in every town, there is a player for every highschool. for brooklyn high, the player is the infamous denis stoff. every girl there has fallen in love with him, except for one. one girl has managed to stay away from him, and that's emily stevens. bei...
The very last year of high school before you are thrown into the real world. Most students at Brooklyn High are stressed and wondering what they'll do with their life.
Not me.
I already know what I want to do with my life. I want to be a tattoo artist. I've had good grades for the past few school years so I can hopefully get a good college or go straight to being a tattoo apprentice.
As long as I can get good grades this final year, I should be good to go. There's nothing to stop me from doing good anyways, so I don't have to worry. My only friends, Angel and Ezzy aren't in any of my classes this year, unfortunately, so I can't get distracted.
What could stop me?
-------------First day of school 🖤
You wanted a war?! You got one, motherfuck-
My alarm went off loudly. Groaning, I glanced at my phone, seeing it read 6:30 am as the time. Ugh, school. I thought to myself as I slid out of my comfy bed. The sun peaked through my black curtains, bringing a bright and warm glow into my room.
Lazily, I got ready for the first day. For my outfit, I decided on a black tank top with a white design on it, black skinny jeans and a red flannel around my waist in case I got cold. I grabbed my beanie as well, to complete it all.
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I brushed my long, wavy dark brown hair, not doing anything special with it. I had my backpack already packed the night before, so all I had to do was grab that and my phone.
Picking up the old bag and my phone, I checked the time. 6:43. I had plenty of time to eat breakfast and watch the morning cartoons. Smiling to myself, I went down the hallway to see my mom and brother already in the living room.
"Hey sweetie. Ready for the first day of school?" My mom asked, looking up from her laptop. She must've eaten already.
"Yep. One last year and I'm finally free from hell!" I joked, making her laugh.
"This sucks! I'm still in hell, Emily, save me!" My brother spoke up, looking at us from the table. He was in 7th grade, unfortunately. My mom laughed at him and told him to eat his breakfast.
"There's bacon and eggs on the table for you, Em. Better eat them before they get cold." My mom told me. I thanked her and went to go eat my breakfast.
---------------Timeskip 🖤
"Emily!" A familiar voice called, with the sound of footsteps. I turned around to see my friend, Angel, running up to me. I watched her run up, panting.
"Hi!" She greeted, smiling. "Last year of high school, are you excited?" She asked, looking up at me.
"Who isn't?" I answered. "I can finally be a tattoo artist, and I'll be out of this hellhole!" I exclaimed, making her giggle.
"True. I wonder if it's going to be like those movies and something interesting will happen." She suggested. She was always one to watch and read cliche shit like that.
"Doubt it." I replied, before the bell went off, signalling the minute warning to get to class. I closed my locker door. "And the year begins. See you later, Strange." I told her, using her nickname. She said goodbye and made her way through the crowd. I started moving through the crowd in the opposite direction, almost being knocked over a few times.
Thankfully, I knew where all my classrooms were, so I wouldn't be late. My first class was science, one of the most... interesting classes. My teacher, Mr. Quinn, certinally made it interesting. Last year, he almost launched a rocket through the hallways with Mr. Fuentes, the history teacher. Thankfully, the principle stopped them before they could.
Slipping into the classroom, I took a second to look around at who was in it. There were a lot of kids who I remembered, like Bandit and Fae. They were basically best friends. There was also Copeland and Kenadee, and a few others.
I took a seat in the back as I usually would, where I could draw and not be bothered. Sitting in the uncomfortable seat, I pulled out my sketchbook, and waited for class to start.
The bell rang again, and the kids started to quiet down a little. Footsteps and giggling sounded from the hallway, but they started moving away. I glanced up when I saw Mr. Quinn stand in front of the bulletin board.
"Good morning, everyone. How are we all doing?" He started, smiling. A few murmurs of 'good' and 'fine' came from the others, while I said nothing. Mr. Quinn started talking again, only to he cut off by a student running in.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." A deep voice spoke from the student. I couldn't remember who it was, but they sounded familiar.
"It's alright, Denis. Go have a seat by..." his voice trailed off while he looked for an open seat. Denis? I remembered that name, but I couldn't put a face to it. "By Emily." I glanced up at him, hearing my name. As long as he didn't bother me, I'd be fine.
I heard the Denis guy walk over and sit down. Mr. Quinn started talking again and I listened for anything important.
"Now, this year, we are doing something different. This year, the person you are sitting next to right now is going to be your science partner for the whole year. Go ahead and introduce yourselves to each other." He told us, before going quiet. I heard students begin to talk to each other and I looked over at who my partner was.
My eyes widened at who it was.
Denis Stoff.
"So, Emily. Nice to be partners with you this year." He smirked, looking at me. That's why his voice was familiar!
This was going to be a long year if I have to work with the infamous Denis Stoff.
