Stole My Heart

Chapter 1

“TWEEDY GET OUT MY CLASS ROOM NOW!” My science teacher, Mr Davidson, screamed at me. He was standing in front of me, towering over me. He was so close that I could smell his breath, but he didn't scare me. No one did. My eyes flickered to his face once more, he was bright red... almost purple. The half hour I spent winding him up was well spent. 

“Gladly.” I smirked in satisfaction before rising from my desk. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, by this time everyone else was working again. They were used to me being thrown out of this class almost everyday. “Oh, and sir? You might want to think about getting some breath mints or something, because quite frankly, it stinks!”

I cackled as I walked along the corridor, I could still here him shouting and screaming to some poor kid in the class because I was gone. It was amazing that I could wind people up so much that they actually got to the stage where they couldn't control themselves any longer. I took the all familiar route to the headmistresses office, I was here near enough everyday.

“Morning, Natalie.” I smiled at the secretary as I walked into the office. “Tell Miss I'm here, yeah?”

“Mr Davidson again?” She asked as she started typing away on her computer.

“How did you guess?” I laughed as I walked through to the waiting area. 

I stood at the waiting room door, looking at the scene that was in front of me. There was a girl, sitting in my seat. She was reading a book, I don't know what it was called because her long blonde hair was covering it. She hadn't seen or heard me come in so I cleared my throat, causing her to jump and look at me with questioning eyes...

Part 1

“You're in my seat.” I stated as I looked at her. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she was obviously new here as everyone here had to wear their school uniform at every hour of the day. A part from in classes such as dance and drama. 

“Really? I don't see your name on it.” Yup, she was definitely new to this school or she wouldn't have answered back. She continued to stare at me, having no intention to move.

“It does have my name on it. See!” I pointed to the back of the chair. She turned to see what it said, and then she started laughing.

“Oh sorry, I didn't know your name was 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'.” I could feel my cheeks getting hotter, I remember writing that a few weeks ago when I got bored waiting for the headmistress to call me into her office. 

“Well what's it to you if that is my name?” I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Nothing, but it must be a mouthful to say and a pain in the a*se to write out.”

“Are you taking the p*ss?”

“Something like that. So, what's your real name?”

“What's it to you? For all you know my name might be 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'. So what's your name?”

“My name is 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.”

There was something about this girl that I liked. I didn't hate her like I hated most of the girls at this school. She was like me, well a politer, smarter and prettier version of me. I walked over to her and stuck my hand out.

“It's nice to meet you 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.”

Grinning, she shook my hand. “It's nice to meet you 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'.”