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1 - Her

 1 - Her

{Calum's point of view}

Walking into RoseWood High, the 'bad' girl - Arabella - stood in the corner; very few people surrounding her, probably a bunch of her friends. I despise her. She thinks she is the best person walking on the planet, when in actual fact, she is not. I am, Calum Hood. She looked at me and smirked. The smirk was evil but, she wanted something. Something I was willing to leave unknown and not embark in. Throwing a dirty look her way, I clenched my jaw and walked towards her, my band following my tracks. We walked up the hallway towards her, I tried to reach her but, feeling everybody's eyes upon me. The walk leading to the rebel seemed to go on forever; the shiny black marble floor loomed in front of me. The whispers and conversations of my classmates and others in the school closed in around me. I startled, ready to run as each metal locker creaked open and slammed like the doors of a prison punishing me from wanting to know the unknown. Nausea bubbled up in me as wafts of perfume; sweat and stale food assailed me. Reaching her, my thoughts bounced through my head, what does she want? What do I say? Be a fucking man, Calum, I thought to myself.

It was pretty obvious why she was considered the schools 'bad' girl. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders - front and back. Eyes glistening in the light; her eyes crystallised blue. They were pools of blue water, calm and quiet. Arabella's lips were full and sort of pouted when she wasn't smiling. When she did smile, her teeth were evenly distributed and as white as any new fallen snow. Everything about her wasn't perfect - only her looks, right down from her luscious figure that curved in and out in the right places. Her tight black jeans hugged her legs with all their might; the black crop top that stopped above her belly button that was pierced - a silver ball accenting it at the top; a dangling dream catcher finishing off the look at the bottom. A midnight blue checked shirt clung to her curvaceous body.

"Bassist, are you all about that bass?" Arabella greeted me with a smirk on her face.

"Ha, ha, that is very funny! What are you smirking at? We all know I am good looking and you want this but, baby, you are competition." Lifting my t-shirt up a little and revealing my six-pack and a defined v-line; I towered over her height. Arabella was about 5ft8 whereas I am approximately 6ft1.

"Oh, I am just enjoying the view. Is that allowed? I am very sorry I never asked for your permission before I glanced in your fucking direction. For the record I would never chase after your big-head." She placed her hand on her chest, trying to sound the least sympathetic. I smirked at her and proceeded to bite my lip slowly.

"Tell your shitty posy to piss off." Edging my head to the few people listening into the argument, that is going on between me and Arabella.

"Move," Arabella said simply, they ran within seconds. She must have something hooked on the people here, usually she would get looked down on but, not one person would bully her, I thought to myself. "Continue" Sassiness overtaking her. I am the sassy one! Not you!

"Just tell me what you want and I will go and live my day because I can't be arsed with not being able to know the unknown and frankly I don't give a shit." Giving in, I sighed and looked at my band mates. Drool was falling out of their mouths as they day dreamed about Arabella. They had a crush on her but, not me. I never love or like a girl; that's the way it is going to stay. "You're your fucking acts together guys. I don't want your drool on my shoes." They nodded and looked away. "Arabella just watch out, I don't want to see your skanky ass in my way - are we clear?"

"Just watch your back, Cal Bear, I would if I was you and you want my skanky ass so, stop pretending." She ruffled my hair and walked off, her hips swaying from side to side. Her glossy hair bounced as she walked down the hallway to class. 'Just watch your back' bounced around in my head. The guys laughed at me for not winning the argument and not having the balls to stand up to Arabella but, she is a girl and I don't want to hurt her. Stop being soft, I thought to myself

Walking into my first class - English Literature; it was a small classroom with whitewashed walls, posters hung from the walls, trying to motivate kids like me. Teenagers who are desperate to drop out of school, and create be eligible to embark on their own journey; their own career. That was my dream, but if all failed, I would become a footballer and represent Australia. Obviously determined to be naught but a distraction to the facts, locations, laws and theories, the emotionless letters and digits which fill pupils' minds as they sit in their own clothes and straight backed chairs, these posters had been tossed away. There were no projects from previous students, no gifts upon the white desk, no sign that any students had ever learned in such a place, and the theme of somber silence, durable concrete and cold steel, was heavy upon the place. It was a dead end. No fun; I mean, I might as well be in the movie Matilda.

Its only decoration was the daily influx of souls, of warm bodies and electrified minds which were thinking of the top three things.

Girls: Sex, money and getting married to a hot footballer - me if all goes wrong with the band.

Boys: Sex, alcohol and sports.

White blinds covered the windows, discouraging the meandering minds of the trapped, of the restricted, cutting the light in half as it tried to penetrate the dark room, landing on the floor, discouraged. Yet, within, as one was listening to the monotonous drone speak of some ancient fiasco of no importance, the doings of some individual who would never be mentioned outside of that room, there was some slight sliver of hope. By some malfunction of those clear panes, some defect in those thick walls, a sound was allowed through. A bird in the tree; a wind through that unkempt grass, and, on those most fortunate days, days such as this one, you would hear, faintly, the laughter of children on the park nearby, who were yet strangers to this room, where laughter was forbidden, a vulgar and shameful expression. Indeed, expression of any sort was a crime, a condemnation, a sin; there were no souls in that place, just shells, just letters and digits. Let's just say my teacher is strict on people who don't care about school.

"I want you to all open your textbooks to page one-hundred and sixty-nine please." The class tried to hold in their laughter, their sex drive minds taking over. The old man looked up from his small, silver glasses. The lenses an oval shape with silver rims to keep the glass in place. The class fell silent as his brown eyes peered at us - a serious look on his face, and a stern tone of voice. "You insubordinate adolescents will not be able to get a job if you carry on the way you are going! You will behave and learn in my classroom! Am I clear?" His voice booming against the walls and bounced around in our ears.

"Yes, Sir" We all chimed as a class and read through the page. Earning an essay for us giggling, we had to write about Shakespeare and his work. Fun!

School came to an end and the bell rang three times, alarming us it was time to leave and go home. I met the band and we walked out of the school gates, finding Arabella smoking a cigarette and I lit one too. Placing it in between my lips and sucking in the toxic chemicals - smoke coated my lungs and I blew it out of my airways - my nose and mouth. I flicked the ash off the bullet that held all the toxins inside which could kill me. She looked at me and shook her head. The boys went ahead without me as I approached Arabella.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I looked at her with a grin on my face, knowing what she faced today.

"A dick-head, who is super annoying; wait that's you!" Inhaling on my cigarette she exhaled and flicked the ash on the floor. I looked at her hair and burst out laughing.

"Green hair! I wonder what master thought of switching your shampoo and conditioner!" Whilst trying to catch my breath, she stood up and smirked at me, kneeing me in the balls; she lowered down and whispered three words into my ear. The words I never thought I would hear.

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