A Star-Shaped Rose

chapter 1 •

I swear one day all of these idiotic kids from this stupid town will be working for me.

"Move" someone shoves me from behind and I gather myself before I hit the ground.

Well, that wasn't nice.

But honestly what can you expect from a high school hall way? Everyone crowed, it's bound for someone to get shoved, that someone being me.

I grab my chemistry book out of my locker and shove it into my bag.

Just another great day at West High School. Great, even the name of my school is lame. Stella, don't hate on the school. It's not the schools fault for having these delinquents in it.

I push my hair back and start walking to chem.

School is honestly a drag. The only good part is the education. But the thing is, why do we have to get our education with other people? It's stupid and it ruins everything.

Sure, teenagers may say that high school was the best years of their lives, and some may say it was the absolute worst days of their lives.

Well, if you're going to ask me. I'll stick with the second choice.

I love education and all just not what comes with it. If I could be homeschooled sign me up.. please, but I can't. Not a specific reason just my parents have day jobs and they probably forgot what any type math is.

Just know whenever I get out of this hell hole I'm never coming back. Some people may think that California is the dream, but for me it's not.

I live in a city near L.A but it's not it. Kind of like the LA wannabes. Sort of like the Kardashian wannabes at my school. See how that mixes?

I reach my chemistry class and there's a sign on the door

Lab day today.

I huff and turn around to go into the lab room.

I'm really not feeling it today. Honestly when am I feeling school?

Anyways, I'm not a secret badass like in those stupid books and movies

No stupid popular guy is going to fall for me. No bad guy is going to make me his. Nothing extremely important will happen.

No, I can't tell the future. No, I won't know what's to come in my life. It won't be anything... out of the ordinary.

I pull open the lab room doors and it's pitch black.

I guess i'm the first person here.

I turn on the lights and my eyes go wide and I turn around. Not this again.

"Leave me alone" I begin to walk away but he grabs my hand.

"Why? I love hanging out with my little Stellie" he says and gives me his creepy smile and pulls me to him.

"What do you want, Christopher?" i ask stepping back from him.

"You already know what i want" he says runs his fingers up my arm. I suck in a deep breathe and he smirks. Great, Stella. You just motivated the freak.

"You don't have to act so tough around me, Stella" he says and creepily smiles again. So where's the trash can?

"Christopher just leave me alone" i push him away and fix my backpack strap. He stumbles a bit but shakes it off and puts on his signature smile.

"Why, Stellie? I thought we were besties" he wipes a fake tear and i roll my eyes.

"Just because our parents think that doesn't make it true, Christopher " he rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, Stella. By the way, we're coming over tonight for a little "family" dinner" he walks up to me and leans down to my war. "So dress your best, my love" he whispers tucks a peice of hair behind my ear. A shiver runs down my body at his words and once again he smiles at my reaction and backs away from me and goes to the doors as the bell rings and he looks back at me.

"You're late to class" he smirks and leaves.

"Ugh! and you're not English! Stop saying My Love!" i exclaim as he leaves and his laughter is heard. I should have known that was his handwriting.

I open the door and turn right to walk back to my class. I absolute hate being late. Then once you walk in everyone will be staring at you and making you feel uncomfortable. I'm not a big fan of that.

Anyways Christopher Andrews is the son of my mom's best friend, Claire Andrews, and my dad's best friend, Andrew Andrews. I am not kidding that is his actual name. I guess bad names runs in the family. Like what kind of name is Christopher? I'm kidding, I actually liked that name, but not anymore.

Anyways they moved here about 2 and a half years ago. I don't really know why they moved, but they used to live in Florida. It was always a touchy subject why they moved, so i never really brought it up because i don't want to be rude.

Our parents met because of their jobs. My parent are both lawyers and so is Mrs. Andrews, so that's how my mom and her connected and Mr. Andrews is an engineer. I guess since the moms had such a good connection my dad and Mr. Andrews became friends too.

So sense the parents are friends that forces me to hang out with Christopher even though he is annoying as hell. I can't stand him.

He likes to mess with me for some unknown reason that i can't stand, and it's annoying as hell.

My parents also like to have these stupid dinners that i also can't stand. We have them at least every two weeks. If i'm lucky every three weeks but they are occasional and i have to attend. The only good part is the food. I mean who even has dinners with their family anymore?

I reach my class and i open the door and everyone's eyes look up to meet the person who interrupted the class. I hate this. I feel my face heating up, and i walk up to the teacher's desk.

"Stella why are you late?" Mr. Strange, that's literally his name. He's a strange old man. He also has one of those weird mustaches that curve at the top.

"Sorry i was running late today and when i came up here i realised that i didn't have my textbook, so i had to go back to my locker to get it" i lie. I have a natural ability to lie. It comes in handy when you have lawyers as parents because you will have to become a expert at it to fool them. Not that i lie to them a lot..

"Well, okay then, Stella. Get to your seat" oh and did i mention his voice? It's really deep and he talks like a tortoise. It's really unsettling if you ask me... or anyone for that matter.

I shrug and see my friend Milo smile at me. I smile back and walk to my seat and sigh. This has already been a crazy day, and well... it's only 9am.