The Not-So-Quite-Love-Story Story

Chapter 1- "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Ethan Rivers"

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Started: 16/10/14

**Claris Jacobsen**

It was a typical Monday morning; sad and dreadful.

In true English style it was raining cats and dogs outside. This weather was depicted on the stormy faces of teen spirits that bustled through the narrow hallways of All Saint's secondary school, mumbling about how much they hate Mondays. I couldn't blame them, I too was feeling lethargic and wanted nothing more than to slip back into bed and sleep into the next sunrise. Unfortunately I had to make do with having some 'catch up' time against the hard cold surface on my locker. Honestly, I was getting some serious 'Z's on my locker.

"Hey sweet thang" I almost fell off my locker as Addy's voice startled me out of my sleepy state. Groaning, I turn around to acknowledge my best friend, who's bright smile was slowly turning into a quizzical look.

"No offence, but you look as if you've been hit by a bus".

"Oh thanks" I say with bland sarcasm "I'm really feeling the love"

Addy pulls my arm, forcibly making me link arms with her to regain my balance.

"There's news on the street that you boy-toy is on the prow for a new girl"

My whole body goes into a spasm of cringes as she says the word 'boy-toy'. No, Ethan Rivers was not my 'boy-toy'; he was the next victim on my hit list, and Addy is soon to be added to the list if she doesn't stop referring to Ethan as my 'boy-toy'.

Ethan Rivers was your typical bad-boy, hot and rebellious. Personally, I think that he's just another rich kid acting out and going through a 'bad-boy' phase because of his parents money and power.

"A piece of advice Addy: Don't piss me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies".

"God, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?"

"You-"

As a snappy response was meant to come out my mouth, a peculiar sight from my perpichal vision made me stop in my tracks and look.

I froze.

Holy.

Fucking

Shit!.

There it was, my black lacy bra flying high on the flag pole and furiously flagging through the rainy wind. I could see through the glassy double doors, students slowly gathering around the bottom of the flagpole and looking up in wonder. I burst outside, the rain instantly absorbing into my clothes and creating a clammy feeling.

"And there she is Ladies and Gentlemen. Let's applaud to Claris Jacobsen, the owner of this sexy piece of lingerie"

When I heard that voice, everything froze. The students, my bra waving on the flagpole.... everything melted in the background and all I could hear was the sound of anger pumping furiously in my heart and all my eyes were zoned one, was the pair of hazel eyes staring intensely back at me. They were full of mischief and triumph.