A bad boy, a bad girl, and a gun

First day

I woke up before Cyril so I quickly picked out my outfit and grabbed everything I needed before running into the bathroom.

I quickly took a shower and by the time I finished blow drying my hair, Cyril began knocking on the door like his life depended on it.

"Hold up, I'm almost done," I said as I did my make up.

"Hurry up, I don't have all day!" Cyril yelled and I rolled my eyes. I put on my favorite, black, ripped jeans. A green tank top and one of my many leather jackets.

"Done. See you in first period," I said with a smirk and a wink and I was gone.

First period wasn't hard to find. The class was written in bold letters on the front of the door and there were maps everywhere. A spell casting class.

The moment I walked in, the half filled class shut up and stared at me. The teacher cleared his throat. "Class this is Lacey Martyn, be kind to her," he said and gave all the boys a glare. "Would someone like to help her out?" And I kid you not, every single hand rose. But luckily for me, note the sarcasm, Cyril walked in and the teacher pointed to him. "Cyril, why don't you help Lacey out with magic since she's new?" He said and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Fine."

I walked back to find a seat and Cyril followed. I was stopped by someone grabbing my forearm. "What?" I asked in an angry tone but smiled when I realized who it was. "Evan? What are you doing here?"

Evan just smirked and stood up from his seat so we could sit next to each other in the back. Evan's one of the bad boys I was friends with at my old school, and he's here. That's a relief.

"Does it bother you? All the guys here stare at you," Evan whispered to me as Cyril took a seat on the other side of me.

"Nah, you know me. I don't give a damn about anything," I said and Evan rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Would everybody take out their wands and take the textbook out of your desk?" I took the wand I was recently given out of my bag and the textbook out of the desk like everyone else. "My name is Mr. Churchil and today we will be practicing the advo spell. A summoning charm. Try to summon your pen or pencil to your hand."

The room was soon filled with the voices of just about everyone saying "advo." Over and over again. My voice included. Pencils were flying everywhere and they nearly took some kids eyes out. I caught mine within the last five minutes of class. Which I say is pretty impressive sense I don't have much experience and only about half of the class even caught them. Yeah, a third of them caught the pencils the first one, like Cyril, but I think I did pretty good.

The next three periods weren't as fun, just a bunch of reading about spells, potions, and magical history. I want to do the spells and make the potions, not read about them.

I sighed as I walked out of the boring classroom but smiled when I saw Evan. But I was yanked backwards before I could get to him and crashed into someone's chest.

"Hey baby doll. Wanna join me back in my dorm?" He asked I moved my hands to push him off of me but I was pulled away by Cyril.

"Leave her alone, would you?" He practically growled and the boy rose his hands in surrender and walked away.

"I could've done that myself," I said pushing Cyril off me.

"Sure you could have," he rolled his eyes. "How do you know that boy from first period anyways?"

"Evan? We were friends in my old school. This explains why he left randomly." I shrugged. "Why?"

"Just wondering," he said but when we arrived at lunch, he sat between Evan and I, acting like a barrier. Boys are stupid.

"Did you find any new ring yet?" Evan asked as he moved to my other side.

"Nope. I tried a place last night but the men were weak and took me as a joke. I had to flirt my way into a fight, I beat him within the first five minutes," I said. Annoyed.

"Fight?" Cyril asked. Honestly, I don't know why he acts this way. Like he wants to protect me or something. Being friends doesn't make sense, Evan doesn't give a fuck if I fight or flirt with boys and we are friends. Acting like a brother figure doesn't make sense either. I don't have a brother but my dad never tried to protect me. He did the opposite. My parents are the reason I fight and carry a knife everywhere I go. In case they attack, or one of their gang members. Which leaves loving me. That makes the least sense out of all the options. No boy has ever tried to protect me, they just want to kiss me, or get me in their bed or something. I don't know what's wrong with him.

"Yeah, I used to get into street fights before I came here." I said, quirking a confused eyebrow at him.

"You can't do that, it's dangerous," he said.

"I'm more dangerous. I can fight, I'm not helpless." I said. Maybe I should've told him about the street fights. He'll probably go tell a teacher or stop me from leaving the dorm at night.

"You're not going to anymore street fights."

"I don't give a damn what you say."