A Perfect Mistake

"You know, I've always wondered about love. About how powerful it is. About how ot works. Because, it works differently for everyone.

Everyone wants to be loved. To have that perfect romance with The One. Your Prince Charming. But reality takes it away from you.

Reality hasn't done it's best in it's power for me. I've always been the worst when it comes to good luck.

But for me, love was the best thing that ever happened to me. Why? Because my love was my weapon against reality."

~ Talia Lockhart.♡

NOT EDITED

Chapter One

I stared at the blackboard stained with chalk dust and a bunch of variables I had already known. I yawned obnoxiously, put my feet on the desk, and asked in a bored tone, "Is this lesson done yet? Because I have somewhere to be, and this sure ain't it."

The teacher, Mr. Harding, obviously not very happy with my disruption, barked, "That is the second time you've interrupted my class today, Ms. Lockhart. Next time, you're going to the Principle's office."

"Aww, little Jonathan can't deal with a high schooler like me? Does he have to go to Burkes every time I misbehave?" I asked in a baby voice.

He turned a crimson red in both anger and embarrassment. "Get out of my classroom! And it's Mr. Harding, not Jonathan!" He shouted, pointing to his door.

I smirked in satisfaction, happy I got a reaction from the pudgy teacher in his late thirties. "Thanks for getting me outta class, Jon." I whispered to him before heading to the classroom door.

I closed the door, but not before a heard Jonathan shout, "Don't call me that!"

I just chuckled and continued walking down the long hallways of my boring old school.

I made a break for Burkes, our principal, room and entered. "Hey Bee." I greeted the sweet old lady sittig at the front desk before entering Burkes' room.

There was someone already in there with our super old principal. A male being of our species, and a hot one at that. Mama Mia!

I sat in the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the unexplainable hot specimen, and rested my feet on dear old Burkes' desk. "Yo Burkes. Could you write me a pass for D-10? I don't have all day." I said, studying my nails. D-10 was my nickname for detention. D for detention and 10 for the room number.

He just stared at me, giving me an are-you-kidding-me-can't-you-see-I'm-busy-leave-now-or-else look, but I couldn't care less. "Ms. Lockhart. If you could just step out of the room for a moment please, that would be greatly appreciated."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, greatly appreciated my ass. Just write me a fucking pass and hand it over."

He flinched at my choice of language. "Ms. Lockhart, that language will not be tolerated here and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard this shit before. Just write the pass."

"Bu-but...oh, forget it." He mumbled to himself as he write me a pass for D-10.

"Thank you, kind sir." I said in probably the worst British accent in the history of horrible imitations of accents. I walked out of the office, nodding at the unknown hot man who staring at me curiously and headed to the detention room.

"Hey, y'all!" I yelled as soon as I came in, waking up the teacher sleeping on top of the textbooks on the lone desk by the corner, and getting dirty looks from everyone in there. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that annoying?" I asked, feigning a bunch of mushy feelings. Many nodded, others just growled under their breath, staring at me like they wanted to put me through a reenact of World War ll. "Well suck it up." I yelled and sat on top of a desk, opening a pack of bubble gum and popping one in my mouth.