The Fight For Love - BOOK ONE

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- Chapter 6 | You Shouldn't Sit There

A N A S T A S I A


TURN IT OFF. I groan as I wake up to the sound of my very annoying alarm and try to turn it off. I didn’t get home until really late last night so I’m currently exhausted.

Finally, I get up and start getting ready for my first day back at the hell hole called school.

It was my dads idea for me to not draw attention to myself and just pretend to be the same girl as before and although I don’t like it, I’m still going along with it. I know that he just wants whats best for me.

I have to wear my old clothes for the first time since everything happened and I’m really not happy about that.

All of my tattoos are covered along with my belly button piercing. I even put on some fake glasses to add to the effect although I never needed them before, it’s just part of the act.

Once I get changed into some sweats and an oversized hoodie, I head downstairs to see my little brother Kaiden who almost always goes by his nickname, Kai, playing a game on the iPad that I gave him for his birthday.

“Hey, bud,” I say ruffling up his hair as I grab an apple.

“Don’t mess up my hair, Asia!” He yells, trying his best to put it back to how it was.

“Who are you trying to impress?” I ask him as I lean on the counter and take a bite of my apple.

“Nobody!” He says a little too fast and immediately starts looking down, blushing.

“Aww, my little Kaiden has a crush,” I say, messing with his hair again.

“Stop...” He groans, swatting my hand away as he then again fixes his hair.

“What’s her name?” I wonder who the little girl is that caught Kai’s eye.

“Izzy.” He says, shyly and I smile as I check the time, noticing that I’ve got to go.

“Good luck with your new friend, bud! I love you.” I say after I finish up my apple and give him a kiss on his head before heading out of the door.

I hate that since I’m the outcast, I can’t take my car or bike to school because it would cause way too much suspicion. So I have to walk a few miles to get there.

After what feels like forever, I finally arrive at school and take notice that nothing seems to have changed at all. Everything looks exactly the same as before.

I really hope that I’ll be able to hold in my anger during school, because when I get angry... Things aren’t pretty.

As I’m walking to the entrance doors of the school, I see everyone staring at me in disgust and whispering about me. Well, it’s not really whispering if I can hear them.

“Oh my god, she’s so ugly.” Someone says.

“Look at how fat she is.” Someone else says, and I don’t know what she’s talking about because even with the oversized clothes I don’t look fat.

“I bet she has a disease.” Hmm... That’s a new one.

Those are just some of the things I heard as I walked through the doors.

On my way to get my schedule, I notice more people begin to stare and talk about me, but I just zone them all out as I enter the office.

There was a lady at the front desk who looked way too young for the job and like she’s just here to stare at the boys, probably the bad boys who get into trouble. She was flipping through a magazine and chewing her gum loudly when I approached her desk.

“Excuse me?” I say, but she doesn’t look up or acknowledge me at all.

“Excuse me?” I say a bit louder this time, but she just brushed her dark hair over her shoulder before flipping to the next page of her magazine.

Oh my god, this lady is seriously getting on my last nerve, I thought impatiently as I could feel the anger rising in me and my fists clenching.

Okay, that’s it, I thought as I slammed my fist down on to her desk, startling her.

“H-how m-may I help you?” She asked, obviously scared which is probably because of the hard glare I’m giving her.

“I’m new, Anastasia Stone. Can I please have my schedule?” I asked in the sweetest voice I could possibly utter while keeping my glare on her.

“Here.” She said, handing me my schedule after hurriedly checking through her desk drawers for it. I smirked slightly as I took it from her as she seemed to be frozen in fear.

I walked out of the office, just as the bell rang for first period. “Damn, it’s my first day and I’m already late,” I muttered walking to class.

I still remember where everything is at, so I don’t need the map of the school that was attached to my schedule.

The moment I walked inside of my first class, all eyes were on me. I just ignored them and walked up to the teacher.

“Care to introduce yourself to the class?” I just shook my head no at him, not wanting to.

“No thank you,” I muttered as I turned towards the rest of the class and was about to go take a seat until he stopped me.

“Too bad.” He smirked. What the hell, it’s only first period and my teacher already hates me. This day is getting off to a really good start.

“Anastasia Stone,” I say, walking to the back of class as I take a seat next to the window.

The second I sat down, the entire class including the teacher gasped. It wasn’t long though before he got back to what he was originally saying before I came into class.

There was a girl sitting in front of me and when the teacher wasn’t looking, she turned around towards me and said, ” You shouldn’t sit there.”

“Why?” I ask, wondering if it’s someones designated seat, but I don’t really care if it is anyways.

“Because that’s where Ryder Gonzalez sits.” She says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

That name sounds familiar, but I just can’t place my finger on from where because I’ve got a shit memory.

“Who is he?” I know that he didn’t go here when I left two years ago, but its seriously bothering me that I can’t remember where I’ve heard his name.

“He’s the main bad boy here. Apparently, he’s in a gang too but nobody knows for sure.” She told me and I freeze.

It can’t be him, can it?

Everyone here already seems scared of him. I know that I need to lay low to be the outcast, but it doesn’t mean that I have to be that way entirely.

“If he’s so bad, I doubt he would be in class first period, so I’m not going to move,” I say as I take out my headphones and begin to put them in as I turn on some of my favorite music.

“Okay, it’s your choice, but you’re digging your own grave.” She tells me, turning back around and I just roll my eyes as I turn up my music. Taking out a notebook and pen, I begin to draw random doodles.

After five minutes pass by, I hear the door open loudly even through my music and glance up to see three guys enter the room, causing all of the girls to go frantic and start pulling all of their shirts down to show their cleavage while I just roll my eyes nonchalantly.

Taking my eyes off of them, I go back to doodling in my notebook until I hear a throat being cleared and I glance up with a bored look that soon turned to shock as I freeze.

The moment my dull brown eyes meet stormy blue ones that I remember so clearly, I have to hold back my shock.

I know I was warned, but I was just really hoping for it to be a coincidence — not for it to actually be him...

“Move. You’re in my seat.” He says like I’m supposed to have known.

“S-sorry.” I fake stuttered, picking up my things as I got up and began to walk towards an empty seat in the middle of the room.

“It’s not like it has your fucking name on it...” I mutter to myself quiet enough for only me to hear.

Honestly, I didn’t think he or anyone else could hear me until I got pulled back by the devil himself, Ryder, and he asked rather angry, “What did you say?”

“N-nothing,” I replied as I weakly attempted to get him to release his grip on me.

“Good, that’s what I thought.” Finally, he released me and I was about to go take my seat, but what he did next surprised me.

Ryder leaned down to my ear, making the breath hitch in my throat as he huskily whispered, “This isn’t over.”

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