~Eden's POV~
"Just fuck off, Eden!"
I felt the cold steel of the knife pierce my cheek. I didn't know they even let teenagers carry around butcher's knives in an attempt to murder someone here. Nice. Well done, America.
Sarcastically, I chuckled and laughed, grinning widely at the pain soaring through my system. It hurts... The girl scowled evily at my emotions. "Why are you so fucking happy, bitch?!"
Slowly, I made my way through the empty corridors of the school trying to find a nurse, although school finished about 7 hours ago. Its 10 PM...
The music room!
I quickly hurried in, closing the door. I hid silently behind a wall, hoping the janitor would notice. But he didn't. The music room was very... large. A large grand piano sat in the corner, urging me towards it. A few guitars were stood nearby also. This place... Is my heaven.
Elegantly, I perched upon the small stool in front of the piano, scanning the keys. I quickly pressed one. Its on.
Soon, I found myself playing a beautiful melody along to 'Grenade' by Bruno Mars. I'm such a pathetic Hooligan.
"I'd catch a grenade for ya...
Throw my hand on a blade for ya....
I'd jump in front of a train for ya.....
You know I'd do anything for ya.... Ohhhh.
I would go through all this pain...
Take a bullet straight through my brain...
Yes, I would die for you baby..."
"But you won't do the same!"
"Nooo... WOAH!" I quickly yelped as I fell off the stool onto my wounded cheek. FUCK. I felt tears ball up in my eyes, but I strongly held them back.
Who the hell is this guy?
"Woah! Sorry!" An American man shouted in shock, pulling me up. His soft hands wrapped around me as he tried to bring me back on my feet. Quickly, the man brushed his long, bony finders across my cheek, making me flinch and hiss in pain.
"D-Don't hurt me..." I whine in pain, stepping forwards slowly. I wasn't sure whether I could trust this guy or not... "Why would I hurt such a beauty like you?" The guy asked, smiling. His pure white teeth sparkled in the dark gloomy room. It made me feel... welcome?
"What's your name, sweetheart?" He asked, taking my hand and squeezing it tight. HE CALLED ME SWEETHEART.
"Ummm... Eden. And you?" I ask shyly, my cheeks heating up.
"Bruno Mars."
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My Teacher... Bruno Mars?! (Bruno Mars fanfic TeacherxStudent)
FanfictionEden Forest, 18, is bipolar, yet musically gifted. She's accepted into a high school for all teens wanting to be a part of the music industry in any shape or form. Being British, Eden instantly finds it hard to fit in with her American schoolmates...
