The Pretty Reckless

Chapter 2

It's a funny thing looking death in the eyes. It changes you, makes you somone you never wanted to be. No matter how hard you try you'll never be the same. An even stranger thing is looking death in the eye and surviving it or in my case being rescued from it.  I was always that girl who wanted more in life no matter what it cost. Little did I know that would cost me everything.

High school. It sounded so normal that it was weird for me to even consider going there. Yet here I was in the parking lot of my new school. I could see people looking at me trying to get a glimpse of what was behind the helmet I was wearing. I rolled my eyes at this. All these people looked the same. The boys with their preppy cloths and the girls with their designer cloths and handbags. Who brings a handbag to school? Seriously? I look down at what I'm wearing. My light ripped jeans with a white tanktop and black leather jacket looked to casual to what they were wearing no wonder they kept staring at me. Oh well.  That and it was in the middle of the school year and probably weren't expecting anyone new to come at this time of year or at all for that matter. As I get off my bike everything falls silent. Way to be dramatic I think rolling my eyes once again. I take off my helment and hear the gasps that come from the crowd making me want to face plam myself. Instead I make my face an emotionless mask not letting anyone see the irriation I have for them. Idiots. I put my helment in my bag and make my way up to the school ignoring all the stares. I walk into school and head for the office which is right infront of you when you walk in.

I walk up to the desk and clear my throat trying and failing to get the attention of the secretary that won't get off the phone. I clear my throat again but instead of looking up and getting off the phone she holds her finger up telling me to wait. Hell no. I think as I slam my hand on the button making her hang. This time she looks up furious only to cower in fear of my intense glare.

"Next time you ignore me like that the phone won't be to only thing not working," I say coldly. Mentally smirking when she pales. When I didn't get a response I became even more annoyed but instead of showing it I hardened my glare. "Do you understand?" I ask icily.

"Y-yes of course. How m-may I help you?" she answers nevously.

"I'm Alex Summers and I need my schedule for class."

"O-oh yes of course. Just give me a minute to get it for you," she says searching her desk for it. As I take a look at the clock and see that I'm already late for my first class. Damn bitch made me late. "Here you are," The secretary says snapping my out of my thoughts. I grab the paper and leave without a word. I look down at my schedule and notice that I have english first period. I look at my watch and see that it is twenty minutes into the peiod. Seeing as there is no point in going to half of class I walk outside and take a seat on a bench pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. As I sit there I feel the familiar feeling of being watched. Keeping my hand close to my knife I look beind me to see the same boy that was by my motel room.

"Just can't stay away can you?" I ask cooly. He snorts making me raise an eyebrow.

"Don't flatter yourself sunshine your sitting at my bench'" he says cockly making me roll my eyes.

"Didn't realize anyone owned it you should really put you name on it," I say emotionlessly.

"I did," he says walking towards me and pointing to carving that was made on the bench,"See." I look at the craving more closely and see that it is indead a name. Jason it says. So Jason owns a bench? Who does that? I think as I stand. He smirks think that he's won intill I start digging into my bag a grab black spray paint.

"What are you doing?" he questions while I ignore him and spray right over where he craved making the wooden bench have a random black streak on it.

"There," I say putting the paint back in my bag, "Now its everyone's bench." He just stands there looking from me to the bench with a dumbfonded expression. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a class to get to," I say expressionlessly just as the bell rings.

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Hours past and I figured out I had Jason in four out of my seven class. I also figured out that he seems to be the school's "bad boy" and player. Ha bad boy my ass. Not that I blame them, compared to the rest of the people at this school he's as bad as they come. Another thing I figured out is that the people here were very nosey including the teachers. They seem to want to know everything about you. Only problem is I'm not a sharer. That explains why I have detention on my first day of school. To bad I couldn't care less I think as I walk out of school with the rest of the kids. I could see people looking at me still as if I was some kind of alien and waiting for me to attack at any moment. What did you expect? That the looks would go away in a couple of hours? I  scolded myself. As I make my way to my motel the only thing going through my mind is how long I could stay here before they find me once again.