Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

White Ties & Slut's Lies.

My eye's eagerly skimmed over my school's schedule. 

Chem:

B201, teacher: Ms. Buchholz.

Math: 

C306, teather: Ms. Mayon.

Girls/Boys  PE: 

Gym #1, teacher: Mr. Weiner.

Wait, what!? Did I read that correctly? Weiner?

unfortunately, yes. I did read that right.

English:

Portable 4,

teacher: Mr. Rutz.

I know what you may be thinking.

Four classes? Only 4?

Well, yes. We have semester's at this school, which I am thankful for. Meaning, half the year we have 4 classes, and the other half the year we have 4 different classes.

I gradually made my way Chemistry, which fortunately, is one of my best subject.

An older plub man, with round, thick glasses and a bald shiny head, introduced himself to the class.

"Hello, my new comers. I am Mr.Buchholz. Pronounced BUCKLES. Not BUTTHOLES. Understood?"

Everyone in the glass nodded there head in complete boredom, as Mr. Pushover looked satisfied.

God, how I would love to ruin his life. But, Unfortunately, I need my grades for university.

"Now, I ask, if anybody is new to Johnson Heights, please, would you stand up."

I stood up almost automatically, only hearing the word 'New'.

Pushover's eye's peered into mine, looking like the devil searching for souls.

"Care to tell us yourself, miss uhm .. my-"

I put him short,

"Brookelle." I told him forcefully, so he would understand that I don't like to go by Mystery.

" I see. Brookelle" he said, emphasizing the word, "Tell us about yourself."

"Uhm. I'm Brookelle. I'm 17. From California originally. Now, I'm in bloody Manhattan. I like your mom in bed, and dad in the car." I said, smirking, looking at Pushover's shocked look, earning snickers from the rest of the class. 

Yes, Pushover is my new name for Buchholz.

"E-Excuse m-me?" He stuttered, clearly astonished. 

"I said, I like to mop up shreds of glass in the bar. I work at the bar, Sir." I said, smoothly covering up my words before.

People around me smirked, while the teacher gladly released a deep breath.

"You can take your seat now." Teach said, and so I did.

I felt a nudge on my shoulder, and a girl's soft voice whisper,

"Hi there! I'm Sophia." I turned around, to meet a really pasty girl, with light brown eyes, and red fiery hair. She looked innocent, but I could tell she was known. She seemed pretty nice too.

"I'm Brookelle." I said, while sharing a genuine smile.

And so, on my first day, in my first class, I met a friend. I was glad to know someone here. 

Chem passed by, as slow as a new born sloth crossing the street. Which, if you don't know, is hella slow. 

I sighed,

'Math. How I hate you so.' I whispered to myself making my way into class. 

The routine stayed the same. I introduced myself, Ms. Mayon introduced herself as well, and must I say, she is so far my favourite teacher. Sure, she's bubbly, but she let's you get off way more easily then most teacher would let you. 

I was slowly working away on my calculus worksheet that Ms. Mayon gave us all, for a reminder, when I heard her voice speak,

"Well, Well, Well. Aiden Rosworth. What a pleasant surprise." She said, clearly amused. 

My curiosity got the best of me as I brought my green eyes to his dark, deep, blue ones. I quickly checked him out, from his golden brown 'I just had sex' styled hair, to his tan perfect skin, to his pink lips curved by a smirk showing off his pearly whites, to his black button up shirt that fit perfectly showing off his gorgeous toned arms, all the way to dark hollister jeans, and dark brown fitted nike's skater shoes. 

I felt my cheeks get warm thinking about how sexy he was, when I quickly brought my eyes back up to his, to oddly, see him starting intensely at me as well. I regained composure and continued to work. 

"Well," Ms. Mayon said, "Since you are late and missed out on your seat selection, take a seat next to Brookelle." 

"Brookelle, please raise your hand so Mr. Rosworth can sit."

I growled under my breath, not expecting this, I slowly rose my hand in the air, daring to not look into this kid's eyes. 

God Damnit. Why, me?

Slowly, math passed as I booked it out to the cafe, cautiously searching for Sophia. 

Once I spotted her, she waved me over to sit at her table with her and 3 others. 

"Brookelle, meet, Josh" she said, pointing over to a tan boy with golden eyes, and dark brown semi-shaggy hair. He was hot. I'd admit that. 

"Sydney," She said, pointing over to a girl with platinum blonde curled hair, baby blue eyes, and pale skin. She was really pretty, naturally that was. I had a vibe that she was just a tad bit off though.

"And this, is Daniella" she said pointing to a latino looking girl, with long dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. She stood about 5'1, and honestly looked like she was 14 instead of 17. 

"Hi" I said politely. 

"How was class, Brookelle?" Sophia asked kindly. 

"Uhm, good." I resonded, "Some kid Aiden though sits next to me in math." I shrugged while this Daniella chick squealed. 

I looked utterly confused, as Josh sighed in disgust and decided to explain to me. 

"Aiden is the hottest news in this school. His mother and father come from some royalty or something. He is honestly the biggest player in this school. God knowns how many STD's he has. My advice, Brookelle. Stay away from him."

I glanced over to him, to find his eyes land on mine. 

I quickly teared mine away, and said to Josh,

"Well. Looks like we'll just have to fight fire with fire."