The Heartbroken Lovers

Chapter 1

"Amie! Get your non-existent ass back here before I slit your throat and feed it to my donkey," my best friend, Bridget Porter, hollered as she charged full speed towards me.

I immediately stopped sprinting and my laughter died down when she said that, because with Bridget, you could never be sure if she was joking or not.

"Fine.. Ow, stop pulling so hard! What do you want from me?" I whined as she grabbed my ear and yanked me back towards school grounds, literally towing me by my earlobe.

I didn't understand what was happening, but I didn't bother asking too many questions because Bridget usually knew what she was doing. What didn't make sense was that school ended for the week, yet she was bringing us back into that hellhole?

When she didn't proceed to explain, I yanked her hand from my ear, feeling the soaring pain equivalent to being stepped on by an elephant. Yeah, she was that strong.

Once she realized she didn't have a death grip on me anymore, she spun around and glared at me. Noticing the confused, irritated look on my face, she then decided to tell me what in the world we were doing.

"Some new kid just transferred here, like, 15 minutes ago and I just want to see if he's hot," she shrugged, beginning to walk away from me and towards the school office.

I glared at her back for a solid minute, before deciding to follow her. It had started to rain and I didn't feel like walking home in this weather. Bridget had a car and she usually drove me home when the sky decided not to cooperate.

This sucked. It was 3:45 on a Friday, I should be getting home and changing to the softest clothes I own and doing nothing for an entire weekend. Netflix was calling my name, yet here I was. I felt like a betrayer to Netflix.

I groaned, before I realized I wasn't around Bridget anymore . My eyes widened when I realized where she was going.

"Bridget, stop! We aren't even supposed to be on school campus after school, what in the name of bejesus do you think you're doing?" I hissed, trying to yank her hand back, which was hard considering her entire body was yanking with more force towards the school office.

"I'm just going in for a quick look, I swear. It won't matter, all the staff love me, remember?" She smirked, knowing that I knew it was completely true.

Bridget was the ideal student. Perfect grades, athletic, class president, and she even created her own club to help people in need. She had the looks, with her straight blonde hair and green doe-looking eyes. Boys would stare at her everywhere she walked, drool practically pouring out of their mouths.

I, on the other hand, was a completely different story. With my straight dark hair, hazel eyes that always looked bored, and flat EVERYTHING, I was considered a clown next to her. I don't think I look ugly, to say the least... Or just to boost my self-esteem. I just hung out with people that made me look less appealing.

My eyes flitted sideways, back and forth, before I heaved a sigh and scurried after Bridget. I always gave in too easily.

Yanking the office door handle open, Bridget sauntered in and I quietly followed behind. I spotted a bean bag chair and plopped down, relieving the ache of my feet. School was tough for my little babies.

The supervisor sitting in the front desk looked up from her computer and smiled warmly when she spotted Ms.Perfect.

"Why, hello Bridget! What brings you here today?" She asked, a sickly sweet tone in her voice. Did I forget to mention that Bridget was beyond loaded and that her single dad was a famous actor? That's why all the female staff tried getting on Bridget's good side, those good for nothing good diggers.

When the supervisor's eyes saw me from the peripheral vision, the once warm eyes turned into slits and her tone became one belonging to a demon.

"What are you doing here? School's out! Get off campus before I call up your parents!" She hollered.

See the difference?

"Oh, she's with me, Wendy. Sorry, I heard there was a new student arriving, and I was just wondering if they needed any help around school, getting to know classes before the real day tomorrow! May I see him?"

In a blink of an eye, Wendy, or supervisor demon in my eyes, smiled so big that I swear her lips probably cracked.

"Sure, honey! I'll call him out right now!" She said in that nasally tone. I visibly shuddered and her eyes bored into my head, glaring daggers. Boy, if looks could kill, I'd be a pile of ashes.

Picking up the school phone, the S Demon began talking gibberish and in a second, the back door of the office opened and a guy stepped out.

Well, not really a guy, more like a god.

Yeah, he was THAT hot.