Blue Dahlia (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

 Bear with me because I have no idea where this is going -_________-

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Chapter 3

(Annabelle's POV)

I was thrown from my shocked daze when the sounds of a blaring bell screamed through out the entire building, signaling the end of class. Damn it. Oh well, might as well find my way to my next class, which happens to be math. Yippee. Not.

I turned around and wandered through the hallways as quickly as I could, weaving around others and ignored the stares from almost everyone I passed or caught a glimpse of me. Oh come on. Am I that interesting? And can they all be that obvious about the subject they're all discussing? Five year old children on a sugar rush are more inconspicuous than all of these morons.

I finally reached my destination, slipping into the classroom without much notice, but that can be explained by the emptiness of the room. The only person here is the teacher, who happens to be busy grading papers.

“You're the new student, am I correct?” The teacher asked without even looking up, which is pretty cool and a little bit creepy. She has short black hair, layered in a stylish way that framed her delicate features. She seems young and, not a wrinkle in sight. Her body is all about being petite, with a slim body, delicate bone structure, and features that made her look frail.

“Yes.” I answered.

“Good. It's rare to see a new student, but it's even more rare to find someone at your age in this class.” The teacher looked up with a friendly smile. Her entire being may look frail, but her eyes were those of a warrior. Gunmetal gray, sharp, and almost predator like. “Welcome. Take any seat you'd like and get settled in.”

I nod and took the seat all the way in the back corner by the window, dumping my bag on my desk as I waited for class to start. Being the new girl and all, it's not comfortable when the first thing people do as they walk in is gawk at the new girl like a circus freak. Makes one want to take a pencil and pick out their eyes. But that's just me, and I didn't get to have my second cup of coffee.

My eye began to twitch when I felt the slow increase of eyes staring at me, the intensity burning holes on my body. Can't this day be over with already?

“Hey new girl.”

My eye twitched in irritation before I composed myself into a more friendlier smile, that is if people think sharks are friendly. I feel like growing a row of sharp teeth to tear the throats out of everyone. How I tolerated the bitches from that prep school and not kill them, I have no idea. Goes to show how much I can tolerate before blowing up and start killing.

“Can I help you?” I asked, a smile pasted on my lips.

A boy with an All American look came up to me. Blond hair, blue eyes, white ass, the whole shebang. He was a pretty one, I tell you that, with nice corded muscles underneath that fitted white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He even has that little dimple when he smiles. A pretty jock that he is, if the letter-man jacket with the school football logo has anything to with it. Kind of cute, but him calling me 'new girl' with that annoying tone kills any kind of 'cute' I had on him. All I see now is some cocky little ball-less wonder just waiting for some girl to slap the hell out of his player ass.

“The name's Neil Jackson. I just want to see what everyone's talking about and they're right, you are cute.” Neil winked at me, sliding into the seat right next to me.

“Thanks.” I gritted out, taking in a discreet deep breath to calm myself.

“Why thank me when it's the truth?” Neil went on, giving me this grin that would probably get him any girl he wanted. Too bad I'm not like that.