Eleven is the schools bad girl with a dark past. She hopes to find happiness or just feel something for once. She says that she is broken but little did she know she could get fixed.
Dylan is a rich bad boy and new to the school. He believes that th...
Dylan's POV Here I am again laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what would happen if I wasn't such a fuck up. Would I still have my girlfriend? Would my parents be alive still? Will I feel happy? But at last wondering could only do so much. If I keep thinking nothing is going to change. My parents would remain dead, my girlfriend wouldn't be my girlfriend, and my happiness would remain lost.
"Beep, beep, beep" my alarm clock goes off. I reach over to press the button atop of my alarm. I stay in bed for a couple more minutes before I stand up. I went to the bathroom to perform my morning rituals. As soon as I got done with that I hurried to get dress and eat breakfast. Today I'm wearing black ripped jeans with a white t-shirt and my lucky leather jacket. I scurried down stairs to grab some breakfast and right before I left I looked in the mirror I have above a table in my hallway. After that I grabbed my keys and ran towards my Harley Davidson. I got on and speed of to school.
As I walked in school I noticed people staring at me. "He's the new guy. I heard he's rich. He's so hot" I heard people whisper. I headed towards the principles office to pick up my schedule. As I walked in I noticed a girl standing in front of the principles desk getting scolded for something. "Oh Dylan. I didn't see you come in." she said surprised. "I believe your in here for your schedule. Am I right?." "Yes you are correct" I said. She handed me my schedule and I mumbled a slight thank you. After I got out I heard the principle scolding the girl some more and then excused her from her office. I was waiting at the door for her to come out.
As she went out I took a whiff of her hair but she didn't notice. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. She turned around with a weird look on her face. She looked at me as if I grew another head. "Hey there kitty" I said in a seductive tone. "What do you want?!" she said with anger trailing is her voice. " Oooh feisty. I like it." " Look if your just gonna keep wasting my precious time I better get going." She said while leaving. "Wait." I said.
As she was leaving I grabbed her hand to stop her from going anywhere. When I grabbed her I felt sparks going up my spine and goosebumps all around my body. By the look on her face I think she felt it too. "Okay. What do you want so I could get going." She said. " I want to know why you were in trouble." "Wow. You must be new here, I'm guessing." She said in a playful voice. "How did you know?" I questioned. " Lucky guess. Look I better get going." "Wait. I didn't even catch you name...." I said but I was to late. She had already left.
I went to my first period, lucky for me there was an empty seat next to a guy. I sat next to him and he seemed friendly enough. We actually hit it off. His name is Jordan, he's around the same age as me and is the football captain. "Hey, Jordan." I whispered so I wouldn't catch the teachers attention. "Yes." Jordan mimicked my action. "There was this girl in the office this morning and I was wondering if you knew her." I said scratching the back of my neck. " Sure dude, just tell me her name." He said with confidence. "I don't know her name." I said a little embarrassed. "Ughh, just tell me how she looks like then." He said with agitation in his voice. "Uhmm, sure. She has short brown curly hair, looks to me around 5.4", is light skin, and curvy." I put enthusiasm in the last word. "Oh, that's Eleven, every guy keeps trying to get with her but she keeps rejecting them left and right. Hell even I tried to get with her. I still am." I felt myself get a little mad but quickly calmed down.
The bell rang, signaling it was time to go to 2nd period. I talked to Jordan some more before heading to class. When I walked into class, I saw the girl from the office sitting alone staring out the window. The teacher introduced me to class and I got to pick my seat. Some girls were winking at me and others were signaling to sit next to them but I just sat next to Eleven. "Hey Eleven." I whispered. "What do you want." She said almost hissing. "Aren't you gonna ask how I know your name?" I asked. "It doesn't matter, some kid probably told you." The last part she said a little bit quitter. "A little bird told me you don't like going out with the guys here." I said playfully. "Yea, so?" She said bitterly. "Why don't you?" I questioned. "Who knows, I might be gay." She said. "Well are you." I asked. "No...." she said shyly. "Then tell me why?" I said more aggressive. "Why don't you mind your own bees wax." She playfully but angrily. "FINE" I said loud enough for the whole class to hear. "Is there a problem Mr.Davila." The teacher said. "No miss." I said. "Alright then." The teacher said. I sat down to let the teacher keep lecturing. The whole entire class period I kept staring at Eleven, she kept giving me a few glances. Which I thought was really cute. This happened the whole period until the bell finally ringed. She got up and left as fast as possible. Which kinda hurt but it's whatever.
I went through my classes just fine. At the end of the day I hopped on my bike and went to my house. When I entered my house I thought to my self "I need to find out more about the girl.
