Chapter 1
I've been procrastinating on going to class. I don't care about school right now, I just care about surviving it. I'm walking down the halls, heels clacking the tiled floor, bubble gum smacking loudly between my teeth, bracelets clinking down my wrist as I move, ponytail bobbing as I swish my head, and backpack tapping my back as I move quickly.
I saw a teacher back there, by the bathrooms and I'm not in the mood for getting in trouble today. I've already had 20 referrals this school year so far. The school year hasn't even been halfway. It's only been 2 weeks since it started. I'm surprise I haven't gotten expelled yet.
Though, my parents are super rich, they told the school if they expel me, then they won't give them anymore money for the fundraisers and games. I laughed thinking about it. My parents claim their in love, but in reality, their not. they fight everyday. They try to care I'm even there, listening, but they don't try hard enough.
I don't even have to tell them I'm going somewhere, because they'll just act like I'm not even there. I can just leave the house whenever I please and not come back until they actually realize I'm gone.
Which is never.
My parents want me to go to college, little do they know that the school cancelled all my application's because of all the referrals. I started at a modeling gig here in Atlanta. My parents don't know about it. I started when I was 16. I was a sophomore. That was 2 years ago. My manager said that my body is tiny, but I look like a giraffe because of how tall I am. I'm 6'1. My manager said that my style is extremely dark and unique.
My whole wardrobe consists in almost black clothing. Tyler gave me a white sundress with flowers on it and a open back. I've never worn it. It's the only thing that isn't all black in my closet. Tyler says I might need it, so he won't give it to his girlfriend. Not to mention Zalia is bigger than I am. She would not be able to fit in any of my clothes nor want to wear them. Her wardrobe consists of brightly colored shirts. Some neon. I call her Neon Girl.
I honestly don't like Zalia, but if Tyler's happy. Then I am. "You there!" I wasn't paying attention. A teacher rounded a corner before I could get away from him. "Ward!" He yells. Ugh! Why had it have to be my philosophy teacher? I sprint down the hall.
A cold breeze crashes into me as I open the big white double doors. I look back to see if he saw me. I realized he was gone right when I crashed into someone. I fell to the ground, my backpack smacking hard on the concrete.
I look up to see a boy with bright blond hair and blue eyes. He's got on a hoodie that is pulled over his head. The only reason I could see his blond hair was because it didn't coordinate with the black hoodie he was wearing. He looked down at me and then walked away.
"You should watch where your going." He says. I look at him in shock. I thought I was the only one that talked to people like that. Before he could walk away I got up and walked fast to him. Yanking his hand back, I yelled
"Who the hell are you talking to?" He stares at me in disbelief.
"You." He said blankly.
I laugh and heave my shoulders so that my black crop top came above my belly button.
"Your funny." I say, laughing hysterically.
He stares at me blankly. "I'm not laughing." He says. "But I am." I say, pointing at my reddened face. My face gets red when I laugh really hard. Tyler says I look like a tomato. The guy doesn't look like he's having a good time. "Ward!" I turn around as fast as I ever have before. The principle is staring at me in a huff. He looks like he's trying to breathe but can't.
"Busted." The guy mumbles behind me. I turn around and smile at him. This is going to be a great day. I might make a new friend. "Sorry Mr. Stevens. I was taking this kid to his class. He was just sitting here doing nothing. I wasn't looking for trouble today." I say, with the biggest smile on my face.
Mr. Stevens sighs and turns around. "Just hurry up and get to class." He calls over his shoulder. I laugh and mutter
"Might as well masturbate in the bathroom than get to class." "What was that?" He says. "Nothing?" I say with a broad smile and stomp off. The boy laughs. "Shut up Blondie." I say. He still laughs his ass off.
"No you Ward." He says. "Not my name." I say. He laughs. "If your name isn't ward than what is it?" I scoff and give him a glare before saying "I'm gay." He brakes into a laughing fit and says "I knew it." He winks. I roll my eyes and say. "Do you really want to know." He gives me a look that I can't describe and says "Not if you don't want to tell me." I give him the same look.
"Staggs." I say. He looks at me weirdly. "What? Bet your name is worse than mine." I say. "Wanna bet?" He says. I take a five dollar bill out of my back pocket (which I stole from a locker I broke into) and place it on the ground in between us. "Let me guess." He says acting like he has to think. "That's stolen?" He asks. I laugh. "Tell me Blondie. Whats your name?" I say, waiting for him to tell me his ridiculous name.
"Naill." I brake into hysterics.
"Like." (snort) "From." (snort) "One" (snort) "direction"(snort). I don't know why this is so hilarious. He gives me a sideways glance like a dog. "I take it by your laughter that your not a One Direction girl. What? You like Hip Hop? Why you dissin' on my name Doooggg?" He says which only makes me laugh louder. I finally simmer down.
"No. I'm the rock kind of girl." I say. He smiles showing perfect white teeth. I give him the same smile back. I hold out my hand and say "Friends." He looks at my hand before placing his hand in mine.
"Friends."
