The Dolan family and the Miller family never got along. They were known across the town for hating each other.
Alex Miller never really understood why. She wore high black boots, fishnet tights and short skirt,her long dark hair flowing at her hips...
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_________________________________ Alex Pov. I flicked the red lighter cap back on and took a long puff from my now lit cigarette. Sitting with my legs wrapped around my huge dark motorbike I watched as the tired students started arriving at school. You could tell how old they were, the younger years are mostly here first with their colourful backpacks sitting perfectly on their shoulders while the older years have hand bags or backpacks drooping at the back of their thighs. Many will walk to the back and do god knows what until class starts.
" Yo Alex, you got a spare one" Michael Johnson says while walking up to me, rolling his sleeves up and showing of his dark tattoos. I assumed he was referring to my cig so I popped my box out and handed him one.
" thanks Miller " he winks and runs his hands through his jet black hair before walking back to his strange friends.
That's me, Alex Miller. I was seventeen and going to Raven High School in England. Most people knew me for my bike or my last name....but I'll explain that in a minute.
I usually come about twenty minutes early so I can have a smoke and take my time while these Idiots fumble and run around trying to get their books in their bags and their body's in the correct classroom. The cigarette burns my throat while I breath in and out watching the younger kids stare at me as they walk past or whisper to their friends. I grab an apple out of my bag, holding the cigarette between my fingers as I take a bite from it.
It was bitter and I instantly hated it, however before I could swallow it a Black Jeep comes through the car park. I had been parked near the side as the car park had an open space in the middle and cars would park around it, with the dinning hall and gym opposite. So it was pretty easy to see me if you looked in the right direction. I instantly recognised the huge vehicle and rolled my eyes, leaning over my bike and blowing smoke through my parted lips. His longs legs step out of the car as his broad shoulders slide through while grabbing his backpack and throwing it on to his back. He slams the door shut and presses the key to lock it with a little beep.
Grayson Dolan
His toned body was covered by a grey thin top hanging by his waist as his worn out blue jeans cling to his legs and his clean Adidas shoes clomped on the floor. Grayson's light brown hair flopped to the side as he ran his finger through it. Many girls stared as he walked past but I kept my cigarette between my lips with my elbows resting firmly on my handles.
His dark brown eyes grew darker as he gave me his morning dirty look while he walked past me to the gym. Me and Grayson didn't really....click.
Remember what I said about my name, well.....
The Dolan family and Miller family had always had a grudge against each other. It has been so long no one really knows why but everyone know it's there. His twin brother,Ethan, wasn't much better. My mother hated his mother my father hated his father, even our grandparents hate each other. So we must hate each other.
Nearly everyone in the town knew about it, including the school.
We were polar opposites anyway so I'm not saying if this family feud wasn't there that we would be best friends. I wore dark ripped clothes, he wore bright soft clothes. He was captain of the football team I smoke on my motorcycle in the morning. You see the difference.
I had a few classes with him but I saw more of his brother to be honest. Ethan was like Grayson but didn't take the family grudge as seriously as his twin brother.He was on the football team as well but focused more on playing drums.
Speaking of instruments, after I finished my Apple and cigarette, the bell rang out with an awful clang and I was forced to go into school. Swinging my legs from around my bike I grabbed my guitar case and began my short walk to advanced maths. Yes I may ride a motorbike, rip my jeans and smoke but, surprisingly, I love algebra.
Oh, did I mention advanced maths was with Grayson?
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############################## THERE IS GONNA BE SO MUCH GRAYSON IN THE NEXT CHAPTER I PROMISE.....I might even do it from his pov 😉😉 ##############################
