Meeting the devil

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As I got up to the tune of my alarm, I got butterfly's in my stomach. First day of school, new year. I am in my last year, and grateful for it to be honest.

I stretched my legs as I stretched my legs. I didn't really get that much sleep last night. All the flashbacks were overpowering my mind, contouring my thoughts. Rampaging my dreams.

I stepped into my on suite (I know, posh right?) And brushed my teeth two minutes. (I counted in my head). Then I stepped out of my fluffy pajamas and got into the shower. I let the warm water wash away my cold thoughts.

After I had finished, I went into my closet and picked the outfit of the day. I chose light blue denim jeans, with a white floral top and my white converse. Sweet but simple really.

I raced downstairs after grabbing my phone, and saw my mum I'm the kitchen cooking. "Hey mum!" I ran up to her and gave her a big hug. We have been very close since the incident.

"Hey darling, morning! I have made you pancakes!". I love her so much. After I had nodded a thanks, I sat down at my stool and ate. Yum!

When I had finished, I gave my mum a kiss on the cheek and grabbed my bag from the hall. The time was 8:13. So all together I have 17 minutes to get to school. I can do this! Because... This is Sparta! Only joking. As I raced out to my baby aka my car, I jumped in the drivers side and drove.

I turned the corner into my school, grabbed my bag and hopped out. Everyone looked so different! Older even. I stepped into the walls of my school. Ahh, how I have missed the horrible green colour of peeling paint. Not really.

I got to my form room and saw most people were here. Huh, maybe everyone has changed because from last year, everyone was always late. As I stepped in, the bell rang and my teacher flung open the door behind me.

" Morning class, we have a new student today and will be arriving anytime now!" I really did not like Miss Clays. She thinks she is the best because she is a teacher. I mean really?

I sat in the back corner and put my bag on the chair next to me so no one would sit there. As I did so I heard gasps from around me, and when I did, I looked up and saw it was from the Queen bees, aka, the wolf pack. I mean this metaphorically obviously but they are the ones that have slept with half the entire school population of boys!

I looked up and my eyes nearly fell out my head. Right there, at the front of the class, stood the most sexy, handsome face I had ever seen. I could feel my cheeks heat up, so I looked down. When I had recovered I looked back up and Mr handsome was smirking right at me.

"So class, this is the new student that I was explaining to you about, would you like to introduce yourself?" Miss' screechy voice filled the silence.

Great.

"Well hello ladies, the names Michael. Michael Ryder. But you can call me on my number." His voice was a mixture of husk and deep. I'm pretty sure every girl had fainted right there. Well all of them but me.

"Well Michael, interesting, so now we need to seat you somewhere." Miss scanned the room. "Over here miss!" The witch noise filled my ears. That was Karen, the leader of the bees. She has slept with the whole football team!

Miss Clays ignored her and narrowed her eyes at me. I started pleading with my eyes silently. He can not sit there.

"Michael, why don't you go and join Charlotte over there?" She pointed her witch like finger over to the seat next to me.

Michaels eyes followed her fingers and looked in the direction of me. He smirked again. "It would be a pleasure miss" Urghh his sweet yet horrid voice.

As he made his way over here, every girl was trying to get his attention by pushing their boobs out more or twirling their hair and making sure their makeup is fine. Ahh, the classic barbie dolls.

I removed my bag from the seat, and Michael sat down and turned to me. "You may need to know my name." He said to me. I looked up and creased my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?" He just smirked whilst all the girls were daydreaming about him. "Because you will be screaming it in my bed later." That's when I finally understood what he meant. Aahh, this is where the boys go wrong. He is a fuckboy. A very, weird specimen all together.

I just shook my head as he smirked. I looked ahead.

I can't wait for this lesson to finish.

A/n: So what do you think? I'm not sure if I really do like this beginning but it really is the best I could do. Please suggest things that I could improve on. Thanks!

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 15, 2016 ⏰

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