Breaking Ava

Prologue

"Mum I don't want to go to school," I whimper in a pleading tone.

"Why?"

"Being the new girl isn't fun, mother," I chastise. "Especially when you have a British accent."

She begins to laugh at me, like I was barmy or something. By the way, barmy means crazy, for you Americans.

"Whatever Mum," I say as I take a bite into my biscuit- I mean cookie. British English sounds way better than American English.

"Well too bad, darling. You're going to your new school and no more complaining," she scolds me.

Being the new girl is never fun. I'm going to hate the first day of school. I put on my headphones and listen to music all the way to school. When we get there, it's your typical movie-like American high school. All the jocks and their girlfriends are snogging in the front of the school like they own the place. Then there are the nerds, swotting away at their textbooks as if their lives depended on it. And of course there are every other group you can think of but someone catches my eye. Tall, black hair, brown eyes and a smile that makes a girl melt.

The car comes to a stop and I get off.

"Bye Mum, love you," I say as I shut the door. "Blackstone High School, here I come."

The halls in this death trap of a school were constantly filled with students, tall and short, all with the same facial expression as the next. The face of 'I wish I could be anywhere but here'. And I too, had that facial expression. I look up and he's there again, looking at me as if I were some abstract painting he was trying to figure out.

When I finally understand how American classrooms work, I make my way to my first period, Art class. Luckily I figured it out before the bell rang. I scooted in and took a seat.

"Um... Excuse me. You're in my seat," a female voice bitterly says.

"Oh Really I didn't notice that this seat has your name engraved in it, your majesty," I say in my best American accent. I look up and a short blond with freckles and crystalline blue eyes stands in front of me.

"Huh, Who the hell do you think-"

"Everyone sit down and be quiet!" the teacher exclaims as he walks into the room.

The fiery little blonde sat down two seats away from me and started gossiping to her friend.

"Well class, looks like we have a new student. I'm Mr. Navis but you can call me Mr. N," Mr. N says. "And your name is?"

"My name is..."

"The freak forgot her name," the blonde says as she begins to laugh in a high-pitched tone.

"Who gave birth to you? A bloody hyena?" I retort. Everyone in the class begins to laugh at little miss arsehole.

"My name is Ava, Ava Swan," I say with a smile. I begin to scan the room and he's there again. Sitting quietly, he stares at me with passive eyes as if he's trying to decipher my whole existence.

"Ms. Swan please go back to your seat," the teacher says. Not once do I break from the mystery boy's eye contact until I sit down.

"Okay class, in honor of it being a new school year and there being a British new student, we will all be painting."

The class begins to cheer as if everyone won 1 million pound- i mean dollars each.

"This is a partner project so-"

"I call dibs on Ava," I hear a masculine voice in the background.

"Dream again Billy," says the girl next to me. "Ava needs a partner who'll actually do the work with her and not try to get into her panties."

"I want Ava," some guy whines.

"Hey I want her!" another guy argues.

Suddenly I became the sun in the solar system of dibs and partnerships.

"Everyone quiet!" screamed the teacher. "Since everyone wants Ava, I'll choose."

He begins to scan the room as if he were my father trying to find me a suitable boy for me to date.

"Benjamin White," he says with a smile. "You'll be Ms. Swan's partner."

I turn around to see who it is.

Him...