A Harsh Reality | ✓

Chapter 1

Noah

Parked the motorcycle, took the helmet off and I'm back to reality. Senior year, finally. If I end up with good grades, then I'll be free to go away from this place and live the life I wanted from the start.

Running a hand through my messy hair, I made my way towards the school. The familiar faces met mine, the girls staring at me, the guys giving me jealousy looks, the teachers just frowning. I threw open the door to my locker and placed everything inside, and by everything I mean a bunch of notebooks and pencils.

"Hey Noah!" a high pitched voice shouted. I sighed and turned around to face Aubrey.

She came running over to me, like a schoolgirl, her blond curls bouncing with each step and her big, blue eyes fixed on mine. She was wearing Hillview's High blue and white cheerleader outfit. I checked her out, pretending to be interested in her curves.

"Hey," I said when she was standing in front of me.

"I haven't seen you since last year, I thought you were gonna call me," Aubrey said, looking disappointed.

"I was too busy," I replied emotionless, reality was that I was not interested.

"Well, now that we can see each other again, what about you come over to my place tonight?" she moved her lips towards mine, but I stopped her right there.

"Get this inside of your head," I said firmly before doing air quotations, "It was a one time thing, 'we' is never gonna happen. I'm not interested."

"But-" she started, although I was already walking away from her.

People are stupid. Thinking that after a kiss with someone, they are already boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever. Aubrey was that kind of person. A total bitch who thought that could get anyone she wanted by just swinging her hips and smiling at them. But that was not gonna work on me. It's her problem that she thought we were a thing after we slept together. As long as she never talks to me again, that's fine by me.

The bell rang. I glanced at the door leading outside and at the door leading into my first class, wondering if I should just skip and have a ride on my motorcycle. I remembered the deal, good grades and then I was free. I groaned and walked over to the dreaded classroom, cursing under my breath.

I walked inside to find everyone already sitting down. The only place left was next to a brunette with pink stripes on her hair who was sitting at the very back of the classroom. Well, here goes nothing. I stepped silently towards the girl and realized she was wearing headphones. Thank god, no conversation was needed. I sat down next to her, but I don't really think she noticed me.

The teacher walked in, introduced himself and started the class. The girl took off her headphones and turned my way to put them away in her backpack, she jumped and stared at me surprised.

"When did you even get here?" she asked after recovering from the jump, her voice deep and confident.

"A few minutes ago, but you were too deep into your music," I replied.

"Sorry, I guess," she apologized. Now that she was looking at me, I studied her face. She had big, white eyes and really good-shaped eyebrows. Her left nostril was holding a small, silver stud and her lips were showing a deep, crimson color. Her ears had over eight piercings each, hanging from them were lots of hoops of different types. She smiled at me, making her dimples show sharply. Her makeup highlighted her eyes but making it look natural. She was wearing a black cropped top and a pair of black, ripped jeans, the clothes hugging her body in all the perfect places. Her feet were covered with a pair of converse and a jacket was hanging from her chair.