Chapter 3: Hello luv

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Zach(Luv guy)-->

I woke up with a thud, literally. I groaned when I fell on the floor, got up and decided I was going to yell at the floor.
"Was that necessary to wake me up like that ya son of a bitch? That fockin heart ya mother Focker!" I said and then began laughing like an idiot when I realised I was yelling at the floor for waking me up.
"Tori get your ass out of-" My brother began walking into my room he stopped and frowned when he saw me. "What the fock are ya doing up? Are ya sick?" He asked and I laughed.
"Ye Dan, 'cause when I'm sick imma totally get up." I said rolling my eyes at his stupidity.
"Good point, then why ya up? And do ya know where mum went?" He asked and I looked up at him with a frown.
"I don't know Dan, let me check her tracker I put in." I said dryly and he laughed.
"Alright, I'm sure she went to werk erly, now get redy I'll mek us breakfast." He said, but his accent was over done and he sounded like my mother.
"What's up with the accent?" I asked trying to suppress a laugh.
"I thought I should sound like mum...no? No. Ok." He said and I laughed as he walked out my room and closed the door.
School. I thought to myself as I shook my head, glared at the floor one last time and walked into the shower muttering how crazy I was in the morning. I washed myself and decided to wear my black jeans, white jersey thing and sneakers to go with it.  I decided to put my black hair into a side plait, and wore a gold feather necklace with it. I looked in the mirror, smiled and grabbed my bag that had all my essentials in it, such as my phone and earphones, that's it.
I walked downstairs and saw that Dan was wearing a white v-neck with denim jeans and a jacket that had its sleeves rolled up.
"Ooooh pancakes." I said as soon as he laid two chocolate pancakes in front of me along with a cup of coffee. I know it might seem like my brother does all the work but he doesn't, I cook for him in the evenings because I'm not a morning person.
"Your favourite today, but this is not your meal everyday so don't get used to it." He said and I smiled sweetly at him.
"Thanks Danny." I said and he chuckled nodding at me while he drank his coffee and I ate my breakfast. Dan is a year older than me and unfortunately I know I won't have any subjects with him.

Looking up at the big school infront of me I almost scoffed when I saw the divide in the people. Skaters kept to themselves by the railing, smoking some shit infront of a graffitied wall. The nerds all had there books and cardigans talking to each other about math I suppose. The jocks were surrounded by cheerleaders touching their arms and giggling as they bumped their chests shouting "Yeah man" as they did so and then there were the notorious had boys. Honestly I thought they looked really stupid in their leather jackets and bad boy clothes, I mean it was as if they shopped at bad boys are us. They also looked as if they came out of a newer age Grease. As my eyes raked the cliché school my eyes landed on one person in particular.
"Oh no." I said as I huffed. Dan looked at me with a weird look then looked at the same direction as me and burst out laughing.
"Why hello luv." Pommy said. I scowled at him as he smirked.
"Don't call me luv." I said and she smirked even more.
"Alright Leprechaun." He said and I groaned.
"Not that either, Pommy." I said and he had a naughty look In his eyes that confused me.
"Awwwe luv already coming up.with nicknames." He cooed and I scowled at him.
"Whatever, I'm going to be late for class and ya makin it really hard for me not ta punch ya in your face." I said, my accent is always stringer when I'm getting angry, it's weird but oh well.
"Whoa your accent is thick when you get mad, Leprechaun." He said and Dan touched my arm, trying to cal me down and I saw.something flick in Pommys eyes.
"Let's go Ri." There was only one person who was allowed to call me Ri and that is Dan.
"Yeah, let's go." I said and walked into the school building.
"Pommy? Really?" He said with a sly look on his face.
"Shut up Dan it's the first thing I could think of when I saw him and his accent." I said defending myself.
"Ok I'm not judging." He said with a smile. "Where do you go first, Ri?" He asked and I looked at my timetable and smiled.
"Art." I said. Art is my favourite subject and I can draw pretty well, if I can say so myself.
"I have history, I'll meet you at the cafeteria at lunch ok? Please Ri, don't cause any trouble." He said and I smiled an innocent smile.
"I would never." I said and he shook his head laughing softly.
"Have a good time ok?" He said and I nodded.
I was walking to my art class early so that I could find my way on my own before the bell rang and so I could introduce myself to the teacher.
After a two minute walk I found the art class and I still had three more minutes to spare so I walked in and introduced myself to the teacher.
"Hi, Miss, my name is Victoria Evans and I am new here?" I said sounding more like a question. She looked up from her papers and smiled widely at me.
"Hello dear!" She said happily and I let go of a breath I never knew I was holding. God things stressful.
"Good morning Miss Green- " a very familiar voice said and I inwardly groaned. "Why hello Leprechaun." He said as soon as he realised my presence.
"Oh you two know each other?" Miss Green asked raising her eyebrow and a smile creeping onto her lips.
"Oh no!" I said at the same as Cock head decided to say, "Yes we are great friends, maybe even more..." He said winking at me as I scowled at him.
"That was too much information Zach, but I'm glad that you have a friend on your first day here." Miss Green said and Cock head smirked at me.
"He's not my friend I don't even-" I began but he cut me off.
"Don't be shy luv. She's just shy." He said and he put his arm around my shoulders. I shrugged it off and turned to him.
"Do you have no filter ya cock sucking dick?" I hissed to him so only he would hear.
"You can suck mine...and no I dont." He said and I groaned. This is going to be a very long day.

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