A/N - the school that is stated doesn't exist. Its based on a school that does exist. The events never happened. Everything is fiction. Have fun
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We sit in the car, making out yet again. My legs around waist. His hands exploring my body, seeing what gets me hot and heavy. Out tongues rolling over on and other.
My shirt is falling off my shoulders. His is off, exposing his athletic body. The power struggle is over. Its clear who won
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"Hi, I'm Raquel." I introduce myself to my new art class.
I moved all the way from Calgary, and to Edmonton. Its cold. At elizabeth Heights, its not the art school I wanted. There are two art teachers here. Mrs. Lowe, she was the art IB teacher here. I explained to the class why for my pictures I used water colors. The teacher made us do 60 pictures in one minute. That's means on picture per minute.
As I explained about how I resorted to painting water droplets, the teacher had a stern look on her face.
"Why are you late Jung?" she asked, I turned around to see a guy who was 6'5" standing in the door way. His eyes were a pretty green, his hair thick and dark like the sky with curls in his hair.
He walked up to the table, looking at all the pictures I painted
"Hey you, ginger." he called, snapping his fingers in my face. I jolted back in shock. I tied my red hair back with my elastic.
"I have have a name, it's Raquel." I explained, my eyes stared him down. He chuckled a little.
"Well ginger, these need a lot of work." he pick a few up and threw them my face. My hand clutched in a fist and I pick up my jar of water I used to clean my water. "Hey, asshole." i called out. He put his glasses on and looked up. Before he could say anything, i threw the water in the jar all over his face, and his brand new element shirt. He stumbled back.
"Before calling the best artist of her old school bad, next time think about what could happen." I said, putting the jar down. The bell rung, meaning class was over. I stormed out of the art room muttering to myself.
The end of the day came at 3:24pm. I go to bus terminal in my gym clothes. I'm too lazy to Change right now. I wait at the 150 bus stop in front of westmount mall. Off to the corner of my eye I see that narcissistic prince again. He was in a different shirt this time, a black billabong shirt.
He walks towards, in a raging matter. His feet hitting the ground hard. Hands clenched I'm fists. Finally he's half a foot away from me.
"Hey you, we need to talk." he grabbed my arm tight. Squeezing a little.
"Gee i hope you don't treat your girlfriends this way." I said trying to free myself. His hand would squeeze tighter. "Let go. I'll scream." i threatened. In Calgary it works all the time. But this time he didn't let go.
"Around here, I call the shots." he said as he yanked me closer to him. His breath can be felt on the top of my head. "You know, your kinda cute ginger." he said, tilting my head up right up so I look into his eyes.
"I have a name." I said, he smirked and pulled me in even closer.
"Oh right, Raquel isn't it. You're a fighter, martial arts maybe. You have fast reaction time." he backed away, placing his hands on my arm. "Can't wait to see what happens." he said and walks away he brought his hand up and waved to me. The bus came and I got on, watching the narcissistic prince walk towards the school
