HI YALL! ok so.. I am extremely excited for this book! I have so many ideas and I hope yall think it's good too. Right now I'm editing the book so I expect it to be way better than when I first wrote it. IT IS NOT COMPLETE YET! however I will try to upload often. I'm still in school tho so maybe Imma get a little busy but I promise yall I'm not abandoning this book. I really love it and have many ideas to present.
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"Breath. Smile. Be nice. Fake it all." I chant to myself all the way to school. A stupid private school.
My thoughts came to a halt when the bus arrived at my new school. I fix my skirt that was black and reached my middle thigh. I look so cute and fashionable and boring.
Fuck me.
I walked into the hallways people looking at me and talking among themselves, Yea assholes I'm the fucking new girl y'all were expecting now kindly chew your eyeballs if you please. I try to calm myself down. Emma there is no need to be so mad my old school wasn't really that good anyways I always got bullied and then broke someone's teeth, then sent to home. Same old routine. But this school is just so fancy and the students here are dumb and brats and everything is just handed to them on a golden platter. I am stopped from my thoughts when I see the spawn of Satan and a real definition of a spoiled brat.
"Hey cutie. You lost or something" And of course he smirks at me. so cliche, so predictable, whatsoever. But I have to act innocent and bratty like them so here goes nothing.
"No. If you just move a little I can get into my class" i gave him a fake sweet million dollar smile. Maybe he'll think I'm too nice to annoy?
"Oh. Science? I thought this class was only for smart people." He looked at me from head to toe and then he shot me an evil smirk, he's provoking you Emma Brown get your damn claws in.
"Smart people know that it's called chemistry not science." you dimwit I want to add but refrain from it.
His face was actually kind of funny when he looked back at the class and then back at me and scowled. Emma 1- Satan 0.
I walked to one of the benches and threw my bag and stuff on it. Then I saw Satan walk in while his friends made fun of him for being outsmarted by the new girl. He scowls again flips them off and dumps his stuff on another bench close to mine.
Someone's feisty. I smirk.
The class was long and boring and I didn't really make any friends because it seems that everyone in this damn school have their own group of friends. I spent the break alone listening to music. Which was really fine by me I learned that being alone is totally better than dealing with people's bullshit.
Speaking of bullshit Satan thought he would entertain me a little by giving me an empty threat-i think it was- as i got out of class.
"It's not over, better watch out cuz no one messes with Hunter Haley and gets away with it." He threatened me with his signature smirk still plastered on his dumb face. I really wanted to slap that smirk off his face
"Sure thing. I'm totally terrified." I stated sarcastically, deepening my smirk then turning on my heels to my next class. So much for faking it dummy I think to myself.
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"I'm home"
No one seems to be home when i got back. I live with my great aunt. An old widow that has no one but me, and same for me too. She has dark brown hair always styled into something crazy like two buns, or a braid crown or something. Yea a weird old lady. But the love I have for her is more than anyone could possibly imagine.
I've always depended on myself as I am mostly alone and also the circumstances where i was raised hardened me. I am not that nice looking girl that everyone thinks they see, as you see that's my shell. And under no circumstances can this shell break so people would see the real me. the me i refuse to admit it exists.
I went up to my room, slammed the door shut ,and changed into my training shorts and sport bra so I can go to the gym for my everyday training ,where release all my stress and anger and get a perfect body. And practice to kick assholes' asses. I'm kind of proud of my skills though. I started taking self defense classes when I was like 11 or something and now I'm stronger than most buff guys.
I walk into the gym, dump my bag, eager to get to the punching bag so that I get out all the anger, frustration, and annoyance that I endured today at school. This is going to be one hell of a year.
Just until you graduate I remind myself. Only a year.
As I stopped my assault to the punching bag I noticed A very nice back. actually the tattoo is what caught my attention. It's a black sort of shattered glass. It's messy and artistic but also super hot. I need to stop staring.
But when I tried to look away- proven to be a very hard task-He turns around and I try not to drool. What the hell is a perfect body? This guy is basically a god,or looks like he's been made by the gods. His chest looks like it's been carved to perfection and his 8-packs and abs got me drooling because I'm an abs typa girl. His arms aren't really any less perfect and I start to think that maybe I'm just dreaming or something, I mean he is too perfect to be human.
But as they say, it was too good to be true. Because he spoke up.
"Enjoying the view Mrs.brown?" I wanted to cry NO! NO! *dramatically looks up at the sky* WHY WOULD DO THIS TO ME? AM I THIS BAD OF A PERSON? *then falls on her knees and breaks down into sobs*
"Are you stalking me or something?" I try not to look at his body because goddamn that is a big waste of a good body.
"And why would I stalk you?" He says while looking me up and down like I'm trash. I breathe evenly because I don't wanna break his face just yet.
"Because you're a dump, childish, psychopath who thinks chemistry is science and is just too wound up to being stood up to by the new girl." I deadpan and give him a moment to process my rant. He scowls at me and then he takes two steps closer to my liking and stares me down with those stupid ocean eyes of his. And damn me for shivering.
"Careful there little princess you don't know what you;re up against ." He whispered and I raised my eyebrows before breaking into a fit of laughter. He moves backwards a surprised expression on his face then he returns to scowling like an idiot.
"I don't know what I'm up against? Boy you're funny! You on the other hand mess with me and you wont know what hit you!" I smirk and then strut past him cursing myself for not keeping up my act.
This mission proves to be too hard for my liking.
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Next day I enter the school and I feel a shift in the atmosphere. This time people were staring but their stares were full of recognition. I have an ill feeling.
I don't really know what is going on about but something feels off. I shrugged at my thoughts and walked to my first class. Maybe I was feeling that way because of Hunter's threats, I mean he wont do anything... right?
I sat down in the third row not wanting to sit in the front. And that's when I noticed the people's stares, it was intense. They looked at me and half of them snickered while the other half gave me pitiful looks. I stopped myself from shouting something like ' What? Do I look like an entertainment show or something?' because it will make my act useless.
Ignoring their looks, I got my notebook out and started doing what I do when stressed- doodling.
An eternity later the bell rang so I went to my locker to grab my stuff for the next class.
"WHAT THE FUCK".
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