Chapter 1
P.o.v: Arnia
Age: 19
The day started with the usual bird chirping. Today is my first day in this college. My previous college got shut down due to some drug dealers. They were transferring us to a different college, but I decided to move out of my apartment and buy a better apartment. I was done decorating the apartment yesterday now all I need to do is attempt to survive in this college. The last college I went to was somehow filled with bullies, I got bullied a lot because I wasn't as girlish as the girls in that school. I don't apply makeup, I like guns, I like bikes, I like leather jackets and I wear hoodies and T-shirts half the time. I survived in the last college, I just have to survive this time.
I got out of bed and took a shower. After showering, I got dressed. I walked to the mirror and took a look at my reflection. I have black hairs. My hairs are naturally straight from the tip but a little wavy in the end, which gives them a perfect look. My skin tone is warm ivory. I have acne problems, but it isn't really visible, and I never got bullied for it. My eye color is ocean blue. I have dark circles under my eyes because of all the crying I did last night. My outfit is a white T-shirt with black jeans, black sneakers and black leather jacket. I brushed my hair and left 'em open. Walking out of my room, I took a look at the kitchen but not wanting to get fat, I skipped breakfast and took a walk to the school. I have my bike, but I prefer walking to the school to lose weight, so I don't get bullied.
I walked to the administration office and grabbed my schedule. Furthermore, I walked to the first class without checking my locker. The bell didn't ring yet, so hopefully I get some time to think about my survival in this college. There are Fifty desks in this class, so I think the total number of the students will be Fifty. The desks contain blank white chits on 'em, so we would be assigned a desk for the rest of the year or maybe just for a month or week. I just hope I get a quiet person next to me also I want to sit as far from the teacher as I can.
Soon the room was filled with students. A boy with the same outfit as me sat next to me and just focused on his work. I took out my sketchbook to sketch a new idea. I hope it comes out as I hope it would. Likewise, I started my sketch. Getting lost in arts is one of my hobbies. Before I could finish my sketch, a teacher walked in the room. He looks a little young for a teacher, and he is kind of attractive. We all stood up to greet the teacher, but the person next to me showed no respect and kept his ass on the seat.
“Good morning. Sit down.” We all sat back down.
“How many students are there? Can someone count them for me?” The student who was sitting on the front seat, middle row stood up and started counting. I bet she will be the class representative.
" Everyone is going to introduce themselves one by one by telling us their name, age, and hobby. Today's class is for one hour, so this should be done in fifteen minutes maximum. I will start my name is Brian Cox, you can call me Mr. Cox.” The introduction started, and I didn't pay attention to any of it, instead I just finished my sketch. After I finished my sketch, I decided to pay attention to the intro.
“My name is Brianna, age is 19 and hobby is to fuck guys and decorating random stuff.” Everyone started laughing at the girl who was sitting in front of me.
“My name is Rosa, age is 19 and hobby is to do make up.”
My turn.
“My name is Arnia, age is 19, will be 20, next week and hobby is riding bikes and sketching.” I didn't mention how I like shooting, but I didn't even use a gun once in my life. Everyone started murmuring and I sat down. The person next to me just waved his hand and everyone was confused.
“Continue without me. I have no interest in this shit.” The guy spoke in a sexy voice. His voice is even better than my favorite character! Every girl started staring at him.
“Hey, you have to introduce yourself or else you can get out of my class and never return.”
“I would get out of your class, but I am here for someone, so just continue whatever you are doing, I won't interrupt.”
“Introduce or get out.”
“Fine. I am Andres, age is 21 and hobby is to ride bikes and use guns.”
“Good. Just show some respect to me.” Andres rolled his eyes and sat with his hand on my sketchbook.
“Let me check the sketch.” Andres spoke a little lighter than before. I held it tighter. No need to check my sketchbook. He snatched it.
“Your sketch is perfect, why didn't you let me see it before.”
“Well uhh it is not good.”
“I just said it is perfect.” I stared at it. What is good about this? I drew a sketch about the human flesh on a bike shooting a human skeleton while the human hearts lie on the ground in trash. Both the human flesh and human skeleton had a brain in them. It isn't even creative. Everyone was soon done with their introduction and the teacher begun telling us all about some math stuff. In the last ten minutes of the class, we all wrote our names on the desks we were sitting on. Everyone got out of the class except Andres and me. I was just packing my stuff and Andres was staring on something on his phone.
