The prologue
It is a beautiful day. Correction, it was. Before i saw him in his stupid baggy clothes with his stupid grunge t shirt and stupid black headphones, AND his extremely stupid cohort filled with dumbasses. His father the richest man in the city probably owned all the buildings, and despite the school being a government owned building, probably donated tons of money to our school every year (which explains the renovations on the 3rd floor which is currently off limits) which explains why he walked as though he owned the school, which also explains why our principal drives a cadillac.
I seethed in silence as he walked past me with completely oblivious to the evil eye I casted upon him. Though one of the girls walking with him whispered something in his ear while giggling making him look back at me.
I cringed and turned away before he thought i was being a total creep, (which does not make matters any better). Making him think im a creep makes things more rocky between us. And the more rocky means the more hectic. The more uncalled for. And uncalled was unknown. I hated the unknown. And i most especially hated Caleb Hawke.
