A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 1

Selena's POV

I woke up and groaned when I remembered what day it was. Monday. Fuck my life. Let alone Mondays suck but today was an extra sucky, unusual Monday.

Today was the first day in my new school, since I well... Let's just fucked up in my old one. My parents, after yelling and screaming at me first, which I couldn't care less about, sent me to this school, hoping my behavior would change which of course was not going to happen.

They are never in the picture, always working and busy fucking everything that walked on earth. Yeah, I knew that they both cheated and that their marriage was broken but they didn't divorce because I was still too young, at least that's what they thought.

I didn't really bother me since I was raised by always changing nannies. Raised is the wrong word, more like 'just doing the most necessary things to keep me from dying'. You could say that this kinda fucked me up and I got on the wrong road.

I never had really good friends besides Miley, whose life is sort of like mine but she lives quite far away from me and we just texted and talked on the phone. She's like the sister I've never had but always wanted to have.

We tell each other everything and went through so much shit together, that she is the only person I trust in this fucked up world. Slowly getting out of bed, I strolled into my bathroom and got under the shower, getting ready for the day even though I would have preferred to stay at home.

Just the thought of a new school with probably a lot of stuck up kids and teachers made me wanna barf. I'm usually a good student, I catch on very quickly, so studying is never too hard for me. So that was the least of my worries.

Letting the hot water steam relax my muscles, I hoped that this at least had some hot guys to play with.

Usually I'm kinda the player type, not letting anyone get to close to my personal business. Play with them and then drop them as soon as I laid eyes upon another one. Some may say now that's cold-hearted and I would just shrug my shoulders, not giving a slight fuck.

Getting out of the shower, I dried myself up before slipping into skinny jeans and simple white tank. Never been one for fashion, never will be. I have my own style who not everyone liked but I felt comfortable in it and I still know how to get what I want, with looks or without it.

I let my dark long hair just fall down naturally and applied a bit of make up to cover up any flaws, mascara on my lashes and coated my lips in a bloody red color. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smirked at the reflection.

I knew that I was good looking, the insecurity stuff that most girls in my age go through never crossed me. I worked hard that this body looks like that and I'm fucking proud of the outcome.

Causally slipping on a black leather jacket and my favorite, a bit worn out boots and slipping my phone in my pocket of the jeans, I grabbed my bag and went straight out the house which others would consider luxury but I was so used to it that I didn't notice it, skipping breakfast since I felt more like throwing up than eating.

On my way out, I grabbed the keys to my bike and locked the door afterwards. Walking into my garage, I saw my black and red beauty standing there, silently calling for me to ride it. Smiling to myself, I grabbed a black helmet, put my bag away and put the helmet on, after securing my hair in a loose bun.

Putting the key in the injection and bringing the engine to life, I slowly rolled out of the garage and closed it behind me. After quickly checking left and right, I sped off. How much I loved the feeling of freedom while riding my bike. I really enjoyed the drive to school.