My Tears

Chapter 1: Tears of pain

WARNING: This story has course language!

Dylan's P.O.V

CRACK!!

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the whole caffeteria. Everybody stopped what they were doing, jerking their heads towards the source of the sound.

"You stupid b****!! Why don't you just go crawl in a hole and die!! Nobody wants you here!" I winced at the loud shrieking voice of my girlfriend Brianna. Honestly, I don't even remember why we were together. I looked at the poor girl, the second victim of my girlfriend in a week. Brianna saw me and started walking towards me, "Oh Dylan, you don't know how much of a b**** Alana was being! I want her out of our group, you know what she called me?" Brianna sobbed into my chest, I patted her, just for show, I knew for a fact that she was only faking it.

"What did she call you?" I asked her, just to please her and again, just for show. To show that she and I were the perfect couple. The jock and the cheerleader.

"She-she called me a slut! Kick her out of our group! She doesn't deserve to be my friend!"

I scoffed internally. She's such a hypocrite.

"We'll see." I answered instead.

I looked up from Brianna's face to see that everybody was eating up the act that I was faking with googaly eyes. I noticed that Alana was still standing in the entrance of the caffeteria, cradling her left cheek with tears streaming down her face, tears of pain be it physically, mentally or both. She was actually a very nice person, unlike me she didn't do anyting to put on a show for her entire student body, she just acted like herself. I actually liked her the moment Brianna introduced her to my mates and I. It was strange to see her cry since she was always bright and happy.

For a course of many years I have studied the reasons behind tears, just as an interest. I found it amazing how the tears knew when to come out and when to stop. It was also interesting, the reasons behind tears why people cry when they are physically/mentally/emotionally/socially hurt. Tears are generally a representation of sadness or pain. Why? Why do people cry?

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Sandy's P.O.V

The gates of Eastwell High School loomed friendlily over its entrance. If gates could even do that. The student carpark was filled with various coloured cars, some pastel, some fluroescent. All in all a good first impression. As I got out of my Jeep Cherokee a group of gossiping girls with caked faces passed me. That's alright. Typical students. I double checked my bag, 4 exercise books, pencil case, scientific calculator, money, coat , water. Okay all good.

I waved in and out of the hordes of students and made my way towards the Front Office. A bell jingled cheerily as I pushed open the door.

"Hello, welcome to Eastwell High School! I'm Cordelia." A lady sitting at the reception said with a smile. Friendliness and welcomety 10 out of 10.

"Hi!" I replied just a excitedly. "I'm Sandy Silverstone. I'm new to this school and I'm here to get my schedule if it's ready."

"Oh! Right yes, Sandy Silverstone."

Cordelia walked towards a box of files and searched through it mumbling Sandy Silverstone, Sandy Silverstone, Sandy Silverstone...

I looked around the office and saw a display cupboard filled with a variety of trophies, shields and medals all gold or silver. School achievement 10 out of 10.

"Aha!" I jumped back from the cupboard alarmed by the sudden cheer of accomplishment. "Sandy Silverstone class schedule."

Turning around I saw Cordelia waving a piece of pink coloured paper in triumph.

"Here you go hun, your class schedule, anything else?"

"Could I possibly get a map?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

Cordelia chuckled lightly fishing out a map and handing it to me. "Have a good first day!"

Pulling the door open and strolling outside I sucked in a deep breath, checking my surroundings then referring to the map. As I was figuring out which direction to turn a body slammed into my own and dropped to the ground. I looked down and saw a girl my age, offering her my hand I pulled her up.

Once she was upright and standing I took a good look at her. Tear tracks ran down both her cheeks and her nose and eyes were red. Her beautiful brown gold coloured hair tumbled down her back in a tangled mess. On the side of her left cheek was a purpling hand mark. "I'm sorry" she whispered. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

"That's alright! I should be the one asking you that question!" I tried to lighten up her sad mood.

She gave me a tight lipped smile then said, "You new here? Cause I haven't seen you around before?"

"Yep!"

"Knew it! Want some help getting around?" She looked a bit happier now.

"Uh.. yes please."

"I'm Alana, you?"

"Sandy."

"Isn't that a horse name?" she asked bewildered.

"Heh.. yeah normally.. I think it is.. ha ha.." I replied awkwardly casting my eyes towards the ground.

"Oh my gosh sorry!" She exclaimed, "I didn't mean to offend you."

"That's alright, none taken."

We looked at each other then burst out laughing. "Well Sandy, which classroom are you in for roll call?"

I looked at my schedule. "16."

"Really? That's right next to mine! Let's go!"

Alana practically dragged me with her, every time we breezed passed a group she would tell me their name and social status.

"Right, okay, we're here, what class do you have first?"

"PE." I winced at my reply. Yep I definitely don't want to go. I hate running, the literally only thing I'm good at in PE is standing on the side lines and cheering for my team. Slider hockey was the only fun bit of PE, the only bit that I was reasonably okay at and enjoyed.

"Okay, I've got Textiles, in the same direction, I'll wait for you outside and take you there!" Alana suggested then when I nodded she took off into her own roll call classroom, saluting me a goodbye.

The moment I walked into my classroom it went dead silent. Heads turned to gwak at me and face stared like I was some kind of alien. Okay... Dot.. dot.. dot. Heh he...

I gave them a small smile and an awkward hand wave before trudging to an empty seat in the middle row. Their eyes followed me til I sat down, bulging when they saw where I was sitting. What?....

A series of claps seemed to snap my roll call classmates out of their trances. "Alright, alright class, stop staring, its rude and its not like you've never seen a human being before. Ms Silverstone, would you like to introduce yourself quickly to the class?"

No, I thought.

"Yeah sure!" I answered instead. "I'm Sandy Silverstone and I'm new here, my current social status is zero but I hope it gets better."

Then the door slammed open and the bell rung. A very hot boy sauntered in and greeted the teacher, "Dylan Laxington at your roll call, Mr Malcom."

"Sit down sonny."

Dylan looked over to where I was sitting and his eyes zeroed onto me. His eyes narrowed as he made his way towards me, stopping right at the front of the desk. He leaned his elbows down and brought his face close to mine, to say that it was breath-taking was an understatement. His jade green eyes bored into mine and his soft jet black hair caressed my forehead, his pink full lips parted and whispered:

"You're sitting in my seat cupid."

(Hi this is the author, that's the first chapter written, still needs editing and stuff but please vote, comment and follow. All comment are welcome! Also if any of you lovely readers have plot ideas for this book feel free to suggest! :))