I sigh in defeat as I stare hopelessly at locker 207. Why won't this stupid thing open?! Grunting in frustration, i punch my locker, hissing as the pain travels up my hand. "Oh for fuck sake!" I whisper loudly.
There was a chuckle behind me, whipping around I come face to face with the person I was hoping to avoid today. So much for that plan. "So she swears" he says amused.
"Yeah so what?" I replied grumpily. I wince as another bolt of pain spikes through my hand. He looks down at it but says nothing, just raising his perfectly defined eyebrow.
"I just didn't think you were the type of girl to do that." He states, shrugging as he shoves his hands in his dark blue jeans making his defined arms show through his well-fitted shirt.
I try not to stare as i turn back to my locker. It didn't help the fact that he looks like a greed god. "Well then what type of girl am I?" I reply as i try to unlock my locker once again. Ignoring the urge to get lost in those pretty green eyes.
I suddenly feel the heat radiating off someones body against mine "I still haven't figured that out yet." I feel him whisper to me, sending shivers throughout my whole body. He brought his hand around my body towards the locker and simply pulled up the lever that I was so smart to ignore. My locker opens and before i could turn around to thank him, he's gone and down the hall.
I bring my finger to the ear that he had just whispered in, tucking my hair behind it. I still have goosebumps from when he did that. What was this boy doing to me? I shake my head, ignoring the warm sensation I felt when he was so close to me and I turn my attention back to my locker to put my heavy textbooks in. Looking at my time table sheet, I see that I have art first.
I smile happily as i make my way towards the room 405 in the art department. The bell rings as I take a seat signalling that class was just about to start.
"Good Morning students, today we will be focusing on painting and how artists can reflect their emotions onto a canvas. So i would like you all to paint any emotion you have felt or are feeling right now." Mrs Finley said as she took a seat and watch as the class scatter around collecting paint and putting on aprons. "You will have three lessons to do so as you will be graded so don't take this time for granted and do your best."
I stand and head over to the racks to take an apron when the sight of a familiar head of messy blonde hair catches my eyes. "Noah?" I ask as he makes his way towards me.
"Hey Scarlet, I thought it was you! I just didn't want to say anything just incase it wasn't" he admits as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "After all, you did leave the diner pretty quickly" There was a difference in him that I didn't see in the other guys. He was more easy going and happy. His carefree personality would make of a really good friend.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that" I reply as we both tie our aprons on and head towards two blank canvases sitting right next to each other. "I realised I needed to unpack everything so I had to run. I had no idea you were into art though" I add trying to change the subject.
"Oh no I don't like it" he says laughing as he shakes his head. "There are a lot of cute girls here though. I definitely like that" he says as he looks towards a group of girls and winks their way. I hear a chorus of giggles and whispers as he looks back at me with a smug grin.
I raise a pointed eyebrow at his his expression "so your telling me you only do art for the girls here?" I ask incredulously.
"Yup" he says popping the 'p'. "Also because it's a pretty easy subject." He adds.
I roll my eyes and offer a small smile as i try to think of what to paint. What kind of emotions should I show? Then it hit me. My hand begins gliding along the rough white canvas, creating a portrait of hidden emotions.
After art class, maths was next. That class flew by in a blur, at least Emily was there. We were both making our way towards the cafeteria but after taking a sharp right at the corner, I managed to bump into someone.
"Ugh watch where your going!" The girl I bumped into screeched. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and a whole layer of icing on her caked up face. She looked at me in disgust after she managed to stand up in her 5 inch stilettos.
"Back off Jessica." Emily growls as she helps me up. They obviously weren't friends. "You okay Scarlet?" She asks taking a look at me.
"I'm fine" I reply hearing a scoff right after. "Yeah well I'm not. I could have been injured!" She says over exaggerating.
Before I can even think about it, the words just flew out of my mouth "Uhm, did anyone even ask you?" I state blankly. As soon as I said it I wanted to take it back until a chorus of laughs behind me was heard. I look back noticing Noah, Jordan and Tate had caught up with Emily and I. I was surprised to see Jordan offer a small smirk my way and a nod of acknowledgement.
The girl known as Jessica flushed in embarrassment and pointed her long red manicured nails in my face "Listen here bitch, you don't know who you dealing wit-" she was cut off as Tate put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back a little so he was in front.
"Quit your bitching Jess, shes with me." He states as she looks at him with utter shock and disbelief. "From now on, you leave her alone." He states with a voice no one could disagree with. As we leave to walk in the cafeteria, I could still see the look on her face. To be honest, it was priceless.
I sit down at a table with the four of them and turn my head to face Emily. "What was her deal?" I ask curiously.
"That was Jessica. Queen bitch" Noah replies, beating Emily to it "and ex-best friend" she adds in.
I make an 'o' shape with my mouth and nod in understanding as I see her walk in with her group of followers, glaring my way. "Well I take it she absolutely hates me" I say with a roll of my eyes.
I hear Emily scoff "Yeah well the fact that you got Tate to tell her off for you, is probably what set her off" she states as i look at her confused. "It's a really long story" she explains after Tate gives her a warning look.
"Great. Thanks a lot Tate." I sarcastically say with a playful roll of my eyes. "Thanks to you, Malibu barbie officially hates me"
"Anytime babe." He replies with a wink. In return I throw a french fri at his face, only for him to catch it in his mouth. I pout as I realise I wasted my food. That could have been in my stomach not his. I didn't even hit him! I sigh and think about how long this day is going to be. First day and I already had someone wanting my head on a stick and an infamous human being called Tate getting on my nerves. From what I heard throughout the day, Tate is known to have a reputation at Southridge High as the schools bad boy. I know that I would have to steer clear from him. He isn't good for me.
Stuffing my face with my food, I came to a realisation that this school is undeniably a total cliché.
Authors Note: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I have updated but here is the newest chapter! I will try to update more frequently I promise! Don't forget to Vote, Comment and share the story!
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