Chapter 1

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Everyone has problems, that's what I thought the first time I met Ryan John Rogers.

He once never knew about my back story, never knew about the horrible crime that I did and for a second there, I.. was glad.

He befriended me, he cared for me.

That was until, Sophia one of my bullies, told him about the horrible crime I committed and suddenly he took a U turn and never spoke to me again.. in a friendly manner of course.

He started verbally harassing me and spread a few.. nasty rumors about me, with his friends and with Sophia.

I shook my head, my thoughts of pain lingering off. I should stop, stop thinking about... bad stuff. About him.

I am currently twirling my pencil on my desk, sketching Greek gowns and dresses. i flipped the page and started on another one. I sighed leaning on my palms, tuning in on today's lecture.

"Before I forget, today afternoon, we will have a new student coming. He is a Transfer student in London. So accept him with open arms." Mr. Adam said, clapping his hands with glee.
I sighed and tuned him out again, feeling Ryan's gaze on the back of my head cause God thought it would be a fine idea to put his seat behind me.

Clearly ignoring him. I went back to my sketch and began detailing my work.

A few minutes later, my drawing finished, I looked back at it and tilted my head.

Black Raven like hair, pale white face, thin brows, chocolate brown eyes, and dark bags on it's eyes.

My drawing made me nearly choke myself to death, I mean, it's not like I'm narcissistic and something.. but.. damn, it looks so good.

I fell in love with my drawing. It was dark and it has a lot of... expressions on it.

How..intriguing.

(A/n: credits to pintrest and to the original owner for the drawing.)

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