Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter One

( A/n: New book type thingy! Woo, vote and comment!)
(Jamie's POV)
It's session two at school, Science. I sit next to people who couldn't care less about school. I think school is amazing, my grades are high, because I work hard. These people do nothing to help their education then moan when they get bad grades, silly.
It's finally the end of the session. It's currently break time, I hate break. I'm always on my own, I have to walk through school all on my own because I have no friends. There is no nice way to put it, I have no friends, at all.
I like to think that they're all jealous but there has to come a time where I admit to myself that none of that is true. They don't like me because I'm a nerd, because I spend all of my time trying to get the highest possible grade.
I find a bench on campus and take a seat. Everyone is off doing their thing with their 'cliques', I on the other hand don't have one of these 'cliques'. I pull out my science revision book and start to read through it.
"Excuse me?" I heard a deep voice say from above me. I dropped my book in anger. I was really getting into that, I've learned a lot over the past ten minutes.
"You are?" I ask squinting my eyes at the small boy who still towered above me.
"Michael." He states. "I was wondering if you have a lighter, I lost mine and I'm going of campus for a bit." He tried to explain. I'm offended by the fact that he thinks I'm a smoker.
"Do I look like I smoke?" I spit, I hate smoking. It's a pet peeve, I'm so anti smoking. It's disgusting, it's completely unattractive, also, a waste of money if you ask me.
"Jesus, calm down." He said raising his hands in defence. He can't tell me what to do, stupid boy. I'm trying to revise here, I'm trying to revise to do well in school.
"Don't tell me what to do, Mr. Smoker." I try to insult him, but it failed terribly. Calling him 'Mr.Smoker' probably didn't affect him in the slightest way possible.
"Sorry, Mrs.Freak." He turns his nose up at me. Mrs Freak, is he serious. I'm not a freak, far from one if I'm perfectly honest. How date he label me as a freak, at least I'm smart and intelligent, he, he, just smokes. I got the grade A* in Science, he is probably terrible at Science and I'm the freak.
"Freak?" I laugh bitterly. "I'm not a freak, I'm a smart young girl who has a lot going for herself." I shrug, that sounded incredibly vein but if I'm honest, I'm a vein person nothing different.
"Sorry, you're not a freak. I'm gonna call you little miss perfect." He laughs, I don't find his joke funny. The worst joke or insult I've ever heard to be precise, how dare he call me a freak and then go on to insult me again by calling me little miss perfect.
"I'm closer to perfect then you'll ever be." I mention. I think it is true, I'm closer to perfect then Mr.Smoker is over here. I would love for him to leave me in peace, does he not understand that I don't have a lighter. I never will, I'll never own one. I'm never going to be a smoker, I'm offended by his assumption of me being a smoker.
"I don't want to be perfect, I don't long to be perfect, I'm not you." He smirked, oh my god, his smirk is evil. "I don't want to be you, you're to much of a good girl, I hate that." He said still smirking. Oh, this boy is starting to get on my nerves. I don't care, if he doesn't want to be me. I don't want him to be me.
"Please leave me alone, I don't own lighter." I reply looking down at science revision book. He laughed, at me, not with me. I'm so annoyed why does he feel the need to ruin my learning environment.
"I'm going princess." He winked. Don't call me princess, you don't even know me! Urg, this boy has really got to me. His first impression wasn't a good one I'll tell you that!
"You don't know my name, stupid." I snap, I sound terribly rude right now and if my mother heard me she'd be mortified but, he deserves everything coming to him! I don't really want him to know my name, but I feel like I should tell him anyway!
"Go on princess, tell me ya name." He smirked slamming his hands on the table. There was no need to slam his hands I guess he likes to make a dramatic effect, he'd definitely get an A* in Drama.
"My name is Jamie, if you have to know." I said in a snappy tone. I turn my attention back to my revision book. I don't have science again today but I guess it is always better to be prepared.
"That's a boys name." He snickered. How dare he make fun of me, and my name!? He doesn't even know who I am, he could of made a bit of a better first impression. If he did make a good first impression, maybe we could be friends and I could be civil towards the rebellious boy.
"And what would your name be?" I snap. I seem to snap a lot at this boy, he has really got to me. God knows why. Usually I wouldn't pay attention to the rude boy standing in front of me but he intrigued me.
"Thats for me to know and you to find out!" He winked. Ew, don't wink at me you disgust me. "I've only just moved here, there's a bit of a hint for ya princess." He stated before climbing of the bench. He made his way to the building in front of us.
"Don't call me princess again!" I shout trying to make myself sound as annoyed as I could. I couldn't I wasn't an angry person, most of the time. If you catch me on a bad day, god help you.
Time for Physical Education, for short PE. Worst subject ever, I guess you could class me as a bit of a typical girl. I don't like sport, I'm into fashion. You wouldn't be able to tell that I'm into fashion because I don't show it! If you're wondering why it is purely because I'm not going to walk around in skimpy clothes that show of half of my body and make me look naked.
I make my way through the changing rooms and find a space to hang up my bag and begin getting changed.
"Hello, curly." A girl from behind me laughs. I turn around wanting to know who is picking on me this time. Well, if it wasn't the one and only Jesse.
"What Jesse." I said crossing my arms across my chest. If I'm absolutely honest, I'm fed up with her picking at me. She knows that I hate being called curly, I really do hate it.
"Nice mark." She pointed to my scar on my neck, the biggest insecurity I have. I've had this scar ever since I was 14, something happened in my old school which caused me to move.
"Leave me alone, for once." I mumbled. She let out a loud evil, laugh. I shivered, I hated her laugh.
In PE we have to have our hair tied back so nothing is in our face. My scar is visible then ever, no one really asks about it but I can feel them staring. I know they stare. I usually try and cover it up with my long dark brown hair but, it's usually visible.
"Hello, princess." I felt an arm snake around my waist. I slapped it of my waist knowing exactly who it was.
"Feisty." He teased, I had to laugh a little bit. Only a little bit, it wasn't even that funny!
"Leave me alone, you'll only get picked on to." I state, it's true whenever someone try's to be my friend Jesse picks on them to. I don't want to be friends with a smoker, he is probably a drug dealer to.
"Who picks on you?" He asked looking into my eyes. God, his eyes were nice- I mean ew, hell no, ew.
"Her." I whispered as Jesse walked in her hot pants down the track. I saw him staring at her, no doubt he was looking at her bum but, still I don't care. I don't like him."She's coming towards us." I try and whisper.
"Slag." He pretend coughs as she walks past. I couldn't help but not giggle, I hate this boy but at the same time I love him for saying that. No, I hate him but respect him for saying that.
The lesson went pretty quick, admittedly I kept getting stares from Jesse and her little posy but nothing new, aye? I'm currently in the changing rooms changing out of the god awful kit.
As I was finished I walked out but all of the sudden my head hit the coat pegs and my back connected with the wall.
(a/n: first chapter and a long one, enjoy yay. X)