~Can You Fix The Broken~ [Monty De La Cruz]

Chapter 1

"You can't fall in love with me, Sadie." He whispered into my ear, tucking a thin piece of my blond hair behind my ear, "I'm bad for you. I'll ruin you."
I lifted my finger to his lips, silencing him. I could see the rare sight of vulnerability in his expression. We were so close, our faces only centimetres apart now, my head tilted up to look him in the eyes through my eyelashes.
"You can't decide what's bad for me." I replied, bringing my lips closer to his, and I could feel his breath against my skin.
I pressed my lips onto his, and he knew he wasn't able to pull back, as much as he felt he should've done. His right hand found itself attaching to my cheek as he deepened the kiss, my hands snaking up to run through his hair. I could feel myself moving backwards, Monty's dominating side coming through as he leads us to a wall. My back then came in contact with the cold glass of a windowed wall, shocking the bare skin on my arms as I was wearing only a tube top. Monty's left hand then reached to my side, sending electric shocks racing through my bloodstream, and an array of goosebumps forming on my arms as we continued the kiss, more frantic now.
He pulled away for a brief moment, lowering his head to make it the same level as mine, "I'll hurt you." He told me, before planting a kiss on my neck, leaving a faint yet noticeable mark which I would have to cover with my hair for the rest of the day.
"No." I breathed back, my hands gripping his hair harder as he gently nibbled at my skin, causing the hairs on my back to stand up, "I don't believe that."
He looked into my eyes, and for the first time I could've sworn they were tear-glazed, "I will. But I'm too selfish to let you go."

My head ached as I opened my eyes, the bright sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains and blinded me. My duvet had somehow found itself on the bedroom floor as I lay sprawled out across the mattress, my legs feeling the cold September air. I was prepared to go back to sleep again, not caring about the duvet that I desperately needed to not freeze to death, but then I heard the loud shouts of my foster mom from the bottom of the stairs, yelling my name repeatedly.
"I'm up! I'm awake!" I'd shout back, my voice croaky and dry: I was amazed she could hear me.

It was my first day at Liberty High, and my first day at a public school — I'd always been homeschooled by my previous foster parents, but then they moved to Australia and the social services wouldn't let me go with them. I wasn't aware of the social scenes at a school, and all I had to go from was what I'd seen on TV shows. As I pulled together an outfit, I began to worry, anxiety creeping up on me as I thought about going to a school. Would I make friends? Would people like me? What if I didn't fit in?
I was hoping to go into school and nobody know my background, who I really was and my past, otherwise, I was fucked. This was my second chance at a fresh start, and I wasn't down to screwing it up. I heard Marie shout my name again, so I dashed out of my room, grabbing my bag from the door handle as I dashed towards the staircase.
"What took you so long?" She asked, motioning to a plate of toast on the side as I slid into my seat.
"Sorry, I overslept." I told her after taking a sip of the orange juice that she'd put on the table.
Marie tutted, "Hmm, you mean procrastinated."
"Whatever. Same difference." I replied before taking a hefty bite out of the toast, "What time does school start anyways?"
She checked her watch, then froze, her eyes widening a little as she looked over at me, my hair still unbrushed and my shoes left untied; "In ten minutes!" She exclaimed, throwing my a hairbrush that she's left lying around, "Hurry, we've got to set off now — and do go thinking I'm giving you a lift every day!"
Grabbing my arm, she practically dragged me out of the house, my bag millimetres from the ground as she forced me into the car. I fumbled to brush my hair, eat my toast and tie my shoelaces as Marie drove the car down the street towards the school, undoubtedly speeding slightly.

As we pulled up to the school, she parked in an empty spot near the main door; there were no other students in sight, except this one person wearing a light blue varsity jacket, embroidered with a large L on the front, but it looked tatty and rough, as if it was the only jacket he ever wore. My eyes watched him as he entered the school, but I was focussed on his face. He was extremely good-looking with a perfected jawline and tan skin, his light brown hair rugged but it somehow looked hot, and his physique was fit, but I couldn't help notice the large red-purple bruise on the left side of his cheek, however I assumed he must've gotten into a fight or something to do with sports and didn't think much of it.
"Sadie." Marie snapped, returning me to my senses, "Grades. Not boys."
I sighed, she was right after all. Junior year was important for colleges, and as I said, I needed a new start and getting good results and grades was the only way of getting my life back on track and to stop me from ending up like my biological family.
"Yeah, I know." I smiled at her before climbing out of the car, sliding my bag over my shoulders in a not-so-graceful manner.
I looked back over to the door, and I saw him staring at me, his eyes glued to mine for a few seconds too long. Realising I was staring right back at him, he headed off and around the corner, the glass' reflection preventing me from seeing much of where he went. 'Grades, no boys' I repeated as I made my way to the door, flinging it open to reveal the inside of Liberty High. I stood there for a few moments, taking in the large corridor lined with lockers and bright, colourful posters. It was empty and quiet, only the echo of my shoes as I walked to where I hoped the reception was, but then I heard the sound of someone else behind me, their footsteps stopping as I did: I knew I wasn't the only one in the corridor.
"Lost?" A voice asked from behind me, sounding smug.
I turned around, my eyes landing on his face again, the bruise more noticeable now, but his jawline looked sharper and his deep brown eyes staring at me, and his lips were in a confident smirk with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets.
"No. Not at all." I retorted, folding my arms, "Any reason for you to be stalking me?"
He shrugged, "I'm not stalking you. And the main office is that way." He told me, pointing in the opposite direction to where I was walking.
"Yeah, I knew that." I told him, and he chuckled, his eyebrow raised at me, obviously unconvinced.
I walked past him, purposely nudging his shoulder, smiling to myself, forgetting all about my 'no boys' rule. I headed left, hoping it was the right way to go.
"Wrong way." He called after me, and I heard him laugh loudly.
I spun around on my heel, "I was... exploring." I called back, passing him once again, our eyes meeting briefly as I made my way down the corridor.

