Counting Stars (GirlxGirl / Lesbian)

Misfits

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Chapter One:

Misfits.

Alex's P.O.V.

Slamming the door shut, it caused everyone in the classroom to look my way. But did I actually give a fuck? No. I stomped my way to the back of the room. I’m sure my black leather boots made more stomping noises as I walked to my usual seat in the back. After sitting down, I pulled my ear buds out and turned off the song blasting in my ears. ‘I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin’ it was a pretty good song, and my favorite playlist consisted of music from a similar type of genre.

Everyone, including the teacher, stared at me. In the front of the room there was a petite girl, looking down at her feet. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this girl before, but as soon as I laid my eyes on her it was hard to peel them off. She was beautiful. Her dark brown hair curled around her face. Fair white skin, no scars visible to my eyes. And her chocolate brown eyes traced the ground only leading to meet my own eyes. Shit. My cheeks heated up, and I quickly looked away. Hopefully she didn’t notice my blush. Tell me she didn’t. I’m not the type to blush. It’s just not me.

“Miss Jackson next time you’re late, I’m giving you detention.” Mr. Hartley told me, breaking through my thoughts, bringing my eyes back to the front of the room. “You’re lucky I’m just making you do this one thing, since you're so lazy.”

I’m proud to be told that I'm lazy, because it’s true. I leaned back, stretching and placing my arms behind my head. “Whatev-“  Wait. What? What in the hell am I doing?

Before I knew it or could object, the petite brunette walked over to me – nearly tripping on her way. She’s clumsy? How cute. Her wide brown eyes meet mine, and suddenly it’s hard for me to breathe. I’m not normally like this, is it because she’s so adorable? I notice her pale cheeks turn to rosy-red. Oh my God, that’s cute too.

“U-umm… I’m T-Tessa.” The girl stumbled with her words, and as she did I noticed a light hint of a British accent.

Okaaaay, so her name is Tessa? Why’d she tell me? “What do you want?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Mr. Hartley.” The girl twiddled her thumbs as she fretted; and suddenly she was staring at her feet again. Was there something interesting about her shoes? I mean really, this is getting rediculous “He, uh, sent me over here.”

Glancing down at the girl’s shoes, I noticed they were pink converse. Of course she would have something so girly. “Why?” I looked up to see her to only catch her looking right back at me.

“H-he wants m-you to show me around.” Her voice sounded weak in her little British accent, and as if she had no – or very little – social skills. But hey who am I to complain? It added to her cuteness. I’m glad she’s not vulgar looking-trying to act cute like, Alley Jensen. Because Alley thinks she’s cute because she acts it. Alley is definitely not cute. At all.

“Okay.” I sighed heavily. “Shouldn’t I show you around after homeroom though?” Glancing now to Mr. Hartley whose eyes were directly on us, along with the rest of the entire class. Can’t be skipping class, now can we? I smirked to myself.

“Miss Jackson, I told you to show Miss Summers around now.” The short man I had for a teacher sounded quite angry.

I really hated Mr. Hartley; he wasn’t very nice to me. But that was about the same with every teacher, except maybe my art and gym teachers. Mr. Collins and Mrs. Butler were just really sweet, pretty much all the time. They were always so considerate. And, it wasn’t like I was good at art, because I am actually quite horrid at it. Now gym? I’m sure Mrs. Butler only likes me so she can try to recruit me for some sport or something.