Hurt Again ( on hold)

Why | Chapter 1

Why? Why must everyone you start to love betray you? Go behind your back and stab you. You start to wonder why you even try to fall in love in the first place.You grow cold and dislikable to the people around you because you push them away, why? Because you are afraid to get hurt again. That would be me. Oh how rude of me, I'm Ariyah Morgan.
I am currently sitting In class listening to Mr.Jones babble on about the code and conventions about horror movies, that may I add do not like. The bell rings for next class and I get up grab my bag and head towards second period. My black tims slam against the hall floors, my ripped skinny jeans hug my curvy hips and my skinny legs as I sway my hips and a black busty top that says 'Jumpman ' sticks to me like a second skin. No, I'm not a slut. Just to clear that up. I enter my English lit class and sit at the back and put my bag down, getting all my resources out and wait for the teacher to start the lesson. I get my mirror out and look at my make up. My wine red lipstick compliments that caramel of my skin and the dark back eyeliner and eyeshadow hide most of my eyes. My nose ring quite small is in along with my septum, tongue and my gold grill. I look dope asf.
Some may say that I look like a rebel or a road girl but so what? This is my new style and I intend to keep it this way. People start to pour into the classroom and I lift my head up to see my bestfriends come through. Ashlyn and Kayla. Unlike me, Ashlyn is a girly girl. She wears cream loafers with white jeans and a pink Ralph Lauren button up shirt and a Gucci bag. Her blonde hair is long and sraight and blue eyes that could have any boy begging for her at her feet. Then there is kayla who is basically, chocolate sensation. Her braids reach the small of her back and she wears a grey crop top with black jeans and air Max's. We are more alike in terms of style but she also likes to dress up 'classy' when she wants to.
They come and sit either side of me and I smile at them.
" Heyy Arii, omg have u seen the hot new boy in our year!" Ashlyn screeches and I roll my eyes. She's allways on about new gossip and how the most popular girl in school is fucking the basketball player. I just came here for school, no interactions with the opposite sex, because last year... I learnt the hard way.
"No what does he look like?" I say out of curiosity... Not.
" well he's white. He has dark brown almost black hair that's shaved at the sides and culy with brown eyes,with piercings and he's just soo fit !" She babbles on. I roll my eyes once again.
" Loool, he's a white boy" Kayla says chewing her gum.
" yeah and what?" Ashlyn says and I zone them out. kayla has been known to not particularly agree with white and black people going out, she believes that everyone should go out with there own. Last year I would of argued with her and told her she's wrong, and say that it's the love that matters but the truth is, love is not a thing. It is something that consumes you and takes over you're whole body. Purely an emotion. You are unaware of the people around you, you focus on one person only, and it is not healthy for you. When that person leaves you, you feel dead to the world. Completely oblivious to your surroundings.
" okay class settle down" Mrs.Edwards voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I see that the whole class already sitting down and stopping their conversations.
The 'Jaguars' aka the jaggz were sitting at the back left of the classroom. They were 4 boys that consisted of milk and caramel skinned and white trouble makers ( only one white boy)  that will leave a girl as fast as they got what they wanted. I've never associated myself with any of them and them me. Probably because they know I'm not like these other hoes and girls that will do anything to have a night with a jagg. I respect myself and my body enough not to give it up to someone who won't even remember me the next day.
" class, we have a new student that's going to be joining us, meet Cole Parker" I looked away from the jaggz and looked up at a tall, about 6ft2 boy. He had tanned skin and dark brown hair like Ashlyn described and had a lip piercing and star tattoo's on his neck. He was looking down and then suddenly looked up to smile lightly showing his perfect white teeth. All in all, he was good looking. Not my type though, not that there was any chance that I was his. All the White girls squealed and whispered to their friends. I scoffed and ran a hand through my curly hair. It reaches down to my back and I dyed it red at the ends.
He was still standing their while miss was talking about how we 'operate' in this class and all that.
He wore a black shirt and grey hoodie rolled up to his elbows and black jeans and vans. His eyes met with mine quickly and he looks at me intensely. I screw him and look away. What the hell he looking at. He sat down next to Ashlyn and she instantly turned around to start talking to him. I sighed and looked up towards the board and copied what was being everything down from the board.