Eventually, with the help of someone named Clay, I managed to find the office, where I was handed my timetable and optional extra-curriculars. I was also apparently supposed to be given a tour during the next period, however, it seemed the student who was going to give it to me was ill — Courtney Crimsen I think her name was.
"I don't really need a tour." I said to them, "I can find my way around."
Just as the lady in the office was about to answer, I heard his voice again, jokingly commenting from behind me, "Are you sure about that? You go lost-"
"Montgomery, shouldn't you be in class." She asked him, glaring at him with intense annoyance.
He shrugged, "Yeah, but I hate physics so I don't really care." His eyes then looked at me, "I'll give her the tour."
She shook her head at him, her glasses sliding down her nose slightly, "You're failing four classes, I can't let you do that I'm afraid."
"I'll do extra revision," he responded, "It's not-"
I chuckled softly, amused, "You desperately want to give me this tour, don't you?"
His eyes refused to meet mine, but he shook his head in defeat, "I just hate physics." I wasn't convinced, "And fine, whatever. Clay'll probably give you the tour then."
He let abruptly, forcefully opening the door and letting it swing shut slowly, the reception lady's eyes staring after him before reading Clay's name out on the telecom, telling him to come to the main reception immediately. It sounded like he was in trouble by the way she spoke, but I knew better and that was obviously not the case.

After about ten minutes, I saw a very unenthusiastic familiar face enter the room, holding the sides of his backpack, a very dull smile on his face. When he was told to give me a tour, he didn't seem rather happy about it, but then again he didn't seem too irritated by it either.
As he toured me around Liberty, I became aware of how sarcastic he was, but yet in an amusing and somehow comical way. However, I also became quickly aware of his hatred for the jocks here, and at this point, I couldn't differentiate between sarcasm or not. He mentioned how everyone in the blue varsity jackets are jerks and how they treat everyone else like low-life peasants. Yes, they are the exact words that came out of his mouth.
"What about Montgomery?" I asked him, and his expression dropped in an instant.
He furrowed his eyebrows at me, "Do you know him?"
I shrugged casually, not making a big deal out of it, "We briefly met earlier, and I'm just curious."
Clay shook his head, "He's the best mate of the biggest dickhead in school. I'd stay away if I were you."
"Why, who's the biggest dickhead in school?"
His eyes landed on a muscular, posh-looking guy in a much cleaner varsity jacket: he was laughing and joking, pushing his friends around; "Him. Bryce Walker."
"Yeah, I can see why now." I watched him for a few seconds more, "If Montgomery's his best friend, where is he?"
"Behind you."
It wasn't Clay that had spoken, but instead that same husky voice from earlier. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, and from the corner of my eye I could see Clay's visual annoyance by his presence.
"Monty, what are you doing here?" Clay growled, turning to face him, and so did I.
He grinned, "What does it look like? I'm skipping."
"Then why aren't you with Bryce?" Clay questioned, his tone harsh and aggravated.
Monty shot me a look, smirking, "He's raving about this new car his dad bought him. I don't really care."
I could see Clay wasn't convinced. He was going to say something back, but sighed and gave up as he turned around and left in the other direction, leaving me the stumble after him, trying to catch up. I looked back over my shoulder, only to see his eyes glaring back at me intently with that same smug grin, his bag slumped lazily over one shoulder. It sent my heart racing, but I composed myself and walked away from him, flicking my hair as I walked around the corner and out of his sight.

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Hey everyone. I'm super nervous to write this story as it is my first 13RW book. Firstly, I have altered Monty's character a little bit because I do not support rape and have made it so Monty hasn't done what he did to Tyler. Secondly, I am from the UK so I'm not that familiar with the US schooling system, so if someone wants to give me a mini lesson then sign me up. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and don't forget to vote and comment because it honestly means the world to me.
Oh, and if there are any errors please let me know be used I always seem to miss them when I'm editing.    
          ~ Gracie xx