*Aiken*
I leaned up against my bike and watched her walk away. I won't lie. The chick's hot! I just wouldn't ever tell her that. When I first moved here three years ago, she was the first one that caught my eye. She had long straight dirty blonde hair and bright light green eyes with gold specks. If the sun would hit them just right, they seemed to glow. She had the body that any model would love to have, curvy in all the right places. She is stunning. But what really caught my attention was her eyes. If you focus really well, she has this haunting look in them. Something, that at first, drew me to her. Like she had a past or was keeping secrets. And I knew all too well what that felt like. But as soon as she opened her mouth, all those thoughts went out the window full speed. I realized, she was a self centered, rich, spoiled brat. I wanted to think I just imagined that look, but I would be lying if I did. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I swore I saw it again. Like she was reliving something.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to go get my schedule and stop thinking of a rich barbie with a perfect life. Hell, you can tell by looking at her. Nice car, nice clothes, perfect hair, makeup, and nails. Yep, rich, spoiled, perfect brat. She doesn't know anything about life's hardships. Walking into the office, I grabbed my schedule before quickly scanning it.
1. Homeroom
2. Physics
3. Guitar
4. English
Lunch
5. Calculus
6. Free period
7. Government
8. Gym
Yep, this is gunna be an easy year. Now, I just have to get rid of the snobby bitch walking my way. "Have a fun schedule?" Eva said with fake niceness, trying to get a peak of my paper. The next thing I know the sheet is ripped from my hands by Barbie, herself. I turn to yell at her, but refrain from it as I see her, not so happy expression. "Fuck my life," she screeched, getting the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Alright, I was done being patient. "What the hell has your panties in a twist, Barbie?" If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under right now. I knew she she hated the nickname. I just can't help it. She gets all riled up and feisty. "I have to start and end my day with you, asshole! Just stay out of my way, and we will be fine!"
Breaking into the biggest smirk, I replied before walking out, "This is gunna be fun!"
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Teen FictionEva Brant has lived two seperate lives since she could remember. Just because she is abused at home, doesn't mean she is going to let it define who she is while she is at school. She has learned to push the bad thoughts away and smile while she stil...
