Chapter III

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In a failed attempt to pick up my books and get away from him and his group as fast as I could, I felt a hand enclose around my wrist. It was tight and the force made me wince. I was pulled up to Cameron's face and I could feel his warm, minty breath fanning my face.

"Stay out of my way nerd or you won't know what hit you," he hissed furiously into my ear before dropping me back on the ground again. I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyes from the pain in my wrist but I kept them in check along with the exploding feeling in my chest about being this close to a male. I kept my head down and picked up the rest of my books in a hurry before I noticed he'd already started walking away. Some of his friends gave me sorrowful looks as they passed before jogging to catch up with him.

I groaned inwardly realizing that I was so incredibly late for class and to be honest, I'd rather crawl into a small hole and die. I don't know why I acted so weak, god I wasn't even that weak around Catherine. I was trained better than that, but either way, I really didn't want to get on the bad side of the school's notorious bad boy. He wasn't good news.

I spent the whole of class time, once I'd made it there going over what Cameron had said to me after our horrid run in, the words scared the absolute shit out of me. Did he mean it and if he did, what would I do about it? Shaking my head I let out an exasperated sigh, I couldn't believe he'd do anything like that just because I chose to try and see the good in people.

Being the school's Quarterback and the most popular guy in school he'd probably forget about me by the end of the day since he'd never noticed me before, which I was highly grateful for at that present moment in time. He always had tons of girls swooning over him, trying to distract him and he just flipped them all off with a wave of his hand.

Although despite his distinct lack of heart he was quite gorgeous; he had the most mesmerizing piercing grey eyes and brown/blonde shaggy hair that stuck out in places causing him to be quite devilishly handsome. He had a sharp jawline, cheekbones that could cut your finger and the pearly white teeth that every girl fell for. He didn't smile a lot so there was never rarely a time where you would see his heart stopping smile. He was fit and muscular from football and he dressed much like a stereotypical bad boy would in his leather jackets and denim jeans.

Any girl would fall for him just due to his good looks but I'm not any girl and his attitude towards people below him on the so called social ladder frustrated me beyond belief.

The loud shrill ring of the bell broke me out of my thoughts and I realised that my first period class was over. Rushing to pack up my things, I stepped out of the classroom and into the swarming hall full of students. I pulled my iPhone out and texted Claire, I knew she'd be angry at me for leaving her this morning but I was having such a bad day already so I just needed her company after this class.

Do you have lunch third period? - I

Sure do! - C

Okay I'll meet you at the lockers? - I

Sounds good, see you there Bella. - C

I then rushed off to my second class. I hated World History but I'd always been good at it, considering I had History drilled into my head since I was the age of five. I spent most of the class spaced out and in my own thoughts.

Even my teacher didn't pressure me, I was the top of the class. Being a senior now I was craving for time to go back, even if I had to go through all the torment again, I would. Claire would tell me I was mental but I'd rather take the responsibility of being in school then running a country

The bell rang again not long after an assessment was given out and I was out of there as quick as possible, walking straight towards my locker. I knew Claire was waiting for me there. I was just about to the locker when I ran into what I thought was another warm brick wall. My books went everywhere for the second time today and I swear I was going to castrate whoever it was this time.

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