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  Athena walked into her new upper class private school. She wore her uniform; dark blue thigh highs, a skirt and blazer with red lining, a white button up, and a bright red tie. Anxiously, the small girl walked into the main office, smiling at the lady in a hideous pantsuit at the desk.

  "Why- hello." The lady leaned forward. "What can I do for you?" Her voice was soft and sweet, but she physically looked tired. Athena could relate, every night practically sleepless.

 "I'm a new student, I need my timetable." She said softly, her British accent thick on her tongue. The woman furrowed her eyebrows, causing Athena to mentally curse as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "My schedule."

  "What's your name, sweetheart?" She asked, turning to her keyboard. Athena swallowed thickly, wrapping her arms around herself awkwardly.

  "McCracken. Athena McCracken." She said with a nod. The woman searched up her name and printed out her schedule, handing her a hall pass with it.

  "Homeroom is over, and first period just started. Everything you need is on the schedule. Have a nice day." She nodded to her. Athena smiled and thanked her, walking out quietly.

  The soles of her black flats tapped on the ground as she walked up a flight of stairs and turned into a long hallway. She walked to her locker, gulping as she saw a boy at the locker across from hers. 

  He was beautiful. Athena couldn't help but to check him out as she approached her blue metal locker. She only looked away when he looked at her and their eyes connected. From what she could see, they were a beautiful hazel colour. They complimented his white skin, and greasy black hair. 

  Athena opened her locker, smiling to herself. She put her school supplies in, then put in picture frames and other decorations. She ran her finger's through her pastel pink hair, feeling the boy's eyes burning through the back of her skull. She glanced at her schedule, humming in satisfaction as her eyes landed on the first period slot; College English. She grabbed everything she would need before shutting her locker, walking down the hall to the next. She felt the boy follow, causing her to shudder.

  The boy got in front of her and pushed her against a locker, holding her there with his body. Athena winced, fear trailing through her body.

  "What's your name?" The boy growled. Athena took deep breaths, her eyes widened. When she didn't respond, the boy flipped open a switch blade, holding it to her cheek. "Answer the damn question, girl."

  "A-Athena." The young girl stuttered out, biting her lip. "Athena McCracken." She stared at him, her green eyes wide. The boy cocked an eyebrow and laughed, cutting her cheek before shoving her to the ground.

  "Get the fuck outta here." He barked. Athena stumbled to her feet and rushed down the hall, making it to her class. She walked in, practically out of breath. The teacher looked at her, his eyebrow cocked.

  "May I help you?" He asked. Athena brought her hand to her cheek to hide the blood, biting her lip.

  "Uhm-" She handed him the hall pass. When she opened her mouth to speak again, the door slammed behind her, causing her to jump. The class laughed, then fell silent when they saw who came in. They looked down, avoiding eye contact with the two boys that stood behind Athena.

  The teacher gave them a look, then rolled his eyes. "Gerard, Raymond, go sit down." He ordered. The boys snickered, walking to their seats. He looked at Athena , offering an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about them. There's an open seat in front of Gerard." He pointed, Athena quickly recognizing him to be the boy in the hallway. "Here's the things you need." He handed her a small stack of papers, containing a syllabus, rule book, ect. Athena hesitantly walked toher seat and quietly sat, her eyes trained on the desk in front of her. She slid her papers into the folder, jumping when a foot came in contact with her seat. She turned, looking at Gerard who was smirking innocently.

  Class carried on like this. While the teacher, Mr. Jones spoke, one of the two boys would kick her seat. Mr. Jones would notice and would give them looks, but didn't necessarily do anything. It was as if he were scared of the two boys, which couldn't be right. He was a teacher, he couldn't be scared of the two students.

  As soon as the bell rang, Athena was out of her seat. Mr. Jones sighed, watching her leave. She rubbed her face and walked to her locker, shoving all of her college English stuff inside. She grabbed everything she would need for her next class, Chemistry. It was a senior course, but with her good grades, she got to take it. 

 With Athena's luck, she got lost on her way to class. She sighed and groaned once the bell rang. She was not off to a great start at this new school. As of now, she hated it. She looked down at her schedule, bumping into someone.

  "I'm so sorry." The boy quickly apologized, taking a step back. Good thing this school isn't full of complete assholes, Athena thought to herself. 

  "No, no. Don't worry about it." She sighed and looked up at the boy. He had a tattoo of a scorpion, his hair was messy- he looked like a mess, just like Athena. "Do you possibly know where the chemistry room is?" She asked, looking up at him. The boy grinned and nodded.

  "Follow me, sweetheart." He winked, leading her down a hall. "What's your name?"

  "Athena McCracken." She followed him, holding her things close to her body. And yours?" She looked up at him.

  "Frank Iero. I like your accent, by the way." He sent the slightly shorter girl a wink. They  approached a classroom,where Frank gave Athena his number before leaving. She took a deep breath and walked in, her green orbs landing on Gerard.

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  Hey, guys! Bee here. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter. Please, if you have enjoyed this chapter, vote and comment your opinions! I'll see you in the next chapter!
Xoxo Bee

Finished: 11 May 2018
Edited: 11 July 2018
Posted to -roaringtwenties: 11 July 2018

Dedicated to -highofftylenol on 26 July 2018 for voting.

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