Breaking the Boys

Chapter 1

“ I can’t believe I’m doing this” I mutter under my breath , whilst I shove the red pump onto my foot  causing me to cry out. “ shit”.

“you know you don’t have to this” the familiar voice of my best friend laughed out ,  I glanced up quickly to see a wide grin etched onto her  face. This so wasn’t funny and defiantly the wrong time.

“ I so do and you know it” I wince as I manage to finally slip my half a size to big foot into these half a size to small red heels. “ Yes” I yell , they’re on thank god , how I was going to walk in them was another problem for later.

“ You know if you just bought heels like I said …” She stopped as I glared at her then she let out a small laugh whilst bouncing on my bed. Gritting my teeth fighting the urge to tell her to get off my bed my ocd kicking in. This sucks.

“ Yeah yeah , I should’ve bought heels like you said , whatever happy know”

“very” Blair smirked flipping her brown hair past her shoulders. Blair knew very well that I wouldn’t buy heels , I never wore them , never wanted to , never needed them until know.

I stood up and attempted to walk to my full length mirror , blocking out blairs hysterical laughter as much as I could. Turning to her I placed my hands on my hips and gave her my best death glare to which she laughed even more.

“ God Blair help a girl out here , I have to look great for him” . Leaning forward she grinned at me “ A makeover” She stared into my eyes , my nervousness flooding out. “ sure” I sighed , trying to block out her high pitch scream.

A week earlier

 I slammed my locker door shut , “ Ariel” a high voice squeaked I spun round quickly, it was Blair. “What crawled up your butt and died, it’s your first day here, act like you’re a little excited” Blair said biting into her apple staring wide eyed at me.

“Nothing, I am excited, I just , ughh”

 “Okay would you repeat that in I don’t know fluent English”. She emphasised on the word fluent. I turned and shot her a glare.

“okay , okay I’ll be quiet” , we walked to the end of the corridor in silence, apart from the constant crunching of her apple and the bustling background noise from the school. “Honest what’s wrong” Blair grabbed my arm looking at me worriedly ,   

“I’ll tell you later” I murmured.

 “kayy meet you after math”. I hate maths.

Almost after that very thought they entered, the boys. The most attractive jerks you will ever meet nonetheless I hate them. Why you might think – I just do. Running my hands through my hair I glance around almost regretting sitting at the back of the glass. Almost.

“Why are you late “ my old maths teacher barked , almost on cue they all spun round , flashing dangerously flirty smirks at our professor ,who was an old female btw. I knew I was going to hate her as well.

“We were working out” Kyle spoke out in a soft tone, staring miss right in the eyes, waiting until she blinked or looked away. Which she did , they always did. Kyle was the nicest, that’s what I heard from all the rumours that floated round the school, he was blonde, had blue eyes and was about six feet , on all varsity teams and was pretty much perfect. Blair’s words not mine.

Next was Cole, a totally different story tattoos ran down his torso and his arms, piercings through his ears lips and tongue, his piercing green eyes stood out contrasting his dark brown hair. The girls favourite, allured by the bad boy image and sadly I wasn’t immune either.