Tempers Flare, Boys Stare

Chapter 1

Hey guys this is just a brief authors note.

I would just like to say that my grammar and sometimes my spelling is not great. But once I have the whole story complete I will have someone edit it.

Much love Brownhairedgreeneyed

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I remember waking to a damp substance pooling on my left cheek. I groggily peeked through my lashes to reveal my golden retriever, Ben, with slobber dripping down his chin. 

"Ergh..geroffme," I croaked, pushing the manic giant away. I raised my right hand wipe the drool off my face, chuckling slightly. Who needed an alarm clock when you had a dog? I thought.  Although, I admit, I was glad he was there, he gave me company when mom was working, which was most of the time.

I released a sigh; reluctantly remembering today was my first day in a new school. My mother had been offered a new job in a differnt town and the money was significant compared to her last financial situation. I didn't want to kick up a fuss, I knew that it was the best thing for both of our sakes, so I went along with her, leaving behind my friends and old life. It was only me and my mom in our small little family,  my dad died in a car crash when I was fourteen years old, which made my mom need the job even more desperately now that dad was gone.  

I glanced at my phone and jolted out of bed when I realised how late I was. 7:23? I remembered my deep-rooted hatred for mornings. I quickly ran to my wardrobe, pulling on a pair of black cut-off shorts and a red and black checked shirt. Almost on instinct, I put in my earphones and listened to the Foo Fighters, All My Life, as I laced up my favourite pair of black converse.

I glanced at myself in my mirror. I pulled back a strand of curly black hair that had been shielding my eyes. They were the only thing I liked about myself; I had the same emerald twinkle to them as my father had. Maybe that's why I liked them so much, they reminded me of my father. Quickly, I applied a light layer of foundation to my fair skin and black pigmanted mascara. I ran out the door after grabbing my keys, having a slice of crispy toast dangling from my two front teeth. I hopped into my beat up old pick-up truck and sped off to school.

I knew I was late when I didn't see a single soul as I ran up the metal grated steps to school. I followed the signs to the reception office and was greeted by a middle aged women decked in all pink. Pink clothes. Pink file cabinets. Pink key chains.The only thing that wasn't pink about her was her boulder-framed spectacles.

"Hello dear, what is your name?" she asked with a sweet smile plastered to her face.

"Kendra Palmer." I said, hoping that it wasn't too obvious I was out of breath from the rush over.

"Ah, yes, the new student." She stated knowingly, shuffling around in her file cabinets.."Welcome to Rosewood High, here is everything you need." She handed me an A4 sized brown envelope. "Enjoy your day." She concluded.

"I'll try." I gave her a shy wave.

I leisurely made my way to the wide, corridor-like halls lined with blue metal lockers and banners announcing school spirit. I tore open the envelope and ran my thumb over my new schedule. I saw that English was my first period, nervously biting my lip. English was not my strong suit, I had always jumbled all of the helping verbs together. It was followed by biology, which ironically happened to be my best subject.

Just as I turned the winding corner, I smashed straight into a wall of muscle. My schedule and notebook fell to the polished floor with a 'thud'.

I rubbed my sore nose."Ow," I groaned.

"You should watch where you're going princess." I shifted my gaze upwards to reveal a blonde-haired boy with moss green eyes smirked down at me.

I felt annoyance well up in my gut as I bent forward to gather my supplies. I shouldn't be the one to pick it up."Don't call me princess," I murmered. "Now, move out of my way. I'm already late." I said once I had regained my dignity. I already knew this boy was trying to play games with me. I tried to side step him but he moved in par with me.

"Do you need any assistance?" he said with mock concern. "Maybe you'd like my phone number.... or a kiss?" He waggled his eyebrows, probably trying to seem sexy, even though it looked a bit more like his was having twitchy eye aneurysms. Although, I have to admit, his blatant flirting was a bit endearing.

"I'd rather contract cholera and die, jackass." I braved to look him right in the eye before using all my strength to push him aside, and to both our surprises he fell over. Before he could recover I quickly scampered off to find room thirty five.

After ten minutes of wandering the labrynth of a school, I finally found the right classroom. I gently knocked on the door and was greeted by an older man with grey curly hair and round glasses, Harry Potter-like glasses.

"Hello, you must be Kendra." He gave a warm smile.

"I must." I stated, trying my best to sound confident.

He led me in to the class, facing me towards the front of the room. "Students, this is Kendra Palmer. She just moved here recently and will be taking this class. Would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?" I was at a loss, feeling myself fumble for words. I didn't help that everybodies eyes were on me.

"No I really would not." I finally mumbled.

"Don't be shy." The teacher urged. I gave an uncomfortable smile, turning towards the rest of my peers.

"Hello, my name is Kendra and I'm an alcoholic." I stated, doing a little bow.

A roar of laughter erupted throughout the classroom, and I felt a smile spread across my face.

"Quiet down class. Miss. Palmer, you do not want to start a new school with a bad impression. You can take that seat there." I couldn't help but notice a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He pointed towards an empty double table. I noticed a few guys around the class turning to look at me. I was the shiny new toy that they all wanted to play with, I thought with disgust.

About five minutes into present tense verbs the door burst open and in strutted Mr. Princess from earlier. Oh God, I thought, why is he in this class?

"Mr. Summers, you are late again. I can't say that not that I'm surprised."

"Sorry Sir. But I had a girl to charm," he gave a show-stopping wink, which may haveactually worked if the teacher hadn't seen it five billion times over.

"Of course you did, just sit down." The teacher stated dryly, gestured towards the seat beside me.

I sat up straighter, pretending to be hopelessly interested in my week old manicure, hoping he wouldn't actually sit beside me. But of course, he did.

"Princess." He smirked at me.

"Jackass." I turned my gaze to my book

"You knocked me over and I'm gonna have to get you back for that," he whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"Do I look like I care?" I said mustering all my self-control to try to keep a neutral face.

I glanced over and saw a leggy bleach blonde girl giving me a death stare. She once-overed me, then turned to her friend whispering and laughing.

"What is her problem?" I mumbled to no one in particular.

"That would be me." He grinned.

"Can't see how you would be one."My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Relationships are all fun and games until someone goes off with someone else's sister." He chuckled, holding up his hands in a sort of what can I say? gesture.

I couldn't help but laugh at that one, too. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked, surprise  myself with the sudden interest.

"Hunter."

"Well Hunter I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but... it wasn't."

The bell rang and I gathered my books.

"Oh believe me princess, I found it very pleasurable." He said with a killer smirk, sauntering out of the doorway.