New school, new people, new country. Will Y/N be able to keep up her bad girl image or will she fall soft for the schools bad boy?
Here I was stood outside my new school. I’d just moved from the UK to Australia because my parents wanted a change, instead of redecorating they thought it would be a good idea to move thousands of miles away from my friends and family, ‘start a new life’ they said 'clean slate’. I took one last drag of my almost burnt out cigarette before throwing it on the ground and standing on it to make sure it was out, like it actually mattered, before walking towards the blue doors trying to ready myself for the hell that I was about to be thrown back into.
“You must be Y/N” I was greeted the second I walked in by a young woman in her early twenties sat at a desk with a computer to the side, “yeah” I said with a forced smile walking towards her, she turned and knocked on the heads door or 'principles’ before peeking her head through, balancing on one leg with one hand resting on the door frame and the other on the door handle, she informed him of my presence before quickly shutting the door and sitting back at her desk. “He’ll be with you in one moment” she said with a smile before drawing all her attention back onto her computer, I returned the smile before looking around at all the off white walls that were plastered with bright posters filled with positive messages as if it would help make whoever saw feel more comfortable.
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Bang! The entrance doors flew open to reveal a boy with red hair, eyebrow piercing and the most breathtaking green eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket that looked old, a nirvana shirt with a hole or two and ripped skinny jeans that bunched up at the top of his black boots. He walked to the front desk where the receptionist was not happy to see him “you’re late Michael, wa-” she was cut off by him “for the principle to deal with me, I know Sammy” he added with a wink, knowing the name alone would wind her up, her eyes filled with anger but before she could respond the principle came out “you must be Y/N” he greeted with a smile before turning his attention to Michael, my guess is he was the school’s bad boy. “Why are you late Michael?” he asked with a stern voice, Michael just shrugged with a smirk, his eyes flickering between me and the principle, every time he looked at me I could feel my cheeks get a darker shade of red from embarrassment causing him to chuckle.
The receptionist quietly called me, I walked towards her and she handed me my schedule and a small torn off piece of paper with two numbers, she explained the longer set of numbers were my locker combination and the two digits above was my locker number, before telling me the principle would show me to my first class. I thanked her before turning around to find Michael staring at me, not even trying to hide it whilst the principle gives him a lecture about him being able to do so much if he just applied himself. My eyes began to dart around the room avoiding eye contact with him.
“Y/N, what’s your first class?” the principal asked, his voice soft, I panicked unable to find words to reply so I handed him the piece of paper with my schedule on instead with a sheepish look.
“Science, room 115 with Miss Lean. Perfect!” I was surprised and confused with his enthusiasm “I can take you both there and make sure Michael attends this time” he added looking at Michael with a stern look before handing me my schedule back. He said goodbye to the receptionist and I flashed her a smile before following him through the hallway and to the classroom, he looked back occasionally making sure Michael was still following. The principle made small conversation as we walked, asking about my home and telling me that Miss Lean was nice and I had nothing to worry about. The whole time I could feel Michael’s stare, watching my every move.
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The principle lightly knocked on the door to the classroom, I was stood behind him, Michael behind me. He slowly opened the door and began to walk in, I followed looking straight ahead knowing everyone else in the room had there eyes on me. Michael brushed past me causing me to move out of his way out of habit, he put his hand on my lower back to stop me from bumping into him and flashed me a smile before retreating to his table in the back, the only empty table there was.The principle turned to reveal a short woman with blonde wavy hair that sat on her shoulders, she was in her early thirties to late twenties, her smile lit up the room and made me feel a little at ease. “This is your new student Y/N” the principal informed smiling down at us. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Miss Lean” she had a soft cheerful smile “hi” I almost whispered with a smile before looking down at the ground “do you prefer to be called anything else?” she asked still smiling. I looked up at her “Y/N/N, I go by Y/N/N” (Y/N/N – Your nickname) she nodded before handing me a thick textbook “this is what we’ll be reading from, take a se-” she looked through out the classroom for an empty seat before realising the only seat left was next to schools bad boy “there’s an empty seat next to Mr Clifford back there” she added before pointing in the direction. I thanked her quietly before walking towards him with as much confidence as I could muster at that moment.
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When I made it to the last row I noticed a boy in a football jersey winking at me with a smile, looking me up and down, I scoffed at him earning a scowl. Just as I turned to walk behind Michael I noticed the jocks hand move towards me, quickly grabbing at his wrist and tightening my grip making direct eye contact “you’re not my type pencil dick” his mouth opened and face filled with shock, earning chuckles from everyone near by, including Michael. I flashed him a smile before letting go and putting my book on the table, “what’s the matter baby, you not into boys?” he piped up making his buddy snicker “no, I prefer men who don’t feel the need to assault someone in order to get there attention”. The room filled with silence and shock from my quick response, I continued to sit there staring at the board waiting for Miss Lean to carry on with the lesson, which she did, causing everyone’s eyes to shift from me and back to the board.
Not long after the bell rang causing everyone to jump up and rush out of the classroom, I pulled out my schedule and checked to see what I had next 'English, 119 Mr Rhodes’ I sighed before standing up taking my book and schedule with me, heading down to my next class, wishing this day was over already.
