Pretty boy's hero

Chapter 1

I sighed and kicked the ground. Today was finally Friday, the end of the first month of school. Then tomorrow, work. Just another year to go and I can finally be free from this torture. Just have to suffer another six hours of school and it would be over.

When I reached school I went straight to class, not bothering to take my school books or anything. I mean, would you, if you've been taught everything already, just from somewhere else?

The teacher for homeroom looked at me timidly, like he was scared for his life. I don't know what's wrong with these people though. Like seriously, I can't eat them or anything. I don't even bully. Sure, I bully the bullies but isn't that good, sheesh.

Then my idiot of a cousin came about and sat next to me.

"Tyler," I said smirking. My hand in front of him, upfront and he groaned as he placed ten bucks on it.

"Alright alright you win the bet," he grumbled. You see we made a bet that I couldn't get to homeroom earlier than him, but this week I made it a minute earlier no less.

"I seriously don't know how you can get up from bed so easily and early, you robot," He flicked his maroon hair away from his face. Everyone who is a Moore or at least has blood from a Moore, will get natural maroon hair. The eye colours differ though, like his are grayish blue and mine are green.

I shrugged, "You just get up," I said simply. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and finally shook his head muttering, "Crazy," under his breath. I glared at him and pinched his cheek. He yelped, muttering a curse. I chuckled and muttered, "cute," Making it loud enough for only him to hear. His gaze softened as he laughed with me. I loved moments like these.

And then some moron decided to interupt and ruin it all.

"So guys, let's start by saying that I am extremely proud of you for improving alot on your SATs for this month's test. Here are the top for this level and then top for our class," Our school has a test every month for us and we have to take it. Crazy, I know. This is the best school in America though...

And then I'm called to the principle's office. The usual of course, after every single test.

"No, Mrs D. I do not want to," I announced as I walked into the very familiar office. She looked up pleadingly at me.

"Please, Arielle! I don't like these people not knowing you! You deserve the recognition," Mrs Dallen asked as usual.

"No, no, no and once again no," I sighed. This woman didn't know how to give up.

"What happens if the students start asking? What am I supposed to say?"

"The same thing as always. I've already allowed you to put my score up there and that's good enough," I said patiently.

"I'm not to tell them that you are the only one who has scored a hundred percent for these tests?" She asked and I nodded. Nobody needs to know that. I just took the tests because I had to. I really had to stop getting full marks. It was getting on my nerve.

"I know about the others though. Purposefully putting a rubbish answer just so you could get not more than the minimum for an A plus, huh?" She said knowingly. I smiled at her. She knew huh?

When I walked out and back to class everyone was staring at me again and conjuring more lies about me. Sometimes I don't get why.

Then something pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey! Hey you there! Girl!" I turned around and pushed my finger into this dumbass' chest.

"Don't you ever call me that," I seethed. I don't know okay the name just irked me. I looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring amusedly back at me with his hands up.

He smirked and leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I heard everything,"