Hold On

Chapter 1- The Beginning of the End

Pulling down my sleve, wincing from the rubbing of my sleve and my cuts. I walked into school with the AC hitting me like a brick wall. I began to walk down the long streched hallway clutching my books to my chest, hoping to avoid any kind of contact with anyone.

"Mavi?" I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Sigh. Yes, my names Mavi. Mavi Jay Devine, to be clear.

"Can I help you?" I sighed feeling annoyance wash over me.

"Can we talk?" The voice started to sound familiar, considering I dont socialize this was shocking.

"Well I kinda have to get to class so--" I stopped as spun around on my heals to see who it was. "What do you want?" I sneered. It was Luke. My ex, suprisingly, because he is absoultely beautiful, and well I'm just Mavi. We have a horrid past, I was his little secret and I was fed up you could say. I don't know why he is talking to me, in public.

"I want to talk, like I said." he snapped.

"Seriously??" I paused, looking him up and down. "You wanted to talk to me, don't get a fuckin' attitude. I'm not in the mood for you anyway." With that I spun back around and started for my class again.

I heard him mumble something, but I couldn't him. I just kept walking, once I got to my class I slumped into my desk. Pulling my sleeves down as I got out last nights assessment. This was english, I love english. I feel like I can express myself through writing better than speaking. Mr. Malik is my senior english teacher, he is from the UK so he has a accent. He loves english more than I do and thats saying alot. He, himself accutally went out for the XFactor Uk but didn't make it pass the singles. What a shame though, he has a voice of a angel. Thats a sore subject for him because he thought he was gonna be apart of something bigger than himself. He is by far my favorite teacher, we aren't close or anything. I just really like him.

"Mrs. Devine."  My head shot up from last nights assessment.

"Yes, Mr. Malik?" I asked avoiding eye contact. I can't seem to get the courage to look anyone in the eyes.

"How was last nights assessment for you?" he asked, his eyes insisting to meet mine. I just kept dogging them, looking anywhere but into his eyes. He leaned back in his chair.

"It was fairly easy." I shrugged looking down on my paper. Last nights assessment was to write a two paged essay on something we enjoyed. I of course decided to write about writing. I stayed up all night just to do it.

"Easy?" he asked taken aback. Oh no, did I say something wrong? This was the only teacher I could ever really talk to without sounding frightened. I didn't want to offend him. "You had to write a two page essay in one night and it was easy?" he asked once more.

"Uh, yeah." I said, I didn't want to continure talking, I didn't want him to think I was cocky or something.

"Hmm, interesting." he awnswered. I could feel his gaze on me.

The warning bell rang and you could hear the crowds of kids start to flood into their classes. As the first of the kids started to walk into class I felt his gaze upon me break.

"So class, how was last nights..." is all I heard as I began to zone out.

What did he want? Like what could Luke possibly need to talk to me about? I guess it obviously wasn't that important if he was being a asshole, but I'd still like to know, y'know? Ugh. This is so stupid, why am I even worring? Oh yeah, he basically took everything you were worth and then just left. God, Mavi, just stop, he isn't worth it. He really is not. It's nothing, it has to be nothing right?

Class continued on and I sat there the whole time running his action, words, and gestures through my head.

"Thats it class, have a wonderful day." Mr. Malik smiled, with the thickness of his accent comming out. And at that the bell rang.

I walked out turning down long deserted hallway that rarely anyone uses because the art department has been cancled. I use this hall way to get to all my classes because I never run into anyone. Getting fairly far down the hall way I felt some one grab ahold of me, next thing I knew I was up against the wall. Looking up and blowing my hair out of my face I saw it was Luke.

"What the fuck?! Get off of me!" I yelled in disgust.

"What? C'mon babe, you know you still love me." he whispered leaning into me. What? no I am so confused. I began to push him away, but he wouldn't let go of his grip.

"Let me go!" I screamed, you think someone would hear me. I felt someones present.

"Luke, Mavi, what do we have going on here?" I heard a familar british accent. I looked over to see a very disappointed Mr. Malik.

Great.