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Chapter 2: parking spot theif

After dropping the girls of at school I only had seven minutes to be in form so I sped to the grand building that is known as Greenshore high.

Sadly, the car parks in the school are all for the teachers only but last year after many complaints a car park was built across the road from the school.

The dingy car park was no different this morning and with ease I find my usual space in the corner. I take my time knowing no one will go for it seeing as students have their own spaces that they go to. However, a screech grabs my attention and red flashes through my vision. In one swift motion a jet black Macades-Benz was now in my space. IN MY FREAKING PARKING SPOT.

I don't know if it was the lack of coffee or the fact that I was now late but I could almost feel the anger coursing through my veins. What idiot thinks they can take my spot.

A figure finally emerges and just like his car he wreaked of duchy rich kid. Everything about him screamed big ego, got all the money, but who was I to judge, I'm broke as shit but that doesn't stop me from bathing in the luxury of my BMW.

He was totally oblivious to my very much visible car and the very much visible pissed of expression and my anger turned into a rush of confidence and before I know it my window was pulled and I was shouting a lot of colourful language, even Picasso had nothing on me.

"Hey dip shit that's my space go back to your own"

He turned on his heel and looked stunned for a moment before passing of his expression as annoyance "I'm sorry what, princess"

Did I hear him correctly? Please tell me I didn't. Princess?

"Excuse me" my voice could be heard off of every wall of the car park "Princess? Well princess my arse, you just took my parking spot" I don't have time for this.

He looks around the parking spot before looking back at me "Well I don't see your name anywhere" A smug smirk playing around on his face.

"Look I don't have time for what ever game you're playing just go back to your parking space" confusion morphed his features "You know when you joined sixth form you found a parking space and naturally that just became yours just like how every other prick in this place had it. Your own parking space"

His ever growing smirk just pissed me off more as he began to stride towards me. He didn't dare to break the eye contact and neither did I.

He plops he elbow up onto my bonnet and I couldn't help my eyes gaze over his well defined jaw line and his neatly shaved stubble. His brown hair looked smooth and seeing as how I hadn't dared break eye contact with him in the past minute I had really noticed his icy blue eyes that reminded me of the shallow areas of the sea, the clear swimming pool like eyes swirled around almost hypnotising me.

I hate to admit it but the cocky dick was a model. But my trance all ended once he spoke up "Well I guess I found my parking spot then....princess"

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And that is how I ended up here. Running down the labyrinth of halls fifteen minutes late to class.

After the the cocky kid's rude remark which made me realise he had an American accent that sounded like a melody (I hate to admit) it took me another ten minutes to find a parking space.

I grab the handle to my media class and enter.
The lights were dimly lit and that's when I noticed that they were watching a video, students either fast asleep or chatting quietly amongst themselves. Unfortunately for me all heads snapped my way when I tried to enter unnoticed.

"Miss LeBlanc, you're late" my teachers monotone voice breaks the awkward silence. Well no shit woman.

"Sorry" I mutter, she nods curtly in response. I find my seat at the back of the class next to my best friend, Lauren.

"Brooke where were you in form?" She asks as I sit down.

"You know the usual late morning school runs" she nods understandably "Why anything interesting happened?"

"No just checking"

Lauren was just like me, quiet but confident. We've been best friends since we were four, when we met on our very first day of school. I know it sounds cliche but we just clicked and manage our way through life together.

Unlike my strawberry flaming red hair, she inhabited platinum blonde that cascaded in curls past her shoulders and if you stare into her eyes you will immediately get that warm feeling from her chocolate eyes. When ever I would get into trouble for something she's the example my parents use, or well did use, to show me what to be like. She's always involved with extra curricular activities and just gives that friendly feel unlike me who lets my big mouth get the better of me.

I lie my head on the desk, the sound from the documentary helping soothe me into a slumber.

That's until it comes to an abrupt stop "What the....?"

I look up and squint in the now turned on light. Was she trying to blind me on purpose?

When my eyesight finally comes into play, which I never thought it would, I look to the cause and slowly slide back down into my seat.

The teacher was talking to a all to familiar cute faced American that now with his jacket off I can clearly make out the detail of his toned stomach.

"Class can I get your attention?" She didn't need much convincing because all the girls gawked at the male standing at the front, not even ashamed to make themselves less discreet and most of the boys looked at him as a threat to their popularity "This is Mason Bolt"

He looks at the class taking his time to take in everyone, especially the girls (or should I say the bitch minions) I bite my tongue to stop myself from gagging but it was to late as the sound filled the room. Crap.

All attention was on me, including mister Hollywood who grins widely at me, the smirk just makes me want to slap him even more.

"Mr Bolt you can sit next to Miss LeBlanc"

WAIT WHAT?

She's got to be joking.

I give Lauren a wide eye look but she just beams back. Clearly she can only see his charm and not his arrogance. That will hopefully all change soon.

He hesitantly moves through the crowd of try hard girls and threatening boys. I begin doodle on my book pretending like I don't notice the scrape of the chair next to me or the beaming expression on Lauren's face.

The familiar scent of mint and coconut fills my nostrils and for a moment it smells nice only for me to realise who's smell it is.

"Well we meet again, princess" A hushed voice fills my ear.

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Hi guys!

Second chapter official.

What do you guys think about Mr arrogant so far? I already like him.

Also if anyone is reading this book whilst it is still in the making then don't be scared to voice your opinions, I thrive off of critics (well nice ones)

So like I've said and will keep saying thankyyyyyyouuuu