Sweetened Facade

Chapter One

*~* this story is undergoing serious editing atm so if you come across it mid-edit im so sorry

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I sat down in the brick red chair. Great, this dump of a school. I've only been here for a total of three months and everything seems to have stayed the same. I ignore everyone and avoid human contact as much as I can. My reputation has been tainted for a long time and I didn't see the point in trying to change anything after moving to a new school. Instead of conforming to the highschool cliques, I decided to build a mysterious identity around myself. 

Caitlin Dunn and her herd of sheep walked into the room. Once again, they all stared at me with disgust. Today Kaitlin wore a black mini pencil skirt with a white blouse and Gucci high heels. Her blonde hair was pinned up into a bun and her blouse was unbuttoned unpleasantly low. She had her pets carry her expensive leopard print bag. And by pets I mean boys. They look ridiculous the way they all drool. Everybody looks up to her. Every guy wants to date her. I however, cannot stand her.

"Move it Tate," she pointed to my black Dock Martins that were resting on her seat.

"Nahh," I replied with a smirk.

"Ria Tate is SO rude!" whined Julie Carter.

And instantly a murmur starts. "I ain't movin' an inch," I told them.

I knew the real reason why she wanted to take my seat was because of the guy who I sat beside. And to get on my nerves.

"Ugh you are such a weirdo Tate. No one likes you!" Wrong, someone does. I flicked my dead, red hair out of my face and they instantly stomped off.

My outfit today was pretty put together. I had my eyebrow and tongue piercings in and I also was wearing some chains around my neck. I had all my bracelets on, including the one from the most special person on this planet. I wore fish net tights, my denim cut-off shorts, a short sleeved leather jacket and a black and white Arctic Monkeys top. Even though the dress code was pretty strict, no one ever actually complied with the rules.

Mr Blirt walked in with his brown briefcase. He was wearing a suit and had a purple shirt. English was quite boring, apart from the occasional flicking of crumpled paper. I sat at the back corner closest to the window, right next to Dylan O'Grady. He was quiet and shy, probably scared off by all the rumours he'd heard about me. Assigned seats are annoying but when it irritates Caitlin that she can't sit next to a guy and get his attention, it gives a me a slight sense of pleasure to deny her demands. 

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Class flew by quickly and I rushed to the hallway to get to my locker. This place would be hectic in a matter of minutes and I needed to be quick. 

Although I kept up with the careless and rebel identity, I still cared about my grades. I never found school work hard and I only did minimal study every so often. Of course the teachers were annoyed that I ignored all their classes, assignments and homework but I still kept up. School only became unbearable once everything started to go downhill and there was nothing I could do. I got in with the wrong crowd once and now I was an outcast for life. Quickly pulling out a couple of books, I slammed the door shut, only to be met by an irritating face. 

"What's your deal with Dylan?" Caitlin snarled at me. She was alone this time.

"What's your problem?" I snapped back at her. She stepped closer and I caught a waft of men's perfume off her collar. "Oh, I see."

"If you don't back off, I'll have to take my measures." With a loud hmmf  she flicked her hair and pushed passed me. 

I really didn't care about anyone in this school, why was she getting so defensive?