Hey everyone! It'd be amazing, if you could check out the story I'm writing! Almost wrapping up season one of The Hive! It's loosely inspired by Gossip Girl, 90210, and Pretty Little Liars. Please, if you can, give it a read, and even more amazing, a review (if you want) 😊 Thank you!
Rachel squirmed in her seat, her hands throbbed from being squeezed so hard, and it’s likely that her lip has small cut on it from being bit too tight. Today was the start of something better, she could feel it. She glanced over the bus seat, her eyes landing on the back of Mr. Malchior’s head. His dark, curly tresses were swept off to the side, not a gray hair in sight. Every once in a while, he’d turn around to watch the other students for safety then turn back to the front. However, his eyes would never sweep over in her direction. Not once. Earlier as the students walked on the bus, he’d greet them with a short hello and that perfect smile of his. Though with Rachel, he didn’t dare make eye contact with her. He gave her a close-mouthed grin and a nod. Her heart cracked a bit at that. Rachel pushed a strand of her behind her ear, then cracked open the book on her lap. Her eyes would brim over the words, but she couldn’t understand what the story was telling; for her mind was pre-occupied with something else. Or rather someone else. The bus came to a hard stop, she jerked forward. “Mm-hmm” someone was clearing their throat, Rachel snapped her head up to see Mr. Malchior facing the other students. Rachel didn’t any go the kids she was with and quite frankly, they didn’t exactly fit the “coffee drinking, poetic, deep, tortured soul” type. They looked more like wanna be’s if Rachel could pick the perfect description for them. They wore clothes you’d see on Hollister models and had hair that was shiny, voluptuous, almost stiff. The girls next to her had on minimal amount of makeup that accentuated their high cheekbones and doe-like eyes. While the guys had clean-cut hair and sneakers so nice, they’d put her penny loafers to shame. “These were the gifted kids Mr. Malchior recommended?” She thought as she continued to observe them. From afar, they looked like they were a part of a different stratosphere and she was stuck at the bottom, where hell was. “Rachel?” Her ears perked at the mention of her name in that sexy English accent. “Hmm?” “Were you listening per chance?” Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. Mr. Malchoir had his eyebrow perched in curiosity, the other kids stared.....
