Titanium Academy
Stella’s POV
I take a deep breath as I pull up to the school of severely rich and snobby kids. As much as I’m going to regret this, I have to because my parents want me to learn from my dumbass mistakes. I get off my motorbike and walk up to the huge glass house.
The door automatically opens, and the house is packed with drunk kids. Seems like the people that live here with me like to party. I sigh and grab my floating suitcase. I walk through the drunken kids and pass a bunch of red-faced guys checking me out. “Stella Conner?” I turn around to see a tall chick with white hair and glasses before me.
She has a beer can in her hand and she’s staring at me like I should know who she is. The one thing I know is that she screams angelic powers. It disgusts me already that she’s an angel. I give her my scariest death glare and say, “Should I know you?” She almost looks offended.
I laugh as she pouts and stomps toward me. “Stella what the hell? We used to be friends.” I smirk at her because she must be out of her mind. “I don’t have friends, Kelly. I only have enemies.” She scoffs and stares at me, then she surprises me with a smile. Stupid fucking angels. “Well, we will be friends, cause your living with me and we’re going to have the most amazing parties!” Now it’s my time to scoff. “Fuck you, Kelly.” I say and storm off upstairs.
I find a door that has my name on it and walk in. I frown when I see a couple in my fucking bed. I clear my throat and the two look up at me. Their faces are priceless, as they realize who I am. The guy looks around as if wondering where the fuck he is.
“This isn’t my room.” he says with a deep groggy voice. I laugh and stare into his dark eyes. “No shit sherlock.” I say with a grumble. The female whines at the guy and he tells her to get out and he’ll be there in a minute. When the girl leaves, he gets up and walks toward me. “You must be the amazing Stella Conner Kelly keeps talking about.” I growl lowly and give him the death glare of a lifetime.
He smirks down at me and I’m just now realizing how tall this guy is. “Get out of my room and take your goddamn slut to a different fucking house.” I grumble at him, and he chuckles. He gives me one last look and leaves, closing the door behind him. I look around to see a room that looks like a fucking unicorn barfed in it.
Pink everywhere and satin sheets? Who's fucking idea was this. I grumble and flick my wrist. I smile, now this is how I like it. I change the sheets to black cotton with stars on the comforter. The walls are lilac purple with my guitar hung up on the wall and my keyboard against the wall underneath it. I flick my wrist again and my clothes are in the closet. A purple beanbag chair with a tiny desk is set up on the floor across the room.
Once I feel better with my room décor, I flick my wrist one last time and I’m standing in front of a mirror looking hot as ever. I’m wearing a black halter top with a purple leather jacket and a black and purple skirt with white stars covering the top of the skirt. I slip on a pair of black boots and walk out of the room and down the stairs.
As I’m walking through the crowd of people, I start hearing them talk about the mysterious witch that just showed up out of nowhere. I smirk and turn into the room that looks like a kitchen. “Hey, hot stuff. Can I grab you a martini?” I turn around to see a green haired boy looking down at me with hooded eyes.
I smirk and push him slightly. He tumbles down, just as expected by his drunken state. “Listen weirdo, I don’t drink fruity stereotypical alcoholic drinks that most of these snobby white motherfucker's drink. If you want to get me a drink, get me a fucking whisky.” I growl and he steps back with fear written in his eyes. “God damn woman, that’s all you had to say.” He shouts and I walk off toward the fridge, grumbling “Asshole” under my breathe.
There's a single applause sound behind me and I turn around to see the tall dark eyed boy from before. Looks like he ditched the slut and is staring at me with hunger in his eyes. I give him a smirk and walk towards him. "Are you wanting to get me a fucking martini also? Should I push you to the ground like a ragdoll too?" I say with so much snark in my voice. He smirks down at me and takes a step closer.
"No love, you seem like you can handle yourself and I'm not as drunk as Liam anyways." he says, and I frown. So, the weirdo with the green hair is named Liam. Good to know in case I have to beat his ass.
I really study this guy and realize in the light that he's totally hot. "Whatever. Anyways, you know my name, I'm sure you have a white boy name like green haired weirdo over there." I say pointing to Liam in the living room dancing with some bimbo with black hair. The hot stranger laughs and there's a sudden change in his eyes from dark to bright gold.
"I guess you can say that. Rodrick is the name, but my friends call me Roddie." For once I actually smile at something one of these snobby buffoons have t say. "Well, Roddie, you're the first person that has made me smile in a long time."
