after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious.
and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male d...
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BY THE FOLLOWING morning, everyone knew of the activities that occurred during the party. Especially the one involving Chase, myself and our locked lips. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under right now. Almost every girl in this school had put me on the top of their hit list as I walked through the courtyard; alone might I add.
Vera has been the only female apart from the teachers to acknowledge me. I never expected to click with someone as much as I do with her. We're basically the same person with our sarcastic comments and inappropriate humour that gets us many uncomfortable stares from surrounding students.
I felt the pressure of the intrusive gazes lift off me when I walked into my art class. Art was possibly the only thing I take more seriously than measuring how many cheesecakes I can devour in one sitting. I began to draw and paint when I was around five years old and the fridge was always covered in my spectacular finger paintings.
It's the one part of my life where everything else simply becomes irrelevant and all I can focus on is the movement of my paintbrush against the blank canvas.
I was mixing the different shades of paints on my plastic paint pallet when I pondered the idea of videoing it and posting it on social media because it was so satisfying to watch. When I finally had the right shade I was hoping for, I place my paints back into their respective containers and turn around to return to my easel.
Except I wasn't anticipating the presence of a whole other human being behind me and my pallet flips back towards me. The other girl was holding a cup of water which splashed violently over the both of us. We were both surprised, obviously, and I stumbled back against the bench behind me.
We bursted into laughter at the sight of each other, we were not only wet but our arms and legs were covered in blues, yellows and greens. Thankfully due to the paint stained aprons, nothing got on our uniforms because acrylic paint is a bitch to wash out.
"Girls!" Ms Rowan, the art teachers, hisses at us through the otherwise silent classroom. We both sober our laughters instantly, "Go to the bathroom and clean yourselves."
We do as she instructs, nodding our head obediently and quickly exiting the class. The second where out in the empty hallway, we begin laughing once more as we run to the nearest female bathroom. We burst inside and run the taps, scrubbing the quickly drying paint off our skin.
"I'm Hayden, by the way." I smile at the petite redheaded girl through the reflection of the mirror.
"I know." She glances up at me with a warm smile, "That whole school knows who you are."
"Really?" I question, instantly dreading her answer as she nods. I sigh and roll my eyes, grabbing a few paper towels and placing them under the cool running water.
"I'm Penelope Owens." She introduces herself with a small shrug, "But I usually go by Penn."
"That's a cute nickname. I don't have one really, I mean my mom calls me Hay sometimes and my asshole of a roommate calls me Jones." I explain, my tone turning annoyed very quickly at the end of my sentence. Even speaking about him puts me in a bad mood, how the hell am I going to get through the year.
