Do I hate you or love you?

New house new school new everything

Natalie is a normal average looking 14 year old girl with brown chestnut coloured hair and big brown eyes. Most people said to her she could be really pretty if she tried and put more make up on and had 'nicer' clothes we all know what that means. They want her to dress all slutty. Well no way was she gonna be like all those sluts.

*BEEP BEEP*

Natalie woke up to the annoying sound of her alarm clock

She was about to call her dad when she realised he wasn't there and he was never coming back. He was dead. Gone even. And there was nothing she could do about it. She also remembered that her mum was downstairs which meant only one thing she's about to get beaten.hard

Natalie's POV

I hastily raced out of her bed and got into her shower. I then put on a hollister top with some Nike jogging bottoms and Jacket. I also put on some minimal make up. Just a little concealer and mascara. I looked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty good actually. I quickly paced out of my bedroom and started my 2 mile run that I did every morning.

Before I even reached one mile. I crashed into some sort of wall.
I then looked up and realised it wasn't a wall. it was some boys abs. The boy was actually really fit. who I kidding he is actually sooo hot. He had short brown hair with strikingly blue eyes that you could just lose yourself in.

I stuttered "sorry I didn't see you there"

He said "watch where your going next time"

I immediately started to hate him. It was only an accident

I then said " Yeah whatever you know you'd be pretty hot if you didn't have such a shitty attitude"

He said "right back at ya cutie"

I was first shocked by this no one had ever called me that before. He must've realised that because he used that to his advantage and tried to kiss me. My expression was quickly replaced with anger.

"Get off me you freak"
"Oh your not so shocked now are you?"
"Piss off" I said
"Ok ok whatever nice to meet you cutie my names Dylan"
"Don't call me cutie I have a name you know if u ever bothered to find out"
"Fine what is it"
"Natalie"

I quickly jogged off after that and started to get ready for school. he didn't seem to realise I was British. whenever I came to America someone always seemed to notice but he didn't. I got changed into my old school uniform as it was only a trial day.

I set off for school. thankfully my mum didn't realise I was gone. She couldn't care less about me.

I walked to my classroom to only receive the shock of my life Dylan was right there staring at me.

He said "well if it isn't cutie"

I said " I told you to stop calling me that"

He said "sorry I can't help it your just too cute"

Thankfully the bell rang and the teacher strode in. he motioned for me to come to the front. I reluctantly did as I was told.

He said "well class we have a new student this is Natalie Blackstone she's going to be in all of your classes I hope you will all make her feel welcome. so Natalie tell everyone a bit about yourself"

I stared at the 26 pairs of eyes on me I just stood there not knowing what to say. oh crap what should I do?......