Shining Armour.

One

I never really understood what people meant when they said their heart was broken, until it happened to myself. The feeling that something had been ripped from me and I could never get it back. It felt dark, like there was no light, no escape, like I was just stuck in this forever pain. It sucked, I mean, it still does. How can anyone get over a heart break?

Tuesday. The only decent thing about being alive today, was that it was pay day. I was yet again, sitting in the same couch, staring at the same people in the same boring common room. Natasha was extra titchey today which made me a tad angry. Everything I said, she would snap. It almost got to the point where I confronted her, but then, I don't want to lose the only friend I've got so I just decided to ignore it.

The bell rung, and it was time for class. I quickly checked my timetable, telling me I had English. Crap. The one class I have with her that I have managed to avoid almost every day. I am pretty sure she knows that too. I mentally slapped myself and slumped my bag over my shoulder, lazily grabbed my folder and headed to the classroom.

Natasha sat across from me, which was good I suppose. I could pretend to be looking at her, when really, I was looking at the blonde sitting with her back to me. There was only three girls in our class, which was good in some ways, others it sucked because the teacher tried to put the three of us as a group. Until I threw a tantrum and left the class, leaving a very shocked teacher.

"Today, you really need to get your introductions written up...." The teacher announced, along with many other things but I had zoned out at this point. Introductions of what? What are we even doing? How will this help me achieve in life really? If you can't tell, I had given up with school altogether. Ever since last years performances, I can barely force knowledge out of my brain to paper.

Natasha asked me a question, which I completely missed, staring at her like she had grown three heads. She frowned, then raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to answer me?"

"I don't know what you said." I admitted, slowly looking away from her and to the blonde that now had the teacher standing over her. Why was she always getting special treatment?

"Ugh, don't even worry." Natasha snarled, looking back down to the phone in her hands. She had no care in the world, showing her phone in class. One day, she is going to get it taken off her and I will be laughing at her, saying 'I told you so.' I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the desk. May as well get a few minutes sleep while I'm doing nothing.

"Rosa!" My name startled me. I looked up to the teacher who was standing at her desk with her hands on her hips.

"What?"

"Do your work," she warned. I flicked a piece of paper from under me and shoved the end of a pen in my mouth, then stared off into space. "Do you need help?"

"I don't think your help is experienced enough for my issues." I breathed, obviously loud enough that the teacher and her over the other side of the room heard because her eyes were now reading mine. She had a smirk playing on her lips. I turned away, flushing red and shook my head. "I don't need help," I sighed.

Half way through the lesson, we were to go to the computer room to research god knows what. I never listened, I just nodded, packed my things into my bag and skipped down the hall. I placed my belongings under a desk and started the computer. I hated this room. It was just so dark, and frustrating. I don't know. Something about the twenty computer screens lined up in rows just made me claustrophobic. I demanded the windows to be open, which kindly one of the boys did.

"Rosa, I hear you are taking Ben to the ball?" Sam, one of the boys spoke behind me. I turned around to meet his giant blue eyes, and nodded.

"Yes, I'm bringing your boyfriend back," I snarled, smirking. Clearly, it was sarcastic. Sam wasn't gay, well, he sure seemed it but always denied it. Same as Ben, I just always gave them shit last year when Ben was at our school.