I pulled my hair back and sighed as i tied my strawberry blonde hair up. Today was going to suck. I had all my advanced classes. Worse was that i didn't know anyone in my classes. Actually that wasn't true. I knew them, i just hated them all. Not to mention i had lion fuck as my teacher. He can suck a chode.
I slung my bag onto my shoulder and walked out to catch the bus. The warm summer air was the only thing good that had happened all morning. I stepped onto the bus and cringed as the loud voices hit my ears. Why couldn't people just shut the fuck up. I found am empty seat and put my headphones in.
Finally the bus pulled up to the familiar bus bays, and i sighed as i stepped down onto the pavement. Making my way towards class, the shit ass music started playing as our 'bell'. It was stupid, just like every other morning.
I sat through homeroom before the bell signalling the start of first period sounded. I shoved my bag into my locker and grabbed my advanced trig text books. I don't know why i signed up for this class, i hated maths. It was probably because of him.
As i waked into the boring classroom, my eyes automatically searched the room for his dark hair. I spotted him, sitting alone at a desk slouched in his chair, tapping a pencil on the desk. I pulled my gaze away and went to my seat. I loudly dropped my books onto my desk, not caring when people looked my way. His chair was at the far corner of the classroom, back row typically. Mine was centre of the class. Yay i loved being surrounded by assholes from every side.
30 minutes into the class and i was bored out of my brains. I was about to literally shove a pencil through my eye when i realized that i hadn't looked back to see what he was doing at the moment. I tried to turn my head without him realizing, and was caught by surprise when he was already staring t me, his dark eyes were burning into mine, almost squinting. His expression was almost...concerntrating.. what was he thinking of? He continued to stare, but snapped his eyes back to the front of the classroom. I turned back around to savour the memory of his dark eyes and angry expression. His jawline was phenominal, and his eyebrows had been pulled together like he had been in deep thought.
The bell startled me. Was the period over already?
I quickly gathered my books, stole one last glance at Lachie, who had not even risen from his seat, and left the classroom.
Lachie's POV
I watched her working. The way she rested her chin on her palm. She was so intriguing. Her pink lips looked so soft. I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around me. She lifted her head and turned to look at me. I kept staring, wanting to maintain eye contact. No, stop. I turned to look at the front. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw her do the same.
The bell rung. I was in no rush. My next class wasn't even important, and it wasn't like a gave a shit. I started closing my books and was almost last to leave, aside from the class nerd, with his notes spilling out of the stupid binder he carried.
I sauntered down the crowded hallway, hand in my pocket. I hoped to catch a glimpse of the girl, but no luck.
My next class went extremely slow.
Finally the bell signalling 6th period began, and i made my way into the loud corridor. I stopped when i saw her strawberry blonde hair. She was leaning against her locker, talking to.. fuck, no not him.
My anger took over. I dropped my books and stalked towards tiarna and the manwhore that was Harry. He kept pushing his hair up with his fingers. His trademark move. He made me sick. He manipulated girls into thinking he cared for them, fucked them, and then left. I had no problem telling him how it was.
I reached him, and put my hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Tiarna was alarmed and his green eyes just had time to register my anger as my fist slammed into his face.
Tiarna's POV
I giggled at Harry. He was so charming. His dimples popped out as he smiled.
I looked over his shoulder to see Lachie. His face was stormy. I watched as he dropped his books and started striding towards us. My heart began to beat faster. His hand layed onto Harrys shoulder and Lachlan punched him square in the jaw. "Stay the fuck away from her, you hear me?" he said in a low voice, leaning into Harry. Harry's hand cupped his jaw, and he staggered back. "What the fuck is your problem man, jesus." "Just fuck off" replied Lachie. His tone was so harsh. Just as Harry walked away still cradleing his red jaw, Lachie's eyes met mine. They were so dark.
Lachie's POV
I hated him near her. She didn't know what he was like. I rubbed my knuckles and looked up to find her blue eyes already trained on mine. I didn't know what to say so i just stalked off, leaving her dumbfounded.
I was already late for class, now she was too. Why was i such a fuckup.
I went back to pick my books up, then turned the corner without looking back.
Back at my locker, i pulled out the books i needed and headed around the corner to my class.
Ofcourse i had to bump into her. Her books spilled to the floor, and her mouth fell open as she realized that it was me looming over her.
Tiarna's POV
His dark brown eyes bore into mine. He was so tall. And so hot.
I bent down to pick my books up and he pulled me back up by my arm.
"Stop it, i'm already late as it is" i said to him. Yes he might be mysterious and hot, but he just started a fight with one of the only people who seems to be nice around here, not to mention humiliating the fuck out of me.
He grabbed my wrist as i bent back down. "I mean it" i spat, somewhat harsher than i meant.
I was taken by surprise when he grabbed my other wrist and pushed me against the lockers, closing the small space that had been between us. His tie hung around his neck loosely. GOddamit was he attractive. My heart raced.
"I've been waiting for a chance like this for a while now" he growled into my ear, before nipping at the skin under my ear. My breaths were fast as his hands ran up my arms onto my jaw. He took my face in his hands and smashed his lips against mine. My heart was beating too fast to be healthy, but i craved this. My hands ran up his neck to tug at the roots of his dark brown hair. Our lips moved in unison and he came closer yet to me. His body was pressed right up to mine. He pulled away, his breath was fast.
Just as his lips touched against mine softly again, his burning gaze made my breath hitch in my throat.
I stared up at him. His jawline was remarkable.
"Be mine" he purred at me. "You deserve better than that asshole harry."
His lips turned up in a smirk as he dipped his head and kissed my exposed collarbone. His hands flew to my waist and trapped me.
"Get away from my boyfriend!" someone yelled from the other end of the hall.
Oh no.
Ranga Library Lady was sprinting towards us.
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