The Pieces

Chapter 2

Skye had been dreading riding in a car, and the putrid smell of the taxi can didn't calm her nerves. The smell was most likely her entire fault, but she didn't care. She was sweating profusely, and had already vomited into the driver's mesh hat.

Twice.

Skye Adams loathed cars with a deep, burning passion.

She believed that cars were the devil's gift to mankind. They were death traps. They caused thousands of people to lose their lives. What a gift, she thought. Her hatred towards cars and her cold personality were probably the only things she was passionate about anymore.

So when the taxi cab stopped at the huge school facility, she eagerly flew out of the little yellow car. She'd probably had about three panic attacks within the first hour of the five hour car ride. The driver had to throw her into the car so that they could leave her house.

"Aye! Where's my money?" The driver yelled angrily at her as she basically ran away from the taxi.

"Oh, that? Bill my stupid father." She handed the taxi driver her father's phone number, and he just crumpled it up in his large hand. He shoved the crinkled paper into his pocket, and she eyed him warily. "And tell him that he owes you a seat cleaning and a new hat." He slammed his foot onto the gas petal, and she just chuckled evilly.

She took a serious look around while she set her face into a cold expression.

The campus for the school was actually quite nice, but she'd never admit it, though. The large buildings were made of small bricks, and encased by fancy, white, decoration wood pieces. There were flower beds galore, and each one was overflowing with white roses.

The old Skye was itching to jump out and smell the roses.

She took a deep breath to recollect her 'nothing matters' attitude. "This is just another stupid plan of Jonathan's. There's nothing special about this place. Get over it, Skye." She chanted those sentences to herself while closing her eyes.

"Uh, Miss? What are you doing?" She heard a quiet voice ask her. Skye cracked open her eyes to see a middle-aged woman looking at her with amusement. She realized that she was standing on her suitcase, and the woman found it funny.

Skye narrowed her eyes into a death glare that she had perfected long ago. Her chilling death glares were a huge asset to her now, not bottles of nail polish and bags of makeup-like they used to be.

The clear amusement slipped off of the woman's face upon looking at her. "Uh, are you Skye Adams?" The woman asked her nervously, hoping that it wasn't Skye, so that she wouldn't have to deal with such a fiery tempered student.

"Yup." Skye popped the p and continued glaring as if she was trying to melt ice with her eyeballs.

"Oh. Well then, Miss Adams, would you mind following me?" The woman gestured for Skye to follow her, but she just stood like a rock in her spot.

"I don't follow strangers." Skye bluntly told the woman. The lady's forced smile dropped off of her face. Skye didn't care about hurting people's feelings anymore, not since her brother's death. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to check into this stupid school."

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss. My name is Angela Jones, and I am the Principal of Creek Academy." Angela informed her with a smirk. She wasn't going to let a student put her down. No, students like that's mouths dropped to the concrete when she introduced herself.

"Oh, ok then. Will you step aside so I can get my school tour?" Skye didn't care if Angela was the principal or not.

Angela was the one doing the jaw-dropping while Skye sashayed away.

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Andy walked through the hallway of the school building, being attacked with choruses of "Hey Andy!" from everyone he passed. Especially girls.

He knew that people found him attractive, but he couldn't tell why. He had curly brown hair that swept across his head. His eyes were brown too, like 'a sea of chocolate' to quote a past girlfriend of his, and apparently he had perfect lips, also according to an ex. Also, he was tall, very, very tall.

Even with everyone telling him that he was handsome, he still couldn't see it. Respectable girls threw themselves at him, but he didn't know why. No, no platinum blondes with skimpy clothing and less brain cells than tubes of mascara, thank goodness there were none of those.

Andy just smiled charmingly and continued walking.

He was walking past the school's office building, when he caught a tiny glimpse of a black-haired beauty.

She was short- at least a foot and a half shorter than him, as Andy was extremely tall. Her skin was bright milky, and very smooth looking, even though she had dark circles under her eyes. Long, black eyelashes framed her beautiful blue eyes, that were glaring at her surroundings. Her eyes portrayed sadness and pain, but they were amazing. Her jaw was angled perfectly, and complimented her cheekbones and nose, and her black hair swept perfectly across her forehead. She scowled at the world, and she had a permanent look of anger glued on her face.

In other words, she was terrifying, but gorgeous. Sam said the new girl would be ugly because she was Emo, but he was dead wrong.

The girl had turned around, and Andy was glad, because he walked straight into a wall.

Maybe, just maybe, this girl would be different.

No, all girls are the same, Andy thought to himself.

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Hey, fellow Wattpadders. I'm sorry I didn't update, I bet you already forgot what was going on(If anyone actually read my story). I had life stuff happening, so I was fairly busy.

Sorry, and see you next time.

The Author :3