This year was going to be legendary and not in a good way.
One problem that has been spoken of many times is education for the youth.
Parents complain the rich get the best education and that those freed from juvenile detention often get no education.
Now to satisfy our country and to avoid chaos they have come up with a solution that will change everyone's life and surely will cause chaos in the schools.
Delinquents, the average student and the rich will all be spread out into schools together.+++
Running late for the first day of school was my specialty.
Not once have I ever been on time.
My teeth held my apple as I tried to grab my car keys and throw my book bag over my shoulder.
"Bye Mom!" I muffled screamed through the apple.
"Bye sweetie" she shouted from upstairs.
Wish me luck.
The drive to school was slow, mainly because I wasn't in a hurry to get there.
I pulled into the school parking lot to see many expensive cars on one side and the regular and old cars on the other.
After parking I slowly made my way to the front doors of Eston High.
I took a deep breath and opened the doors and took in the craziest image.
You had people in ripped pants and leather jackets in the same school as people with blazers and ties.
People were already arguing, others getting along.
"Oh thank god Rita!" I turned and was greeted by a hug from my one and only friend Tessa.Her blue hair was tied back in a ponytail making her look more normal.
"This is never going to work you know?" She just chuckled at that and nodded her head.
I slung my arm over her shoulder as we began to walk down the hallway.
"Any cuties?" I wiggled my eyebrows knowing she had already looked at all the new boys.
"Way too many to count" she pretended to faint making my chuckle.
"Whelp more for you to choose from" she nodded eagerly.
"Hey who do you have for homeroom" she changed the subject smoothly.
"Mr. Gronk" she sighed which told me all I needed to know.
"I have Ms. Fillmore" I looked at her with concern. Fillmore was tough and already hated Tessa.
The bell rang cutting our catching up session short.
We hugged and walked in the opposite direction of the other.
I entered my homeroom and walked to the back of the room and took a seat. I pulled out my phone and began going through my social media.
Suddenly my phone is taken out of my hand.
My head snapped up my neck nearly breaking and my eyes met a gorgeous dark green pair. I looked at his face, attractive.
He took your phone.
He had a smirk on his face as I tried to grab my phone from his hand.
"Excuse me but what do you think your doing?" I crossed my arms giving up on trying to grab the phone.
"Taking your phone, have any smart questions?" he tried hard to not laugh as my jaw dropped open.
"And why are you taking my phone" I stood up trying to show him not to mess with me. This just made him chuckle.
"Because your not supposed to have it out and to give you my phone number." his lips went back into a smirk.
"And what makes you think I want your number?" He just looked at me as if my question were stupid.
"Maybe because I'm the sexiest person you'll ever meet."
"I'm sorry can you leave the room, your ego is taking up all the space" I pointed towards the door.
He just laughed and reached his hand towards my butt, slipping my phone into my back pocket.
"Call me." He winked heading towards the door.
"And if I don't?" I called after him.
"Oh trust me you will" he smiled.
"Wait!" This time he turned and looked at me confused. " your not in this class?"
"Nope, just wanted to make sure I left a perfect image of myself in your head." And with that he left and I would be lying if I said he didn't leave a perfect image in my head.
The teacher soon entered the class and began to go over the syllabus.
After homeroom was over I pulled out my phone to see what the man I had met earlier name was. Kent Tyler.
Lunch arrived slowly since Tessa wasn't in any of my classes until after lunch. The lunch meal was tuna sandwich so Tessa and I decided to go out and get food.
After lunch I had free period, chemistry, then anatomy.
I decided to just sit out in the courtyard and go on my phone for free period.
The courtyard smelled of tobacco and perfume. One of the worst mixtures known to man.
"So your one of those girls you can't separate from her phone?" A deep husky voice asked.
I slowly lifted my head a bit annoyed at the question.
The man standing in front of me was honestly hotness on legs. His brown hair was tousled and effortless. His jawline was sharp enough to cut ice and his eyes were a piercing blue.
"No, I'm one of those girls that when bored resorts to their phone." He just watched me for a few seconds and then took a seat next to me.
"You know your not a girl" I could see him looking at me out the side of my eye.
"Then what am I , a boy?" He laughed and shook his head.
"No mean there's just something visually and obviously mentally different about you"
Now I looked at him.
"I mean this in the nicest way possible but you don't know me at all so how can you perceive that about me?" He just shrugged his shoulders.
"For starters I can tell you have confidence from the way you talk but you don't walk around showing it." Now i shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm not really liked."
"I can see why." He replied bluntly making me gasp.
"You know I don't do jerks" I crossed my arms.
His eyes almost came out his head which actually concerned me a bit.
"Who said I wanted to get in your pants!?"
"No I meant , I didn't mean it that way" I tried to cover my face as my cheeks grew red.
We sat in silence for what felt like hours.
"I've got things to do, thanks for giving me a interesting conversation." He took a cigarette out of his pocket along with a lighter.
"Wait what's your name?" He looked back at me a smirk coming into his face. "Octavian Manson. " he blew a puff of smoke and walked away.
As soon as he left I pulled out my phone again and texted Tessa whom I forgot was in class.
Wait until I tell you about two people I met.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Hey Guys!!!
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