The Inconvenience of My Life Becoming a Cliché

Chapter One

Anabella's POV

It was freezing. The forecast called for snow, but still there was school. I really didn't want to go in and face another day of bullies, oblivious teachers, and idiotic teenagers that have a better place to be than trapped at school for 8 hours. I sat in my old beat up truck starring at the equally old and beat up building. I sighed and cut off the engine and walked up to the school fixing my scarf and glasses. Not even a minute into the building and someone's grabbed my long black hair. I wince and turn around to see Zach Pratt, the schools quarter back, and girlfriend of the day MacKenzie Blair, cheer captain.

I plaster a big fake smile on my face, "Zach, MacKenzie, hey I didn't see you when I walked in!" MacKenzie's laugh faded and she sneered, "Shut up, nerd, no one asked you."

Just as Zach went to say something a mass of black leather stepped in between the two and I. "Oh- h-hey Andrew- we were just-"

"Mess with her again and answer to me. Get out of my face, now!" Andrew all but bit off the guys head off and the two ran down the hall. He turned to look at me, and when I tell you he was hansom, I mean, drop dead gorgeous. He had inky black hair that covered his forehead in a messy style, his eyes were a steely grey blue color, and he was clad in a white V-neck, a black leather jacket, dark wash jeans, and the hint of his infamous ever-present smirk.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded in response, "Yeah thank-" But he had already stalked away. "Okay then," I breathed hitching my backpack up my arm further. I was soon stopped and shaken by my shoulders.

"DID ANDREW ASHINGTON, THE HOTTEST MAN EVER, JUST TALK TO AND PROTECT YOU?!" My best friend, Mickey Lee, squealed, close to an asthma attack. I simply shrugged and removed her hands continuing to my locker as she ranted about the importance of hot guys.

"Anabella, did you see that senior wink at me?!" She exclaimed. I shook my head heading to my first bell. When I walked in Mr. Cherrydale waved me over.

"Yes, sir?" I asked.

"As of today, a young man transferred into all of your classes, minus electives, he will sit next to you and you will show him around," Mr. Cherrydale instructed.

I nodded and sat in my regular seat. Pulling out my staff sheet I continued on a piece I started the previous night.

A dark mass slid into the seat next to me and I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the same guy who defended me earlier. With my usual blank face I looked back to my paper and continued. Then I felt breathing on my ear and glanced to see Andrew starring at my paper. I raised an eyebrow, face still blank. He looked up from the paper to me when he noticed my pencil had stopped. "Why'd you stop?" He asks as I peer at him through my thick black rimmed glasses.

"Why are you breathing in my ear?" I responded.

"Your hair was in the way of me seeing what you were writing," he explains.

I raise my other eyebrow, "Why does it matter what I was writing?"

"Full of questions aren't you?" He muses.

"Yes, I am, aren't I?" I mock.

He smirks, "I stand corrected on my assumption of you."

"Which was?" I purse my lips.

"That you were quiet and didn't talk to anyone," He ruffles his hair.

"Well, lets be honest if you wanted to you could beat me to a pulp in seconds flat so why not make the best of my sarcastic comments while it lasts, eh?" I roll my eyes and continue back to my music.

Andrew lets out a bark of laughter drawing the classes attention to the pair of us. I again roll my eyes and maneuver my hair to cover my face. "Your something else. you know that?" He chuckles.

"Yep, I know, amazing right? Finally a girl who isn't a carbon copy of Barbie," I say not looking up as he slings his arm over the back of my chair. I could feel every girl in the class getting ready to rip my guts out.

Ashley Scott sashed over with a huge smile and placed her hand on Andrews arm. "Hey, hot stuff," She winks.

"What do you want?" Andrew says looking over to her.

"Are you still coming to my party tonight?"

"Why would I go to your party?" He spits.

"Ms. Scott, your seat please?" Mr. Cherrydale says standing up as class started.

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After school I walked up to my truck to see Andrew leaning against it. I wrinkled my nose in disgusted as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips and blew out a cloud of grey.

"You're gonna get lung cancer like that," I note and he smirks.

"You know you still wanna kiss me." He takes another long drag then steps on the death stick. He blows it out slowly starring me in the eyes.

"You're disgusting," I shake my head with distaste. He blows the remainder out through his nose and I gag which he laughs at. "You seriously sicken me," I purse my lips.

He pouts, "Awe and here I was hoping you and I would grow old and have a slew of super model kids."

I scoff and cross my arms, "Fat chance."

He smirks at that and reaches out and pulls me against him at the speed of light. "I'll take those odds." His hot breath fans my face, the mix of peppermint and cigarette sweetly sickening.

I scowl and try to pull away, "Let go."

Andrew tsks and presses our foreheads, "Why are you insistent on running away from me today?" It was true.

I'd been hiding all day. There was something about him that was just so tempting. I wanted to break free from my normal, bland life and dive into his world, which wasn't good. He was so daring and didn't care about other peoples judgmental looks and scowls. While thinking his grip on my wrists went away, but now it was much worse. One arm had snaked around my waist, holding me captive, whilst his other hand held my face close to his by the back of my head. I had somehow managed to get so lost in thoughts my arms were wrapped around his neck.

My heart was beating at an unhealthy rate. Every inch of me was touching every inch of him. Almost. There was a half inch between our lips. My gazed locked with his and for what felt like an eternity, he stared intently at me trying to see all of my secrets through my eyes. His breath no longer had any trace of the smoke but now was the hot scent of pure peppermint. Then the unspeakable happened. He pressed his lips against mine. I reacted immediately and shut my eyes pulling him closer as he did the same.

By the time he had pulled away I was warm and fuzzy on the inside. And not to mention breathless. We locked gazes and he placed a much more gentle kiss on my lips. He then brushed some hair from my face and walked away. Just like that. He walked away. And I suddenly became very cold again as I crawled quietly into my truck.