[book 01 of the emotionally entangled series]
An attachment between two former best friends was something no one expected, especially from two polar opposites.
Owen Bowers was level-headed, imposing his influence wherever he went. With an unsympathe...
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All of my confidence was building up to this day. I wasn't really one for revenge, but whenever karma hit someone who deserved it, that's all I needed for it to taste so sweet.
I walked into school that day with my head held high. Most students looked at me like I had gone mad. Well, I was crying my eyes out just a week ago. Crying over a boy was the dumbest thing I could do especially if that boy was Darren.
Confidence was key when it came to elegance. To be graceful when I'm delivering that punch in the gut. I wouldn't want my reputation to be tarnished now. This side of me barely came out, but my father always told me to do things gracefully in my own way.
English was never my strong subject. Shakespeare confused me and every language technique was just pointless to remember. In ten years time, I highly doubt I'll remember any of them so why start now? I walked into the classroom with a grin on my face before walking over to my desk in the front corner.
Darren shared the same class as me and I bet he's dreading this day. Obviously, he is. It wasn't that I was a jealous bitch or something. Mostly, to give him a taste of his own medicine. People don't learn from their mistakes if you don't teach them a lesson. There is a reason parents are strict and for that's for the beneficial lessons they teach their children.
"Good morning, Miss James. How are you this morning?" my teacher walked in, taking her coat off and placing it behind her chair before checking through her notebooks for today's lesson. I grinned at her, one leg over the other under the desk.
"I'm feeling great, Miss. Hopefully, I'll be getting in a lot of work done today," I spoke slyly. Today was my chance to make him feel as shit as he's made me feel. Last lesson, our teacher told us we were reading an extract that involved a girl and her cheating husband or something. I don't know much because I wasn't listening, but now with me in this class, the guilt will slowly eat away at him.
The teacher smiled, completely oblivious to the situation. There were a few students in class and soon, many more piled in, settling in their seats. I settled into a comfortable conversation with the people around me when the familiar sight of dark hair caught my attention. My eyes drifted over to Darren.
That guy, honestly. How does he do it? Look so good without actually trying. Today, he wore his school trousers and school blazer, which probably means he couldn't find his leather jacket this morning.
When his eyes met mine, I smirked slightly and waved at him. Those hazel orbs that I loved to stare in widened as he just looked around before walking over to his desk on the other side of the class towards the back. Let the nightmare begin.
"Alright, class, please read the whole text and write done four things you can find about Rosa." our teacher spoke as she finished handing out the sheets of paper. I opened a page in my notebook before writing today's date and title. My eyes flickered over to the sheet she gave us and my fingers lifted up the sheet.
