Beep, beep
Beep, beep
Beep, beep
I hit off on the alarm clock and groaned, sitting up in bed. I reluctantly get out and go have a shower cleaning away any left over blood from last night then head back to my room. I brush my long black and purple hair before coating my eyes in mascara and eyeliner. I walk over to my closet searching before deciding on ripped black skinny jeans an oversized P!ATD jumper and my cherry Dr Martens. I finish off the look with a shit load of bracelets, my lucky choker and purple lipstick, I grab my bag before heading downstairs, I realise I'm already late so I grab my longboard and head out the door.
I arrive at school see Skye and Toby snogging under the old willow tree, I pick up my board and notice its going to be a fucking warm day today.
"Oi! Skye how dare you cheat on me" I tease walking up and giving her a hug
"Hey Chan bam I need to talk to you" she says dragging me away by my wrist I hiss in pain hoping she won't notice but she does. Skye slowly turns round to face me and rolls up my sleeve
"What the fuck is this Channing. I thought you were normal but I guess you're a freak just like everyone says!" She yells at me drawing Toby's attention.
"Skye calm down now what the hell you two never fight what's going on?" Toby asks walking over
"My best friend is a fucking psycho that's what." She yells forcing my arm up to show Toby, all it think in my mind is Toby can't see. He's like a brother to me he'll hate me and leave me just like Skye. He can't see them
"Channing please tell me they aren't what I think they are" he pleads, I can't look at him so I stare and my shoe as the tears start to fall, I rip my arm away from Skye and run to class.I sit down at my desk in history and watch as people file in. The teacher comes in and starts the class. Once Miss Bennet did the role a boy walks through the door, wait scratch that, a god walks through the door. About six foot with lush black hair, perfect white teeth, gorgeous chocolate eyes and a jaw more defined than my life, but he's probably just a typical jock.
"Ah you must be Zane the new student. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself" Miss Bennet says smiling
"O-ok well I-I'm Zane. I'm f-from C-Cardiff and I play la-lacrosse" he stutters. Oh god that voice its like rich molasses
"Ok well Zane why don't you go and sit next to Channing" the teacher says
"Who is that?" He asks making me feel even worse. My head keeps telling me-
cut cut cut cut
"Oh yes. Um Channing is the girl with-" Miss Bennet say before getting interrupted by Tristan captain of the lacrosse team
"The fat emo freak!" Tristan yells out laughing and fist bumping his friends. I hide my head so no one can see the tears that escape my eyes.
"Tristan! Transfer now. Leave my god damn class room at once" the teacher yells handing him a slip "sorry about that, so Channing is the girl in the far left corner with the purple and black hair" Miss Bennet says.*Zane P.O.V*
I stand at the door to history 101 getting the courage to turn the knob, as I open the door everyone's eyes fall on me but I only notice one girl in the far left corner. She is the most amazing girl I hair ever seen, beautiful black and purple hair, stunning blue eyes, a small eyebrow and septum piercing. She's wearing Dr Martens, a panic at the disco jumper and ripped jeans, I think I just fell in love, she's way out of my league I think shaking my head.
"Ah you must be Zane the new student. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself"the teacher who I'm guessing is Miss Bennet says smiling.
"O-ok well I-I'm Zane. I'm f-from C-Cardiff and i play la-lacrosse" I stutter, goddamn why do I always stutter when I'm nervous
"Ok well Zane why don't you go and sit next to Channing" the teacher says
"Who is that?" I ask
"Oh yes. Um Channing is the girl with-" Miss Bennet says before getting interrupted by some dickhead boy at the back
"The fat emo freak!" He yells out laughing and fist bumping his friends.
"Tristan! Transfer now. Leave my god damn class room at once" the teacher yells handing him a slip "sorry about that, so Channing is the girl in the far left corner with the purple and black hair" Miss Bennet says.
I walk over and sit down next to the amazing girl mentally high-fiving myself.First period is really boring, I tried to talk to Channing but all she did was look at her lap, sniff and occasionally wipe her eyes. The Bell pierces my ears signaling us to leave, I get up and follow the now running Channing as I looked at her timetable and realised we have everything together except last period, she has art and I have lacrosse practice.
*Channing's P.O.V*
I head off to lunch feeling like that new guy Zane is following me but he can't I mean why would anyone bother with me. I sit down at our table to realise that I'm now all alone after this morning, I sigh and start looking at my phone. After a while I hear the scraping of a chair at my table, I look up and see a smiling Zane.
"H-hi" I mumble looking down to hide my flushed cheeks. Zane opens his mouth to speak before getting interrupted by Tristan and my tormenter Nia - also his girlfriend and captain of girls hockey -
"Zane what are you doing with Channing?" Tristan asks disgusted
"You should come and sit with the lacrosse team I heard your a great player" Nia giggles, she notices me and sighs. "Is Channing going to talk or eat today or have you finally realized how fat and ugly you are." Nia smirks. I make no attempt to stand up for myself and continue to look down.
"Come on Zane the team want to meet you" Tristan groans grabbing Nia around her skinny waist walking away as her long dirty blonde ponytail bobs up and down
"Um yeah I'm coming" Zane says standing up, "bye Channing." And with that the second most amazing boy I've met left.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys & and gals
Ok so Nia is said like n-eye-a and the picture is Zane
Love you all xoxo
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