructor drones on.

Toward the end of the hour the boy beside me startles himself awake by snoring and jolts up in his seat. Half of his hair is in his face and there is drool lingering on his bottom lip and chin. The horrific realization hits me as he drags his hair up and out of his face removing his hood in the process and wipes away the drool. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

It's just my luck that I happened sit beside the devil himself, Blake Jacobs. God damn it. He glances in my direction thoughtlessly and does a double take. His brows furrowed momentarily before his infamous smirk settles on his face. "You just couldn't stay away from me, could you." I release an exasperated sigh before batting my lashes at him and and reply. "I've come to confess my undying love for you." Then I gather my belongings and make my way in to the door, stepping out at the exact moment the bell rings leaving that dumbass with his smirk turned to a frown.