Cold Hearted

Chapter One

Nadine

A week earlier

I closed my locker after grabbing my textbooks for my geography class.

Geography

A subject I hated. It just seemed so boring to me, the only thing I liked about the class was Mrs.Martin. She was entertaining, mainly because she would get easily offended whenever someone insults soil.

A smile made its way onto my face when I recalled the time she almost gave Emmanuela detention for commenting on soil.

"It's just dirt" Emmanuela grumbled.

"How can you say such a thing, soil is beautiful!!" Mrs . Martin exclaimed.

"Earth to Nadine?" I heard someone say.

Snapping out of my daze I turned to see both Aimee's and Emmanuela standing behind me.

"Hey you guys" I greeted them.

"Hey girl, you ready for geography" Emmanuela said sarcastically.

I let out a small laugh.

"You guys think you're unlucky? Try Mr. Allen" Aimee groaned.

I cringed.

Mr. Allen was a bit of a looney.

"He's not that bad" I said.

They both turned towards me and looked at me like I had two heads.

"Not that bad! I saw him talking to the vending machine this morning, he was having a proper conversation with it" Aimee whisper yelled.

Okay maybe he was more then just a looney.

The sound of the bell told us that class was about to start.

"I'll see you guys in French" Aimee said.

Nodding our heads both Emmanuela and I said goodbye to Aimee, before turning down the hall to go to the geography room.

"Anything new happen to you over the weekend?" I asked Emmanuela.

"Besides my crazy grandma coming over, no nothing new happened" she said, as we entered the classroom.

"So how's Oliver" I laughed, taking a seat near the window.

I watched Emmanuela let out a grumble at the mention of his name.

"Don't get me started on that French boy" she groaned.

"C'mon Emma, what'd he do now? I thought you guys were back together again" I said.

"We are its just he's acting like a little bitch and it's getting on my nerves" she pouted.

"Good morning my little flowers and thorns" Mrs.Martin greeted, she specifically directed the thorn part towards Emmanuela who just rolled her eyes.

"Why am I doing this class again?" She groaned.

After a long torturous class of geography, Emmanuela and I met up with Aimee outside of room thirty for our French class.

"How was Biology Aimee?" I asked.

"It was amazing, Mr Allen didn't show up so we got a sub teacher instead" she giggled.

I raised a questioning eyebrow towards Aimee.

"Who was your sub?" Emmanuela asked.

"Mr . Harris" Aimee said dreamily.