Damned if I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't) Alex Gaskarth Fanfic

I shift in the chair uncomfortably. I hate offices. I've been enough to say that wholeheartedly. With their cold, ugly squashed chairs, fake potted plants, wood and plastic surfaces. My hand drifts longingly to my pocket, where my iPod waits, practically begging me to use it, to escape the monotone drone of the prinicpal and the claws of my Social Services worker in my shoulder, but I abstain, if not glaring into the prinicpal's eyes and begging him to finish.

He pauses, mopping at his sweaty face. "You will get your rule book in the new students package. Here."

He hands me a bag, and when I look inside, there is a heavy looking book, pamphlets, various other papers, and a key.

I trust you will enjoy your time at Mary St. Clare's Academy for Young Ladies." He gives me the same sickly smile that I always get and ushers us out.

When we stumble into the hallway, my Social Services worker grasps my shoulders and bends down in her heels to reach my height and look me in the eyes.

"Listen. When you get out of here, in a year, if you find no scholarship or other means of help-you're on your own. I'm sorry, Ella, but you have to try and get a scholarship. You're very bright. I know you can do it." She smiles and hugs me. I'm stiff, but relax a little as tears come and burn my eyes. I don't let them fall, and when she releases me, I just grip my bags tighter as she walks away.

I'm left in the hallways, cold slick wood and marble alike.

I bite my lip and look around. Crap. Totally alone.

I'm beginning to feel hopeless when all of a sudden, a random door opens and a man, whistling to an unfamiliar tune, walks out, going through papers.

I freeze, but he still turns, as if hearing the awkward silence I have created.

For a second we just stare at each other. Then he does something unexpected: he smiles.

"Lost?"

I shrug.

"New student?"

I nod.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"I don't like wasting your time if you're a teacher here."

"Granted. But I can always spare time for new students." He walks towards me and when he's close enough reaches out a hand for me to shake.

Familiar with the gesture, but surprised as to why he's doing it, I take it.

"Mr. Gaskarth, Writing." He smiles and I smile back tentatively. His hand is warm and strong and clasps my small shaking one strongly.

"Uh, grade specific?"

"There really aren't enough girls here for grades. Only about a hundred."

"Total?" I'm astounded.

He nods. "About 25 or so girls per grade, 9, 10, 11, 12." He looks me up and down quickly, and I cross my arms over my chest and shrink back instinctively. "How old are you? What's your name?"

"17," I mutter, shifting my backpack strap. "18 in December. My name's Ella."

He nods again. "Senior I guess. Cool."

I look him over and say "Well how old are you? You look pretty young to be stuck here teaching dysfunctional and or slutty and or stuck up teenage girls."

He cocks an eyebrow as i raise my own and look into his eyes questioningly. He's got a slightly amused look on his face, but he doesn't reprimand me.

Because my statement is true. He looks about 24 or so, with darkish brown hair that shimmers red. It spikes out and fluffs up on his head. His eyes are big and brown, amused and sarcastic,  along with his smile and his face, dotted with stubble, that is actually pretty sexy.

He's wearing a white shirt, untucked, black pants, black sneakers, and a black tie. Honest to God, it's pretty damn attractive overall.

"25." He looks at my bags. "This all you have?"

"I'm an orphan. I don't get a lot of options for cool stuff, unless I have nice foster parents."

Sympathy flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't question anything, thank God. He picks up my second suitcase and, hefting it up, says "What dorm number are you?"

I look at the key give to me. "240."

"Alright, I know where the dorms are. Follow me." He starts to head off in a direction.

"Uh, I can handle it..."

"Nope, not gonna listen to it. It's 6:15. Classes are over."

"Uh-okay," I say uncertainly. I follow him, feeling my heart pulse in fear and suspicion.

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