Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 8

When Ramsey told me, I was going to attend school, I had a picture in my head, of a tall pale building, with students running around and shouting aimlessly at each other, playing, talking, popular bitches with plastic blonde hair, and bad boys with hot tattoos.

What I certainly did not imagine it to be, was a fancy private school, with a lot of uniformed boys and girls, quietly chattering as aristocrats would do, in the 1800'. As we entered the long, shiny white hall, my breath stuck in my throat, but not in that good way. I was amazed of course, but more likely I knew immediately, that I won't fit in here. These people were angels, with nice voices, and gentle opinions. 

I was a... A whatever, but not that for sure.

"Nervous?" I heard him gently mocking me. I felt small next to him, and I realized soon enough, that he isn't so different from these people at first sight. Girls were chuckling around us, as we made our way to the principal's office, obviously flattered by Ramsey's presence.

"This is a terrible idea." I said once again, what I was repeating for a long while now.

"It'll be alright dear. Now, come on." he knocked on the door, and we got an answer soon after. As we entered the office, I tried to gain back my comfort, by playing with my hair, as a normal nervous girl would do. 

A pale, middle-aged man greeted us, smiling from across his wood table. A principal stereotype, with missing hair on the top of his head, and small glasses on sitting on his nose.

"You must be Angelina." he stated with a kind expression on his face. I glanced at Ramsey because of the fake name. I already knew I won't be able to listen to it.

"Yes... That's me. Totally, 100% Angelina here." I smiled, but my sarcasm would be only understandable for the man next to me. 

The principal quietly laughed at my answer, altho I'm quite sure he had no idea why Ramsey is grinning.

"My name is Mr.Floreson. It's a pleasure to meet you in person Mr.Ramsey." he continued calmly, drifting from mine to Eric's face "I've already decided to accept dear Angelina into the school, but I thought it's better if I inform you about the rules right here, to avoid confusion." 

When I heard the word 'rules', I frowned. I have enough now, that I live with a freak, I didn't need anymore. 

"Angelina sometimes has a hard time... Cooperating with people, and strict atmospheres." Ramsey's words sounded ever so gentle, and diplomatic, that I almost laughed. Trying to control myself I bit my bottom lips, forming an innocent grin onto my face. 

"Although I'll make sure, she won't misbehave here." he added, and it gave me the shivers, the way that sentence rolled off his tongue just somehow sounded like a threat. I swallowed, forcing a smile on my face. 

"Yeah right. I'll be a total angel... Can we go?" I sighed deeply, making the principal flinch at my attitude. He's gotta get used to it, because if any of them thinks I will walk around and chit-chat with these soft bitches, then they've got the wrong girl. 

"Let Mr. Floreson explain the rules, Angelina." Ramsey demanded me quite calmly. I looked back on my new principal boredom painted on my face, waiting for him to start. 

"So only a few things; First of all, dark nail paints or bold lipsticks are not allowed. You may only come to school in your uniform, and you shall keep it clean." I felt like yawning, but maybe it would've been too rude "Also, obscenity in school is banned." he added calmly. 

"So I can't have sex here?" I asked as if I really wanted to know the answer. Both Ramsey and Mr. Floreson choked on their breath, coughing a few times afterward. 

"No... No Angelina, you can't." he answered a little bit overwhelmed.

"Annnd... Like does sex only count when I actually fuck someone or oral is banned as well?" I continued with an innocent a curious expression. Both men in the room froze, not really knowing what to answer me. 

"That'll be enough for now. Keep your hands to yourself, Angelina." Ramsey spoke up after a while, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Only my hands?"

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, shooting me a death glare, which shut me up pretty fast... Altho my grin didn't disappear, this was hilarious.

"I supposed, you'll need your uniform before you start tomorrow." he smiled awkwardly, handing me the clothes he just mentioned. I've already seen how it looks on people. A simple blue skirt down to the knees, and a white blouse, with blue blazers, and a tie. What can I say... Blue, blue and blue. 

"Cool. Thank you, sweetheart. Shall we go?" I flashed a plastic smile at him, as he just gaped at the fact that I called him 'sweetheart'. Since none of them stopped me, I turned on my heels and exited the office, with a pleased grin on my face. I didn't really wanna think about what will Ramsey do when we get back to the car, but I really had to communicate to him, that I won't play dolls with him, dressing up into a cute little school girl, and living the life of the rich British chicks. 

That wasn't me and it will never be. 

The sound of heavy footsteps behind me signaled that Ramsey followed me soon after. Everyone was gone from the hallway, I suppose they're classes have started. For the first time, I wasn't so happy about the fact, that no one was around.

"Seriously Amy?" he raised an eyebrow at me, walking by my side. His expression was serious, but I could tell, he is trying really hard not to smirk. 

"What? I was trying to clarify the rules, so I don't break them." I grinned innocently, continuing to make my way out of this place. 

"I don't know if you ever went to school, but you can't ask your principal about oral sex." 

"Well, he came up with his obscenity and shit... How am I to know what's obscene to him?" I rolled my eyes as if I was right to form those questions. But to be honest, I didn't regret a thing. 

"Of course, it's not like I could find anyone in this prüde parade to make out with." I said loudly, but since no one was around, they failed to get offended.

Ramsey shook his head disapprovingly, as we walked out of the building. I guess he started to realize, I'm not gonna make that easy for him.

My thoughts were broke off by his annoyed, yet adorably defeated voice; 

"Wanna get coffee, you bloody porn star?" 

Hi guys! As you can see, I've made a LOTS of changes in the story, and the narrative. Please let me know how you like it, also vote and comment <3

Hi everyone! As you see, or as you can 'smell', the story will take a softer turn. Im not willing to make these incredibly sick characters some high school-romance jokes, so do not worry about that, but indeed i wished to inform ya' all about the less, 18+ or incredibly violent scenes. 

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