Three Quarters Devil

Chapter 1

What shall I write for this essay?

Once upon a time there was a girl called Hayley (that's me!). She lived happily ever after. The end.

I joke.

Wow I'm hilarious, don't know why I'm still in school, when I could get a whole career in comedy. Then I could write a whole autobiography on how I used to get shit grades but still end up successful and be all amazing and stuff. Yay.

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"You have 5 minutes left. Make sure to read through your work, blah blah blah" Mrs Bitchface was giving her usual end-of-test speach.

She might well just say "I really should shut up now but I'll just spend the last 5 minutes telling you why it's important to check your work when you could actually be writing something useful instead"

Well there was really no use in me checking through because I had only wrote the date and my name. Reckon I will grab a few marks with my correct spelling of 'Monday' and 'April'.

English was never my strong point, but then again neither was art. Or RE. Or history. Or anything to be honest. Except French. I was decent at French.

The bell rang and I was the first out, as always. I don't know why I always rushed to get out of the lesson, because it was always just to go to another one. But I wasn't one for logic. I met Kim at the lockers to go to art together.

"Woah, what's with you?" Kim always reacted to expressions.

"Huh, well I just saw your face, and it hurt my eyes"

She pretended to look hurt.

"Sorry, I'll wear a mask next time, like you already do. Hey, you know you put on the wrong one today, it's not Halloween."

"Yeah, I didn't want to make you feel too ugly."

This is what most of our conversations sounded like. If anyone else had said that to me, I would have murdered them, but me and Kim had been best friends for 3 years. Since we were 14. Since Aura's boyfriend almost killed me. That's why me and Aura were sworn enemies. Forever.

We took our time to art. We were doing some sort of gay printing thing. I don't know why I ever chose art for A level. I guess it was because Kim did it, and I wanted to sound clever, doing 5 subjects at A level. But everyone knew I was going to fail them all, except French.

"You're late, girls" Mr. Cheltnam pointed out.

Never...I thought we were fucking early...

We slumped down at the back of the room in our usual spot.

The class seemed awkward today. There was something weird. Just as I was wondering what it was, I saw it. Or him, to be more respectful. There was a new kid, and Mr. Cheltnam wasn't even going to bother introducing him. Way to make someone feel comfortable.

He had dark coloured hair that arranged itself perfectly on his head. Not going to lie, it was quite nice, but maybe more conditioner next time.

"I think you should stop staring at him now, freak."

I snapped out of it straight away, and felt myself going bright red. Kim snorted loudly, and mostly everyone turned to look at her. And me, the tomato sitting next to her.

Thats when I realised his face was quite hot, too, especially his jawline and cheekbones. His eyes were scarily dark, though. They were practically black. In fact, I was thinking that he had contacts in.

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"I'm Tanner Reid" he stuck his hand out. Jeez that's a hot name, I thought.

"Hayley. Hayley Waters." I replied.

"So, are you not gonna shake my hand, then?" he said, expressionless.

I turned bright red.

"Oh yeah, uhm sure!" I grabbed his hand an shook it, probably with too much 'enthusiasm'.

There was an awkward silence. Why did Kim have to abandon me?

"So...what's your next lesson?" I asked.

"History. In A6" he answered, still with no emotion whatsoever.

Shit. That was my next lesson. And I didn' sit next to anyone.

Much to my surprise, Tanner was told to sit next to me in History. It was the most awkward thing on earth.

I couldn't wait to tell Kim what a great impression I just made of myself in front of the hottest guy I had ever met -.-