Until I Met You

Chapter 1: Rosaline

"Oh my god, Rose, I absolutely love you're shirt. You have to tell me where you got it," Tammy pleads, tugging on my blouse.

She's standing a bit too close for my liking and everytime she opens that annoying mouth of hers, my ears practically bleed due to her obnoxious squeaky voice. How anybody can put up with her for more than two seconds is beyond me.

"OMG," I make sure to make my voice sound high pitched and dramatic. "You know that new shop that opened downtown?" She shakes her head vigorously. "Well I got it there for like only fifty dollars".

Tammy's mouth drops open in shock and it takes every ounce of the little control I have left not to start screaming at her.

"I am so going there after school and getting that top. Daddy will be so proud that I didn't go over his limit this month!" She runs away excitedly, clapping her hands.

It's moments like these where I want to hurt something, or more like someone. If I didn't think people like her existed before, I sure as hell do now. People are so dense. Well, I guess I shouldn't include everyone because Tammy is notorious for being the school bimbo. Of course her dad has millions of dollars and she's practically set for the rest of her spoiled life. She's obviously figured that out by now because she's as dumb as a rock. Hell, I don't even think she has any indication that she's been going to school for the past seventeen years. People like her surprise me, and not in a good way.

"Rosaline," my best friend, Kate, walks up beside me.

"Hey Kate," I nod as I shove a book into my locker.

"New outfit?" she smirks knowingly.

"Yeah, you know, talked the manager into getting me a discount," I wink.

Kate chuckles.

I slam my locker shut and we start walking down the hallway toward our first period class. I try not to pay any attention to the curious gazes as people stare at our outfits, our hair, and our makeup. Always trying to figure out what's in and what's out. 

"Hey Rose," Derek smirks, checking me out as he walks by.

Derek Crawford. Captain of the football team. 6'2" with messy brown hair and impeccable blue eyes. I swear you can see the ocean through those things. I guess that's why so many girls get lost in them. 

"Derek," I nod. 

He smirks, flashing his impossibly white teeth. Does he whiten those things or are they just naturally that bright? Because I was definitely blinded just now. I find myself squinting a few times, trying but failing to regain my vision. Yep, definitely blinded. 

I turn toward my classroom on my right and look toward where I believe Kate would be if I could actually see.

"Is it just me or is Derek-"

Something bumps into me hard, causing me to stumble backward onto my butt. My backpack hits the floor as well, but luckily nothing falls out of it.

"What the hell?" a masculine voice yells. He sounds extremely pissed off. Well, join the club man.

"Yeah, maybe you should ask yourself that question, asshole," I say, getting up.

Once I'm finally back on my own two feet, I look up at the douchebag and groan internally. Of course, this douchebag is none other than Asher Black.

Not only does he make himself out to be the school's very own bully but I hear he's a gang member. He doesn't bother hiding that fact either, judging by the tattoos on his body. I'm sure his mom must be so proud.