“Arnia, I want to see you whenever you are free.” Mr. Cox spoke.
“lunch time?”
“Yeah okay. I will be in this class.”
“Okay Sir.” I walked out of the class and held my schedule to my face. I just stepped towards my locker and dropped some of my stuff in it. Before the bell rang I ran to my science class and got in the seat which was at the end of the class. A person sat next to me and I ignored him without even checking who he is. His torso indicated that he is a boy. His clothing looked like mine, so I was confirmed that he is a boy. The teacher walked in the room and my head rose. Everyone except the person next to me stood up and greeted the teacher. She asked us to sit back down. From the corner of my eye, I checked the person who was sitting next to me, and he was Andres. Same class again! I looked ahead and felt him staring at me. I just ignored him and wrote my notes down. He kept staring at me for the rest of the class, and I kept ignoring him. After the class ended, I walked out of the room and went to my locker. I took my outfit out for the self-defense class and went in the girl's changing room. I changed my clothes and placed the ones I was wearing in the locker. Furthermore, I ran to the gym and reached just in time. Likewise, I went in the back so no one sees my ass while I stretch, and once again I was next to Andres. I stretched and did all the stuff the trainer asked me to do, after that, I stepped out and changed my clothes. I looked at the schedule and it was lunch time. Reaching Mr. Cox's classroom, I walked in.
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“Hey so Arnia right?” I nodded.
“Did you like my way of teaching?”
“Yes sir.”
“No need to be so formal. You can call me Brian.”
“But sir, you asked them-”
“I asked you to call me Brian.”
“O… Okay.”
“Do you like my fashion sense?”
“Ye… Yeah.” He stepped next to me and I got the danger sound going off in my head. He touched my thigh and I just stood there like a stone. His hands slowly reached my ass and his hands roamed around my ass, soon they were holding the top of my jeans. He slowly reached in front of me and tried unbuttoning my jeans, but before he could, I flew out of the room and ran as far as I could. I was in the hallway when I ran out of breaths. I stood there with my hands on my knees, breathing heavily and sobbing at the same time. I walked to the ladies restroom and splashed water on my face. When I got out of the restroom, I felt scared like I was about to get killed, but I know it was worse than a dying experience.
“What happened? Why are you so pale?”
I got out of bed and took a shower. After showering, I got dressed. I walked to the mirror and took a look at my reflection. I have black hairs. My hairs are naturally straight from the tip but a little wavy in the end, which gives them a perfect look. My skin tone is warm ivory. I have acne problems, but it isn't really visible, and I never got bullied for it. My eye color is ocean blue. I have dark circles under my eyes because of all the crying I did last night. My outfit is a white T-shirt with black jeans, black sneakers and black leather jacket. I brushed my hair and left 'em open. Walking out of my room, I took a look at the kitchen but not wanting to get fat, I skipped breakfast and took a walk to the school. I have my bike, but I prefer walking to the school to lose weight, so I don't get bullied.
I walked to the administration office and grabbed my schedule. Furthermore, I walked to the first class without checking my locker. The bell didn't ring yet, so hopefully I get some time to think about my survival in this college. There are Fifty desks in this class, so I think the total number of the students will be Fifty. The desks contain blank white chits on 'em, so we would be assigned a desk for the rest of the year or maybe just for a month or week. I just hope I get a quiet person next to me also I want to sit as far from the teacher as I can.
Soon the room was filled with students. A boy with the same outfit as me sat next to me and just focused on his work. I took out my sketchbook to sketch a new idea. I hope it comes out as I hope it would. Likewise, I started my sketch. Getting lost in arts is one of my hobbies. Before I could finish my sketch, a teacher walked in the room. He looks a little young for a teacher, and he is kind of attractive. We all stood up to greet the teacher, but the person next to me showed no respect and kept his ass on the seat.
“Good morning. Sit down.” We all sat back down.
“How many students are there? Can someone count them for me?” The student who was sitting on the front seat, middle row stood up and started counting. I bet she will be the class representative.
