Hopeless

One: Just Moved

Monday:

First day of final year, my alarm clock making my ears bleed (not literally) as 6.30 am rolls around, I've not gotten up before 2pm all summer but honestly I couldn't care less

Another thing i did was bleached my hair and now it has a washed out pink, did the while new year new me a little literally, tattoos, piercings new wardrobe not that I felt like wearing anything other then sweats today

I wake myself up more and manage to get my makeup done then got dressed I already knew my outfit was gonna be taken the piss out of, I mean I go to a british school. It isnt too bad in the arts block but jeez going through engineering the testosterone levels and the ego levels hit the roof

I make myself an ice coffee to go before grabbing everything and getting in my car, I drive a VW beetle her names Betty shes a badass

Pulling up to the gates of hell- I mean school I can already see all the grimey year 7s running back and forth so excited, I'm glad they're kept in a separate building because I'm definitely not a child friendly person and might end up kicking one "by accident"

I just want to get this year over and done with so I can move to France and never speak to these pricks again honestly

I take: English literature, Art, psychology and history. It makes me sound smart but I'm not. History wasnt my choice there wasnt any space left in music so they just gave me a subject I never asked for

History first lesson:

"Ivy Montague" my history teachers voice boomed as I reached my desk, he wasnt like one of the fit history teachers you read about in all the Kpop fan-fictions or whatever, no he was a pervy, misogynistic, white, wrinkled, 50 year old dude

"Yes?" I sigh spinning on my heels and looking at him, he gave me the eyebrow raise you know you've done something wrong "yes. Sir?" I sighed correcting myself
"That outfit is not school appropriate"
"Sorry are my a-cups offending you" I smiled kinda proud of myself being that quick first thing in the morning was impressive
"Office now" He demanded, I hadn't even gotten to my seat yet before he was holding the pink slip out for me to take with me

By the time I left the hallways were already empty, wondering through the corridors procrastinating
"Knock knock" I sighed walking into the office, miss sara didn't seem too pleased for me to be there so early but it was chill shes a cool teacher

"New record" she smiled while typing something up on her computer
"Didn't even reach my desk, am I okay to head to miss clarks?" Shes used to me asking from last year
"Yeah of course, I'll totally make note you dropped by" she winked making me smile before leaving again

I walk to my art teachers room and I give a slight wave as I walk in standing at the back of the room waiting for her to stop talking to the class so I can speak with her

"Ivy so early" she sighed giving me the mother disappointment look
"It was norman! You know how he is with me, he just hates me"
"Well seeing as you're gonna be here for a while you can help me teach" she smiled innocently, I gave her an unsure look "just walk around and give advice"

I nodded and did as I was told, they were in my year so it was too awks as it could have been
"You know if you just an alcohol based marker then colour pencils you get a better colour pay off and you can build it more without 100 layers of pencil" I say standing behind one persons drawing "works best for realism" I shrugged taking a sip of my coffee

I walk around more and see this one person not really doing anything, kinda just writing down ideas
"You okay?" I asked sitting on the stool next to him
"Yes thanks" he doesnt look up from the paper
"Cool ideas you've got, what medium do you use?"
"Paints" he shrugged off, wow is this what its like talking to me

"I'm ivy, I havent seen you around here much?" Hoping to get more of an answer from them
"Yeah just moved from Manchester" he shrugged not really looking up at still, he had dark brown slightly curly long hair pulled back into a bun, defined jawline sort of had a face you wouldnt forget

"is there anything else?" He didnt say rudely but I know when I've over stayed a welcome they never wanted
"No sorry I'll leave you be" I stand up and carry on walking around the class room

. . .

When bell went i noticed him get up and leave pretty quickly, he was tall 6 ft at least yet he disappeared into crowds of people so quickly/ easily
"That's Harry new here" miss Clark said as she noticed me focused on him as he was walking out the room
"Yeah... he's... quiet"
"I've not got a word out of him all lesson neither could anyone else. You're the first person he's talked to"

I didnt reply but 100 thoughts ran through my head "anyways, you have 4th period off every day dont you?"
"Yeah I have extended lunch, why?"
"No reason" she smiled sweetly and I know shes up to something
"Fancy helping out in the class some more?"
"Of course I will, I have to go" I grab my bag and go rush after harry before it's too late

I stumble in my docs not seeing him on the crowded hallways. Fuck. Opportunity missed

After psychology and I went back to art
"Ah ivy nice of you to join us" she smiled being over nice I get suspicious straight away seeing 8 other people stood at the front of the class "so as I was saying these are your partners and models. Work with them work together create art, no you cant change decisions are final suck it up" she could be scary and she was locking eyes with me as she said the last bit

"Sara and Dallas, eva and Clair, ivy and harry, dylan and" I didnt listen to the rest. Harry didn't look up when his name was mentioned I just stared at miss Clark like why would she do that?

When everyone walked to their partners
"What is this." I say a little bluntly
"Just go" was all she said. I sighed and walked over to harry trying not to seem so... annoyed or displeased
"Heeyyy" I dragged out he just gave me a slight nod "so partner, what your first assignment?" He slid a piece of paper to me, 2 words modern technology

"Well can we start this tonight?" he shrugged not really giving me anything to work with "Your house?" I suggest
"No." He said a little too quickly "it's too busy" he said back in the same tone
"Sure I can do my house at.... 6?" He nodded and that's all I got from him all lesson