*Noah's pov*
"Mr.Sykovich, would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" He asked. If all my teachers are like this, I'm screwed.
"No, not really," I replied. That got me a few snickers. I looked over at the girl with blue hair. She was scowling at a piece of paper. I've yet to see her smile but her scowl could kill a man. Suddenly I felt something kicking my chair. I turned around to see the boy that was harassing her earlier. It seems that he is immune to her scowls.
"What do you want?" I hissed. I literally just met this guy and he already ticked me off.
"Stop staring at my girl man,". He answered.
"From the look of it she cant stand you,". I mean she dissed him in front of all of us.
"Listen dude, you seem like a chill guy, but if you don't shut the hell up, I will turn your face into a Pablo Picasso painting,". Ooh so scary. A girl chimed in.
"It already is, because its a work of art,". I laughed which just pissed off this dude even more.
"If you think his face is a work of art, you need glasses, my face is the work of art here. speaking of which...,". Wow he is really full of himself. I smirked and plugged my headphones in. Bye bye world.
*Isabels Pov*
I felt the paper hit my feet and bent over to pick it up. I slammed it onto my desk and began to read what it said. Something I'm sure I'll later regret. I scowled at the words that were messily scrawled across the page.
Hey babe, So listen I think we should go get see a movie maybe hang out some this weekend...What do you say?
I turned around and Jackson smiled at me. I smiled...and flashed him my middle finger! Hah that will wipe the smile off his face. He is not that bad once you get to know him. But there is no getting past his arrogant cockiness. I glanced back at Noah and catch him staring at me. I glare at him and he looks away. Yeah thats what I thought.
*
I walked into my 3rd period choir and grabbed my folder.
"Isabel, Please come up here I need to talk to you," Fuck. Mr. Green never pulls anyone aside unless its bad. We walked into his office and who else was sitting there? You guessed it America! Mister Noah Sykovich. God he's fucking everywhere.
"I want you and Noah here to sing the solos for smooth criminal," FUCK!
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Belle âme
Romance"I don't need to be saved, I'm not some damsel in distress," I was almost telling the truth. "I never said you needed to be saved,". I wish he would just give up. He's got it in his head that someone is trying to hurt me. But he doesn't realize the...
