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Ugh! I'm so mad at my parents. Moving me from London, to the middle of nowhere Cheshire. A small town called Holmes Chapel. It's cute and quaint actually, but I'm still pissed.
It's the first day of school, well my first day, it being March, the school year is almost over and the semester is half done. It's gonna be awful. I'm not excited. I dress in a purple floral dress that hits a bit above mid-thigh, a light pink sweater that is almost as long as my dress, black above the knee sock and black ankle wedges. My unruly hair is pulled back into a fishtail braid and I'm only wearing mascara.
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"Have a good day sweetie," mum says, pulling up in front of the decent sized school.
I don't reply, just open the door and hop out, shutting it harshly behind me. I hold my head up high while walking into the school, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I walk into the building and go straight to the office to get my schedule. They hand it and my locker number to me without complication, and I follow the map of the school to my first class.
It's boring as all fuck, and I'm stared at all day. I hate being the new kid. Stupid parents. They only want to ruin my life. I sigh, when I get into my last class and sit down in a seat in the middle. I pull out my spiral notebook, and stare up at the front. Someone clears their throat and I look to my left only to be met with a boy's crotch.
My eyes widen and I look down a pair of long, tight skinny jean clad legs and see brown boots. My eyes roam back up the legs and over a toned chest in a Kiss t-shirt. His buff arms are covered in tattoos and I look up to see a lip ring in blush pink lips. His features are sharp and handsome, his eyes are a bright moss green that seem cold and harsh, and there's an eyebrow piercing above his eyebrow. Brown curls are atop his head, swept up and to the side in a messy quiff.
"You're in my seat," he says in a low husky voice. My heart drops and my tummy twists in knots, his voice is velvety and smooth, yet rugged and sexy.
"And?" I ask with an attitude. It'll take more than a fit bad boy to fix my mood. He narrows his eyes at me, and looks me up and down. A smirk forms on his lips, and his tongue darts out, playing with his lip ring.
"Nothing," he says lowly with a smirk. "I'll just sit here."
He pulls the kid that is in the seat next to me out of the desk and sits down. I give him a flat look before looking back up at the front. I can feel his eyes on me the entire lesson, but I ignore him like I've ignored everyone else today.
I'm so irritated with everyone right now. As soon as the bell rings, I'm out of my seat and rushing out the door. I go straight outside and lean against the building while waiting for my mum to come and get me.
