𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

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Emma Chamberlain

The class is silent apart from the low muffle of Ethan's music obviously blaring through his earphones which 100% meant he isn't listening to Miss Holding.

She didn't seem to mind and proceeded to not even give him a second glance.

Miss Holding is a young well pampered woman with bright red hair and eyes so big and green that they look like an artist's illustration.

She speaks softly and has little interest in actually aiding any learning in English or any subject for that matter, which irritates me.

There had been multiple rumours that Miss Holding had, had affairs with boys in my year. It had been spread that it was Nate who had given her the ride of her life but everyone suspected that he had made up the rumour himself and that if anyone had banged her it would've been the dark horse, Ethan Dolan.

I thought differently but never took it upon myself to investigate due to pure terror.

Usually I try to teach myself in these lessons but as it nears second period I'm hit with the realisation that I had been too busy creating patterns on the table with my fingers instead of learning.

Getting to second period is blurry but when I sit down in the empty class I remember exactly what lesson this is.

Great, I think, rubbing my temples. This lesson isn't graded so anyone, of any intelligence, is in this mixed class. And to top it all off- I don't have any friends in this class.

Just as expected the boys group bustle in fifteen minutes late, each of them wearing leather jackets.

They're calling each other offensive names and a few of them punch others playfully. The class instantaneously becomes chaotic and uncontrollable causing the grey haired teacher to give out and flop back on his wheel-y chair pulling out what the pupils called his porno magazine.

The back row of chairs is completely free apart from me but luckily the rowdy boys prefer to sit as close as possible to the Male teacher for purely entertainment purposes.

At least it gives me a chance to sit back and analyse the other pupils, and by that I mean the group of rebellious dudes and not the other losers who- like me- had got here early to prevent any sort of altercation.

Nate was the dumbest and smallest of the group which probably was the core reason for his need for dominance. Little man syndrome I chuckle to myself watching as he practically lays across the desk to high five another boy.

He has a floppy blonde fringe and ironically kind eyes, his voice is annoyingly squeaky and the thought of him trying to flirt angers me incredibly.

I remember a few years back when he first joined QUEENS he originally tried to sweet talk his way into my pants; now he's way more confident and straight to the point- as this morning had shown.

He's only classed as stereotypical bad boy because of the parties he hosts and weed he often smokes. A known trouble maker and influencer but never a finisher or one to get consequences.

Then there is Kian, a tall dangly bad boy with curly mousey brown hair. He's the clown of the group and anyone could spot that from a mile off.

As I look on I spot him carefully hand painting the poor teachers blazer with white-out while the other boys howl in laughter trying to keep him from noticing.

Kian seems the most lovely to me, until I had met Grayson obviously, he sometimes had to do joint projects with me in Chem which was cool enough because he always took the lead and all I had to do was observe.

He also has a dragon tattoo on his forearm which is barely covered by his shirt sleeve. He's attractive yes, but a big fuckboy when it comes to girls.

There are 3 other boys who I barely know of because they rarely come into school and never at the same time. Apart from today which causes red alarms.

Connor, who had supposedly been in juvie for all of middle school.

Max, who had assaulted his teacher in his past school and had been excluded more times than he has fingers.

And Deon, who came from the hood and was known for hanging with older more dangerous kids.

All three of them sat on the same table flipping scissors up and down in their hands for entertainment, which scares me- and the other students- and truthfully scares the grey haired teacher too.

Then theres Grayson, he was explained by Nate himself as being soft. So I could only guess that the reason I knew little of Grayson being in the group was because they didn't want me to know, or Grayson didn't want anyone to know.

And finally Ethan Dolan. It's strange that I know his full name and not the rests but it seems fitting and ironic to know the most about someone who is the most mysterious.

Everything about him is enticing but yet intimidating which makes me wonder about his life and everything else.

I knew of Ethan only since starting QUEENS and everyone had fallen in love with his good looks.

He had many rumours about him and he never seemed to extinguish them, in fact he never spoke at all just listened to his music and growled at those who'd sit in his seat.

My next period is gym, the most dreaded lesson of all especially when my teacher is a sexist pig who believes that all girls belonged in the kitchen and all boys are football athletes.

When this lesson is finished the grey-haired, unnamed teacher is quick to dismiss the class and as I wind through the tables I notice the table which the boys had been sat on has their names literally engraved into the surfaces via the scissors they had been playing with.

All of them- Nate, Kian, Connor, Max, Deon, Grayson and Ethan- are permanently chizzled into the desk forever remembered probably like in my brain for the rest of my life.

As I try to pull my gym bag full with my sport leggings and washed out school sport top inside, one of the strings wraps around the hinge of the locker.

It's too tall for me to reach even on my tip toes, even after a few jumps, and even after trying with all my strength to rip it free.

A tall figure emerges from behind me, stretching only slightly upwards and unhooking my bag from its sight of tangle.

When I turn to say thank you, I realise Ethan Dolan is stood very close to my chest and it takes my breathe away with fear. He brings the bag to my level and hands it me with a blank expression

I expect him to say something but then again he's already done more than expected by helping me. He owes me, I thought. But then he does speak,

"Which room do you change in?" He asks motioning towards the bag. It's a weird question but I dare not answer.

"Girls room one" I reply with a squeak.

"Get changed in Girls room two today" He orders and I nod, too scared to even question why? As he powers off towards the group I'm left wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.

The boys huddle around the entrance of Girls room one and as I walk past them to go into Girls room two, Ethan gives me a little smile.

Or I think it's a smile.

I can't really tell because in seconds it's gone and he's already looking into the boys group with a blank expression.