Eyes of a Killer

Angela

As I stood at the school gate, I started panicking. What if nobody liked me? what if someone hit me? What if someone found out? all these what ifs surrounding me, I didn't realize everyone was staring at me, waiting for the new kid to do something.

Using my hair as it's usual curtain, I waded through the student/teacher car park. Cigarette smoke found its way into my nostrils and I wheezed towards the front office. 

I hurried into the doors, where two girls with way too much makeup on their perfect faces and an extreme outfits (or lack thereof) that had to be a dress code violation were standing. Even if they were wearing more layers, it would be impossible to hide their natural beauty. I felt uncharacteristically jealous of their perfect curves and height. They also had perfect hair, one with dyed blonde and the other with glossy, straight black hair.

But beauty only goes skin-deep. 

Blondie sneered at me, whilst the raven-haired beauty just shoved past me, forcing my back to hit the door. They left, shoving past the others in the office.

"Bitches..." I muttered under my breath after they left.

"Um, sweetie, my name's Angela, not bitch." A voice behind me said. Startled, I let out a squeal. I don't like being snuck up on. Doug does it, resulting  in various beatings and sexual harassment, which is often so bad I can't walk for hours.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you hun, just wanted to have a bit of fun is all. I'm the pack doctor. You must be our new student, yes? Great! I'd love to stay, but I've got to go! Bye, have a great first day!" The strange woman left me staring after her with my mouth open in surprise.

Weird... What's a pack? I thought to myself as I got my timetable from an old office lady;

1st: Maths

2nd: History (advanced)

Recess

3rd: Literature (advanced)

Lunch

4th: Music

Great. I've got maths first. How fucking fantastic.

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Finding my new locker, the 148th locker in this shithole, I couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief, knowing that nobody had noticed me or hit me, or even looked at me yet.

Filling my lungs with are, my nose instead filled itself with the most delicious scent that I had ever smelt. Greedily sucking more of the smell into my lungs, I distinguished the manly odor as a musky, woodsy scent with a streak of milk chocolate.

The more I sucked in, the closer it appeared to be. I slowly closed my locker, taking care to stop my left hand from trembling, so that I could keep my right hand holding onto my books. I turned slowly, so I could assess the possibly danger coming from anyone around me.

As I turned around, I walked into a white wall. Confused, I took a step back, so that I could clearly see the giant beast of a man in front of me. He had dark hair, kept short, so that it barely reached his forehead, as well as a huge, muscly frame that was bulging through his tight shirt, showing his almost excessive body mass. 

His visible rippling muscle was making my mouth water, hidden behind my curtain of hair. I tore my gaze from his impressive physical appearance, only to look into his eyes; dark blue and getting darker by the second.