Chloe Price fanfic (Romance)

The new girl

I was new to blackwell academy, and everyone seemed to notice it.
All eyes were on me as I walked past the main door.
My heart was racing so fast, I felt like it could explode.
I tried my best to keep my gaze at the floor beneath me.
I was a little bit shy sometimes, and I got really shy whenever people stared at me, obviously.

I decided my phone was my best option at that moment, I started tapping on it as if I was really doing something, but I was just pretending, I was way too nervous to actually be able to concentrate on anything.

Eventually I got to my dorm room, I had one all to my self, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I closed the door behind me a took a deep breath, relieved to be out of sight.
I spent the rest of the day unpacking and fell asleep exhausted right after I finished, without even changing my clothes.

When I woke up the next day, the sun light came through the window, it was a really bright morning.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was raining and dark, but it didn't work, it felt like the sun rays were stabbing my eyes.
I always hated the summer mounths,
I hated the heat, the yellowish tint that everything had, I hated the sun.
I loved winter, I loved the dark sky and the rain, I especially loved the cold weather that allowed me to hide In my big coat.

I got out of bed and went straight to the mirror.
The light freckles on my nose and cheeks were barely noticeable against my fair skin that looked paler then ever, my too long hair was a mess since I didn't brush it yet.
I stared at my reflection for a few seconds, my eyes stared back at me anxiously.
I brushed my brown hair for about 15 minutes, it always took too long.
When I finished, I felt the stress creeping in again.

I had to take a shower after all the work I had done the day before, and the showers weren't as private as my room was, there were about 4 or 5 showers for the whole floor to use.
I breathed in deeply and took my shower supplies with me.
I was praying I'll be the only one there, though I knew the odds for that were almost nonexistent.

Just as I entered I saw a girl washing her face, she was taller then me, almost everyone are, I'm only 5'2.
She turned to face me with a shy smile om her face.

"Hey, your new right? Me too, sort of, I'm max" she seemed nice.

"Yeah I'm new, I'm Avery" I smiled at her.

She stared at me for a few second, scanned me from head to toe, when she saw I noticed it, a blush started forming on her face.

"I'm so sorry! Don't get the wrong idea I'm totally straight, it's just that you're so beautiful, it's hard not to stare! And your eyes are just so unique I've never seen this color before! Are you a model or something?" She giggled nervously.

That was a question I was asked a lot. Many people told me I was beautiful, many men stared at me, sometimes women too, well, they especially stared at my body.
I was slim, I only weighed 97 pounds, yet my bra size was D, I had a tiny waist, and my body shape was considered "perfect" in the eyes of most people, which of course, was flattering, but beauty isn't just a bless, it could be a real curse, as I knew very well.
And besides, I didn't like being this tiny, I always tried to gain weight, but I just couldn't, I guess the reason for that was genetics, my mom was just like me before she died.

"Thank you so much max, I'm not a model, and I think models are way taller then me anyway" I giggled and tried to change the subject
"So do you like it here?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I used to live in Arcadia Bay but I left 5 years ago. Now that I'm back I'll have to find the guts to talk to my ex best friend, we hadn't talked in years, I'm kinda scared." She looked at me with sad eyes.

"Hey, I'm sure she'll be happy to hear from you!" I wasn't sure about it at all, but I really wanted to make her feel better.

"And if you need anything, I'm staying in room 133" I told her while making my way towards the shower.

"Thanks Avery! I guess I'll see you around" she smiled and got out of the room.

After taking a shower I dressed up, I put on skinny light blue Jeans, a tight white top that exposed my shoulders and white sneakers.
I brushed my teeth and walked out of the showers room.

I had to get back to my room to get my books and put them in my locker.
I'm very clumsy, so it was no surprise to me when on my way there I clashed into someone and fell to the floor.

"Watch where you're going b*tch!" He yelled at me, his eyes seemed enraged.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled.
When I said it he finally really looked at me, right into my eyes, his gaze started looking calmer then, it looked like he was regretting the way he spoke to me.

"But you didn't have to talk to me like that" I added silently.

His gaze was full of rage again, he grabbed my arms with a hard grip and his face got really close to mine. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

"Let go of me! " I yelled back at him.

"I RULE THIS SHITHOLE I CAN DO WHAT EVER THE FUCK I WANT" His eyes seemed crazy.

"You're hurting me!" Tears started falling down my eyes, I was sure I'll have bruises from his hard grip.

"I.. I didn't mean to I.." he mumbled,
and loosened his grip on me, I ran away from him as soon as I could, I didn't even let him finish the sentence.