" Everyone is going to introduce themselves one by one by telling us their name, age, and hobby. Today's class is for one hour, so this should be done in fifteen minutes maximum. I will start my name is Brian Cox, you can call me Mr. Cox.” The introduction started, and I didn't pay attention to any of it, instead I just finished my sketch. After I finished my sketch, I decided to pay attention to the intro.
“My name is Brianna, age is 19 and hobby is to fuck guys and decorating random stuff.” Everyone started laughing at the girl who was sitting in front of me.
“My name is Rosa, age is 19 and hobby is to do make up.”
My turn.
“My name is Arnia, age is 19, will be 20, next week and hobby is riding bikes and sketching.” I didn't mention how I like shooting, but I didn't even use a gun once in my life. Everyone started murmuring and I sat down. The person next to me just waved his hand and everyone was confused.
“Continue without me. I have no interest in this shit.” The guy spoke in a sexy voice. His voice is even better than my favorite character! Every girl started staring at him.
“Hey, you have to introduce yourself or else you can get out of my class and never return.”
“I would get out of your class, but I am here for someone, so just continue whatever you are doing, I won't interrupt.”
“Introduce or get out.”
“Fine. I am Andres, age is 21 and hobby is to ride bikes and use guns.”
“Good. Just show some respect to me.” Andres rolled his eyes and sat with his hand on my sketchbook.
“Let me check the sketch.” Andres spoke a little lighter than before. I held it tighter. No need to check my sketchbook. He snatched it.
“Your sketch is perfect, why didn't you let me see it before.”
“Well uhh it is not good.”
“I just said it is perfect.” I stared at it. What is good about this? I drew a sketch about the human flesh on a bike shooting a human skeleton while the human hearts lie on the ground in trash. Both the human flesh and human skeleton had a brain in them. It isn't even creative. Everyone was soon done with their introduction and the teacher begun telling us all about some math stuff. In the last ten minutes of the class, we all wrote our names on the desks we were sitting on. Everyone got out of the class except Andres and me. I was just packing my stuff and Andres was staring on something on his phone.
“Arnia, I want to see you whenever you are free.” Mr. Cox spoke.
“lunch time?”
“Yeah okay. I will be in this class.”
“Okay Sir.” I walked out of the class and held my schedule to my face. I just stepped towards my locker and dropped some of my stuff in it. Before the bell rang I ran to my science class and got in the seat which was at the end of the class. A person sat next to me and I ignored him without even checking who he is. His torso indicated that he is a boy. His clothing looked like mine, so I was confirmed that he is a boy. The teacher walked in the room and my head rose. Everyone except the person next to me stood up and greeted the teacher. She asked us to sit back down. From the corner of my eye, I checked the person who was sitting next to me, and he was Andres. Same class again! I looked ahead and felt him staring at me. I just ignored him and wrote my notes down. He kept staring at me for the rest of the class, and I kept ignoring him. After the class ended, I walked out of the room and went to my locker. I took my outfit out for the self-defense class and went in the girl's changing room. I changed my clothes and placed the ones I was wearing in the locker. Furthermore, I ran to the gym and reached just in time. Likewise, I went in the back so no one sees my ass while I stretch, and once again I was next to Andres. I stretched and did all the stuff the trainer asked me to do, after that, I stepped out and changed my clothes. I looked at the schedule and it was lunch time. Reaching Mr. Cox's classroom, I walked in.
⚠️⚠️
“Hey so Arnia right?” I nodded.
“Did you like my way of teaching?”
“Yes sir.”
“No need to be so formal. You can call me Brian.”
“But sir, you asked them-”
“I asked you to call me Brian.”
“O… Okay.”
“Do you like my fashion sense?”
“Ye… Yeah.” He stepped next to me and I got the danger sound going off in my head. He touched my thigh and I just stood there like a stone. His hands slowly reached my ass and his hands roamed around my ass, soon they were holding the top of my jeans. He slowly reached in front of me and tried unbuttoning my jeans, but before he could, I flew out of the room and ran as far as I could. I was in the hallway when I ran out of breaths. I stood there with my hands on my knees, breathing heavily and sobbing at the same time. I walked to the ladies restroom and splashed water on my face. When I got out of the restroom, I felt scared like I was about to get killed, but I know it was worse than a dying experience.
“What happened? Why are you so pale?”
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