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Chapter 2

Sky's P.O.V

Today is the first day of school. Well, talent academy. In Foster academy, they specialise in theatre, music, dance, sports and art but they do teach us normal subjects like English, history, math and science.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The uniform was a white long-sleeve shirt, a black blazer with the school logo on my left side top-pocket, black pencil skirt and a pair of black tights. I wore black ankle boots and tied my hair up in a high pony tail.

I honestly thought wearing a uniform was gonna be annoying but turns out, it's actually very time-preserving since I don't have to dig through my closet to find the perfect outfit.

Time for breakfast. I can do this. I can do this.

Come on, Sky! You know almost every line from Pride and Prejudice, you've gone all the way to hell and came back without a scratch because that's who you are. You are a fighter. You can do this.

I can do this. I can do this.

I walked outside my room to bump into someone.

"Watch where you're going!" a guy said in a slight Italian accent. I kinda liked how he sounds.

But seriously? 'Watch where you're going!'? That is so last decade.

Fuck staying quiet and being the good girl. I need a release from all this stupid burden.

I looked up at him to see possibly the most gorgeous guy ever. His distant grey eyes held no emotion whatsoever. They were just blank. Not even a hint of annoyance for bumping into me.

His jet black hair had a few strands covering his left cheek. For some weird reason, I wanted to lift those strands of hair and see what's underneath. What he has to hide. I mean, it can't be worse than what I have.

Ok, focus, Sky. He bumped into you and didn't apologise, plus, he blamed it on you.


"You're the one who needs to watch where you're going. You bumped into me, I didn't bump into you," I scoffed.

There was a glimmer of surprise in his eyes and it disappeared just as quick as it came to be replaced by the same cold expression.

"Keep on talking like that and you will definitely get in a lot of trouble," he said without even a hint of any kind of emotion in his voice. Usually, it made it easier to read them when a person didn't speak like a fucking robot. But, apparently, this guy doesn't have a heart.

"Oh, and why would you care?" I raised a brow.

"I don't. No one here ever will. Nobody cares about the good little new girl. You won't have anyone and everybody hates you. That's why you're in a boarding school in the first place. If you're staying here or going to this academy, then watch your mouth or else there will be consequences," his tone got low this time and I could tell that he was angry.

I know I shouldn't but hey, what the hell have I got to lose?

"Your words will never hurt me. No one's ever will because I don't give a shit about what they think of me or whether they judge me or not. I say what I want because that's who I am. I don't care if I get into trouble because I do not care," I said and turned around to head downstairs but froze on the spot when I heard his next words.

"It's not because you don't care. You actually care a lot. You said that because you have something on your mind. A secret," he stood in front of me and I looked at his intense gaze to see them directed at me.

"The real question is, what's your secret?" I asked as I eyed the strands of hair covering his cheek. He seemed to notice this. His jaw ticked and his fists were clenched.

"Oh, no one really has the guts to go after that when they have a perfectly vulnerable new girl who could spill her guts out at any second," he cocked his head to the side.

"What if the new girl has the guts to go after that?" I raised a brow.

"Then we'll see whether she can or not, shall we?" he said and there was this devilish glint in his eyes that told me all I need to know.

Change of plans. I'm going to befriend that son of a bitch no matter what it takes.


I walked into the dining room to see that there were people who were talking and eating.

On the other head of the table, was the guy that I bumped into but he was barely talking. He was listening very very carefully to every word that the guy next to him was saying.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped towards me and they had this challenging look in them. I replied by giving him a smirk that said, Piece of cake.

There were 2 places left on the table. One was next to Maya and another was right opposite to Mr Obnoxious which was on the other head of the table.

I confidently pulled the chair out and sat down. Now, all eyes were on me. Lacey was on my right and gave me a reassuring smile. Maya was sitting next to Lacey and she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

I looked around at everyone else to see that they were all staring at me as if I were some kind of alien or something. I mean, it might be because I'm American but, who knows?

I picked up 2 pieces of toast and applied strawberry jam to it. They were all watching me very carefully. I had this feeling at the pit of my stomach that if I do something wrong now, then that will be their first impression of me. The Clumsy American Girl.

Finally, when the pressure was too much, I asked, "Can I help you?" They all averted their gaze and continued eating but didn't talk.

"So," the girl to my left started. "What's your name?"

"Skylar but you can call me Sky," I smiled at her. "What's your name?"

"I'm Serene," she smiled back. Great. I interacted with 4 of these people. Only 5 more to go.


I slung my backpack over my shoulder and was about to walk out when a guy with dirty blond hair walked towards me.

"Hi, my name is Hugh. You're Sky, right?" he flashed me a million-dollar smile.

"Yup," I smiled.

"Fancy a walk towards the academy?" he asked.

"Ok, I'll 'fancy' that," I said in a confused tone.

"You are going to need to learn a lot more British English if you want to survive here," he chuckled.

"Alright then, lead the way, Hugh," I said.


"Wait, wait, wait," I said as I reminded myself of the words once again. "So, 'nicked' means 'stolen' and 'plonker' means 'idiot'?"

"I'm impressed," Hugh chuckled. "That's two more British words you have learned today."

"What can I say, I'm a fast learner," I smirked.

"That you are," he smirked down at me.

I rolled my eyes and walked into Foster academy.

"Welcome to Foster academy, Skylar Johnson," Lacey said as she came from behind me and linked her arm through mine. "Sorry, Hugh. You can flirt later. I have to do my duty as a kind cousin."

"Bye, Hugh-" I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye since Lacey pulled me by my hand and dragged me to the entrance.

I took out my timetable and Lacey helped me through everything. Even to just get to my first class that was Classics which was basically a bit like History but in Classics, we focus on artefacts and myths and legends.

"Seriously, I'm alright, Lacey," I chuckled.

"I know, but it's the least I can do for you," she smiled. "Anyways, have a nice day and try to stay out of trouble."

"Sure," I said and went into class. Lacey left to go to her class which I think was Maths. There were only a few students at first but as soon as I stepped in, all eyes snapped to me.

What is this? Have they never seen an American?

My eyes scanned the classroom until they met with a pair of cold grey ones.

I walked towards where he was sitting, which was at the back of the classroom, and sat in the chair right next to him.

He had a quizzical look on his face and raised a midnight-black brow at me.

"What? By far, you're the only person that I know here," I shrugged and he bought it thankfully.

Oh, I will befriend you, Mr Broody...

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