A Love Hate Feeling | l.h.

Chapter One

Chapter One

Vanessa's Point of View:

Day one.

High school.

The place where nobody ever wants to be. It was my first day at this school, I was scared as hell.

Seeing at orientation that I had no classes with any of my friends, I had to walk the halls alone, or meet new people.

And I did not want to meet new people.

Because I, Vanessa Reed, was definitely not a people person.

As I walked into my first class of the day, Algebra, in room three-o-five, I took a seat at a random desk. I felt awkward, I was the only person in the room.

After a few more minutes, people started filling up the desks. I didn't know half of these people, they were probably from the other middle school, or just new to the district.

When the bell finally rung, the teacher, Mrs. Bell, wrote her name on the board, also writing the rules of this class.

Number 1: be on time and in your seat when the bell rings

Number 2: raise your hand before speaking

Number 3: all work must be in on time

Just the same old rules we've had since middle school.

As soon as she turned around to start speaking, the classroom door opened, and my eyes widened at the sight of who was walking through the door.

Luke Hemmings.

"Late on the first day huh? May I ask why?" Mrs. Bell spoke directly at Luke, looking annoyed.

"Couldn't find the room," he lied.

That ass. He knew exactly where the room was, I saw him at orientation.

"Oh that's understandable, just take a seat wherever," she half smiled.

He nodded, and looked around the room. So did I, I was wondering where he was going to sit.

Looking around the room in panic, I realized that the only seat available was the one right next to me.

"Fucking great," I muttered under my breath.

Luke walked back to the desk, moving it closer to mine on purpose, and sat down.

"Hey Nessa, pretty amazing that of all people we could have classes with, we have a class with each other," he smirked.

"First of all, don't call me Nessa. And second, just don't talk to me, don't even look at me, and we can hopefully get through the year just fine." I whispered, hoping nobody around would hear. I hate people who eavesdrop.

"No promises Nessa," he spoke again, using that terrible nickname.

My name is Vanessa. Not Nessa. In eighth grade when Hemmings and I met, he just loved to annoy me. He would annoy me about literally everything, one thing was call me Nessa, or Ness. I hate those names, they just didn't fit my personality.

Rolling my eyes, I just ignored him for the rest of the period, as I focused on what Mrs. Bell was saying.

After first period ended, I headed off to my next class, praying to god that Luke wasn't in it.

As I sat down at a random desk in Physical Science, I watched as people filled the desks. Thankfully, Luke wasn't in this class.

Hearing my name being called, I turned around to see Calum Hood.