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PROLOGUE: SUGAR AND SPICE MAKES EVERYTHING NICE
THE HALLS OF ROCKLAND DAY SCHOOL were filled with a small number of students making their way to their lockers and classes for the new school year. Schedules in hands and new folders, notebooks, and binders accompanying it. It was typical and the usual. When you only have a little over a hundred kids in a school, everything was the usual. Same classmates, same halls, same everything.
Standing at her locker was the new student who had come from across the pond, Elisabeta Atwater. She was a short-ish brunette with a petite figure and she had an aura that told everyone that she was just as sweet as chocolate cookies but if you messed with her, she could take you down. Overall, she was beautiful and sweet and looked like she had just walked out of Heaven.
As she held her new schedule in her hand and she traded binder for binder and notebook for notebook, she got brought out of her daze when a tall boy who appeared no older than her with curly blonde hair and an overconfident look leaned against the locker beside her.
"Hey sweet cheeks," the blonde said, his voice as fuckboy sounding as his looks. "I've never seen you around here before, so where you from?"
Rolling her eyes, she said in the sweetest voice she could muster up (because her mum taught her to always be kind to even those who don't deserve it) but with the most venomous smile, "My name is Elisabeta and that is none of your business."
"Across the pond, huh?" Not taking the hint, he slapped his hand on her ass, causing her to clench her jaw in annoyance.
Throwing all of her mother's words out the window, she firmly gripped his wrist and twisted it, shoving his arm away from her. "Have you no manners? Touch me or anyone else in an inappropriate way again and I'll shove my foot so far up your arse that you'll be tasting toenails for weeks."
"You're a feisty one," he chuckled as he placed his hands on her hips, "we both know you want it, so stop playing hard to get."
Before she could reach into her pocket to pull out the taser her dad gave her when she was starting middle school, she heard another guy's voice, "Hey Trevor," And as soon as the Trevor turned around, a fist collided with his face, "do I need to talk with my stepdad again?"
Trevor, now against the lockers and glaring at the boy slightly taller than him with beautiful dark brown hair and blue eyes, he said with venom pouring from his words, "Sebastian."
Before Trevor could get up and attack Sebastian, Elisabeta pulled out the small taser and placed it beneath his ribs, "I suggest you find yourself a hobby that doesn't include being a misogynistic pig." She could tell that Trevor was clenching his jaw in pure rage, that he was prepared to attack at any time.
Sebastian looked at Trevor dead in the eye and said, "Scram," And Trevor obliged.
"Although I could have handled that myself, thank you," she thanked Sebastian as she closed her locker.
"It's no issue," Sebastian waved his hand in an effortless manner, "so, England, huh?" He commented on her accent.
Elisabeta chuckled and nodded her head, "Yes, I'm from England."
"That's cool, I'm from Romania," Sebastian nodded his head, "Hey, what's your next class?"
"My father was Romanian," Elisabeta stated as she glanced at her schedule, "AP Chemistry," she responded.
A look of bewilderment and shock overtook Sebastian's face for a moment before he recovered, "That's a senior class." Elisabeta simply shrug her shoulders, "Since you're new, why don't I walk you to the class? I doubt you know your way around here."
"Oh, it's fine, I'll find my way," she assured him as she walked past him.
"Well, the class is in the opposite direction you're going toward, over there is the freshman hall," Sebastian informed her, and she turned around with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
"I suppose a lit help never killed anyone," she chuckled to herself and walked towards where he pointed with him beside her. "Just don't try anything, my father taught me how to severely hurt a man with my bare hands," she warned him.
Sebastian let out a small chuckle as a smile grew on his lips, "I think I'm going to make you my new best friend."
Elisabeta odded her head and thought for a moment, "Okay, but what the hell is a sophomore?"
