Loving Vincent

two

picture of vince above

nova's p.o.v

I got to school and stepped out of my car. The air smelled like nothing but cigs and desperation but to me it was the smell of a new start. Starting school at Mason High School was going to be great and I could feel it. Or it could just be complete shit and I'm too optimistic for my own good. The main point is:

No more Brendan.

I walked to the start of the steps and looked at the front of the school. It was an old sign that read Mason High School. Home of the Bulldogs in big black letters on the red and tan building.

I hurried into the school and started looking for my class.

"It should be here somewhere" I whispered to myself while looking down at the little scrap of paper I was given with my schedule printed on it.

"The lady said it should be right he-" I was bumped by a massive figure and squealed as I fell to the cold tiled floor. I looked up to see one of the handsomest human beings in the planet. Handsomest? Is that even a word? Well, only so many words can be used to describe a literal sex god. From his tousled dark brown hair to his chisled jawline and brown eyes. And his perfectly sculpted abs under his black v-neck shirt. He is the definition of hot.

Am I drooling?

But let's not forget his big ass knocked me over.

"Excuse you!" I said glaring into his eyes. I was deep in my thoughts when he smirked and brought his hand out to me,"You're already falling for me and you just got here", he said only smirking harder enough for me to see a dimple form in his left cheek.

I scoffed and got up, dusting my skirt off, "Suit yourself, clumsy", he said drawing his hand back to his side.

I rolled my eyes causing him to smirk more. Could this guy smirk any less? I'm really trying to be intimidating. He was 6'1 compared to my small 5'4 frame. My head reached the middle of his upper arm at most. Looking at the only thing eye level with me I saw tattoos peeking from under his sleeve, decorating his body like graffiti. I snapped out of my trance and rolled my eyes again.

"Wow. Can you do anything else besides rolling your eyes? Do a flip or something"

"I'll flip my foot up your ass if you keep fucking with me", I remarked becoming agitated.

"Chill out Ronda Rousey.  I'm just observing your constant attitude with me even though I've been nothing but kind to you, baby girl" he smirked licking his lips.

"Baby girl? Right...Im going to class", I said quickly turning on my heels and making my way in what seemed to be the least incorrect direction.

I kept walking until hit a dead end. Why is it so hard to find a stupid class. I turned around and Mr. Bad Ass was gone. Meanwhile I was still trying to find my way around. I wish I would've just asked him.

***

I found the classroom and slowly opened the door until I was faced with about thirty other people, sitting at their desks waiting. They all turn to me awkwardly as the wooden door creaked loudly.

"Hello. My name is Mrs. Lenares and you must be Ms. St Clair. I was expecting you but I wouldn't have thought that you would be late on your first day", she pondered, raising an eyebrow.

She looked to be about twenty-five and had short blonde hair with brown streaks and black glasses. There was little age to her face and she was very pretty, but her long pencil skirt, white blouse and blazer told you she was lowkey an evil bitch on the inside.

"I couldn't find this room", I said then looked down and back at her.

"Well, you should sit down. The only open seat is next to Vincent", she said and looked towards a guy with his head down looking at his phone but looked up when his name was called.

Shit. SHIT. SHIT. It's the sex god. I have to sit next to the SEX GOD.

He winked at me before flashing a smile that could blind any nearby students, "It just doesn't stop does it", I mumbled to myself.

I quietly walked to the back of the classroom and took the seat next to Vincent. Every eye was on me until Mrs. Lenares started talking again. I glanced over at him from the corner of my eye and caught him stealing brief glances, "Take a picture for your jerk off material, why don't you?"

He put his arm over the back of my chair and leaned in close to my neck while his warm, minty breath lightly fanned my ear.

"I've got hoes I can fuck for that, but thanks for the offer, Clumsy", he said huskily. I pushed his face back to its previous location and scooted my chair away.

What did I just walk into?

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