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Dia's POV

The weekend went by faster than usual. I'm not 100% sure exactly why but I guess I'm just excited to see this Ross dude at school today.

My eyes stare at the wall in front of me for a few minutes as dirty thoughts full of lust quickly burst into my mind.

The face of that blonde boy is memorized somewhere in my brain and on every five minutes it floats back, capturing my thoughts. I can't help but imagine his well-crafted body pressed against mine.

"Dia! You're going to be late for school!"

The shout came from downstairs. My mom really hates when I'm late. She's so strict, expecting too much from me. I'm not the perfect daughter, mother, and I will never be.

I take one last look of my outfit in the mirror and leave my bedroom. With quick small steps I get in the kitchen and took one of the sandwiches which were placed on a plate in the middle of the table.

"There is enough time to have a breakfast." mom speaks, glancing at me.

"I know, but Winnie is waiting for me so I have to hurry." my explanation sounds stupid and half-baked but she just nod in agreement "Bye."

Before she could answer, I am already outside, walking calmly towards the school building. It's not that far from home. Anyways.

Now, about last Friday night. After the party I went to Winifred's house, because I had already told my parents that I'm sleeping in Silly's. It was kinda weird because Winnie doesn't live with her family, I mean, she is an orphan. There are other kids there. Some are younger, some are older, some are on our age. I'm so thankful that none of them told those women who take care of them about me. I was scared that they may call my parents. But you know, strict parents, sneaky kids.

The old building of my high school appears in the distance. The morning sun is shining brightly, dazzling me, but there is no way for me to not recognize this burning hell. I don't like school. I don't like the teachers, the students, the rules, the principal. Usually there's no way for me to come that early here but today is an exception.

As soon as I come inside the building, my eyes search for Ross. His messy blonde head is standing in the middle of the highway, looking down at some papers.

"Hey." I try to hide my nervousness "You remember me?"

He slowly looks up, his eyes staring straight at mines "Dia, right?"

"Yeah." I nod, keeping this fake smile on my face "Is this your schedule?"

"Yes." he answers shortly and returns his gaze on the papers.

My eyes look over his appearance. His black leather jacket makes him to look like some bad boy. The tight dark blue jeans are squeezing again his boner... Oh my gosh! Dia, stop! This is not right! You barely know him!

"Do you want me to walk you around?" I speak again, trying to distract myself from every single dirty thought "What's your first class?"

He finally takes his gaze off those papers and glances at me. These big puppy hazel eyes are staring coldly at me. His behavior makes me feel unwanted and useless. Am I annoying him?

"Look, Dia, I really don't need your help." I guess, the fake smile on his face should show me that I'm tedious for him "It's nothing personal. I just don't like to communicate with girls..."

"Are you gay?" the question escapes my mouth unexpectedly, surprising him.

Suddenly his loud laughter echoes through the whole hallway and a few teenagers turn heads towards us. Okay, now I'm even more embarrassed than before.

"I mean, I avoid to communicate with girls like you." he finally ends laughing and looks seriously at me "Girls with low self esteem who dress like whores only to take all the attention to themselves. It's funny how you think you're hot, when actually you're disgusting." I'm just staring at him, listening carefully, not even blinking "That night at the party I knew you wanted to kiss me. I'm not stupid for God sake! I just really don't want to have any physical contact with you." I don't know, if I should kick him in the balls or run away and cry my eyes out. Maybe both "Now I'm gonna go."

The fake smile on his face makes the situation even worse. His eyebrows raise, probably he's thinking sorry not sorry. But I'm not a fucking whore! What the hell?! I expected something from this guy and he just dumped me like some trash, huh?!

I already feel my eyes watering and blurring my view, the view of that blonde head turning around and walking away from me, leaving me in the middle of the hallway to cry like some little girl.

Embarrassing.

Winifred's POV

My eyes are scanning impatiently the crowd of teenagers who are coming into the classroom, until I finally spot that blonde high quiff.

"Luke?" I literally yell, trying to take his attention.

The boy looks at me and patiently waits for the students in front of him to move so he can get to me.

"Hi, aren't you that weird girl from the party on Friday?" he speaks with his deep voice, making me shudder. I just nod slowly, carefully trying to not embarrass myself in front of him "Ugh, your name was Wesley or?"

"Lol, I'm not Ronald Wesley, calm down, Harry Potter's fan." I giggle as my hand taps on the free sit next to me. Luke just smiles awkwardly, probably ashamed that he doesn't remember my name "By the way, it's Winnie."

His bright blue eyes are staring deeply at me, while he is slowly making his way to the other side of the desk and then sits next to me.

Things are going well for now, hah. I hope Dia's morning has started as good as mine.