"And they have arrived, please take a seat" Mr Rowin shunned from the front of the room, we all quickly occupied the middle row of the set of couches set up on the stares and listened as Mr Rowin babbled on about the rules
"And lastly I would like to properly introduce the newest members of our family, Jaime, Victor, Michele and Tony" He added after about thirty minutes of rambling about the same shit we learnt back at school
"It's Just Mike and Vic" Vic awkward said as they all waved
"Right, anyway. I see you already have made friends with the girls from room 5" I heard Missia snicker and felt her eyes burn into the back of my head "you must been in your own rooms with lights out and by at LATEST 11:00 Unless we have agreed otherwise I'll see you all at 8:00am for breakfast tomorrow morning, good night now" He FINALLY concluded and headed for the door.
"And to think we have live with that for the next three and a half months" Jack complained, pulling on the ends of his sun bleached hair.
"I hope he doesn't have that bloody rod stuck up his ass for the whole trip! Have you seen the way he walks?" Mike responded to the comment, earning himself laughs and pats on the back from just about every other boy around him. Soon enough everybody got up and started mingling, either playing pool or going off into rooms, even just talking. Because of all of this mingling I didn't feel the need to neglect my headphones any longer, I dug my hand around in my jeans pocket and pulling out my phone and tangled pair of headphones, just as I pressed shuffle on my 'Make Some Noise' playlist that consisted of my favourite bands, I felt the ends of my blood red hair being pulled back as my head quickly collided with the back of the couch
"THAT FUCKING HURT!” I whaled in pain, the grip on my hair just got tighter as I did so, and I thought I was the only one left on the couches, clearly not. I ripped my headphones out and open my eyes so she Missia smiling at me, she dragged me out of the rec room and to a quiet corner outside. Her grip on my hair just getting tighter and tighter with every whimper that escaped my mouth
"I swear to god Maria, you fucking slut. Don't try anything with the new boys" She growled
"Ah, you’re getting me confused with Maria, the stripper All Time Low wrote a song about, my names Alex and I'm not a slut like you honey" I smiled though the pain of my hair getting ripped out of my head like the smart ass I am
"You don't get it, do you Alex? I can break you. You emo scum! I'll tell everybody about your little secret if you give me any trouble" She snickered back
"What secret, whore?" I replied, squatting away her hand
"Oh, I dunno, maybe the fact that you cut yourself for attention?" She evilly smiled dropping my hair. The bitch remembered, HOW?! And now she thinks it's for attention?!
"You asshole! I don't cut! And even if I did it wouldn’t be for attention! God, you should know" I said mortified at her remarks.
"You can't hide them forever! And as I said, I will ruin you if you give me trouble Alex, mark my words. I've always hated you, since the first day of prep"
"YOU LIAR! I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR A GOOD EIGHT YEARS! THEN I FUCKING LOST MY DAD! GOT A MENTAL ILLNESS AND YOU LEFT! I WAS ALONE MISSIA AND YOU LEFT! I FUCKING MOVED YOU TO AMERICA WITH ME" I screamed slapping her face, oh god. I should not have done that.
"YOU FUCKING WENT CRAZY ALEX! YOU TURNED INTO THE FREAK YOU ARE TODAY?! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAISTED SO LONG WAISTING MY BREATH ON YOU! I MOVED HERE WITH YOU BECAUSE MY BLOOD PARENTS LIVE HERE! I WASN'T GOING TO OFFER UP A FREE TICKET TO AMERICA!!!
"My best friend died in the car with her fucked up dad. You are nothing but a attention seeker" She evilly laughed, I raised my hand to slap her again but was cut off when she grabbed it "You lay another finger on me and I'm going to make your little brothers life at school a living hell next term when he starts, and I'll go after your little boyfriend" She smiled.
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Chemical Kids
Fanfiction"I can hear you music over my thoughts" Jasmine called from across the isle way, running her fingers though her thick, bright orange long hair and pulling it into a messy bun, ready for the 23 hour flight to Australia ahead of us. "I hate new kids"...