❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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One year. About 180 classes.
One year to leave this shit hole called school.
Passing all my exams and maintaining being the top of the class doesn't mean I like school. Infact that makes me hate it more.
My gaze shifts to the girl - was it Sydney or Sarah - who was holding my bicep, a flirty smile on her lips. I recognize her as one of the cheerleaders and I shift away from her but she scoots closer.
"So Ethan," she starts, trailing her index finger down my arms and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?"
"I'd pass." I replied bluntly, shifting my gaze away from hers and she just scoffs.
Her fingers linger on my arm for a second before dropping and I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding in.
Kai raised a brow at my reaction and I just shrug. Some girls never just seem to get the hint of disinterest.
I glance at the time on my phone and mentally calculate how many minutes are left before the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Ten minutes. Just ten minutes before I can leave this table.
My eyes were trained on the cafeteria door as I watch different students stride in and out until my eyes land on Lucy and the new girl as they walk in, smiles on their lips.
Looking around the table I see we only have one spot left. The new girl would have to look for somewhere else to sit.
My thoughts drift to the math class we had for second period and my eyes narrow on the new girl.
A lot of students and teachers seem to think I was some kind of naturally gifted freak. But in reality, the reason I did well was due to the fact that I practically always work my ass off when nobody's looking.
I've never lost anything in my life. A fight. A test. Examinations. Nothing. I've never lost anything before. As much as I hate being in the spotlight, I love doing any little thing I'm doing perfectly, just like the pop quiz we had today, and she passed. Passed me.
It was shocking to see someone have more mark than I do because it wasn't even a competition anymore at this point. They just leave the spot for me that being the first wasn't fun anymore and today when I got the results and found out she had more marks, the spark of competition filled my body.
Lucy and the girl walk to our table, trays in hand as they both search the table for extra seats. My eyes narrow at the new girl, watching how she doesn't even show any emotion on her face when she realized there was only one seat left. They both share a look and I frown.
Give it to Lucy to become besties with someone she literally just met.
"Hey guys." my sister greets, announcing their presence and a hush fell over the table as everyone looked up at her.
