Madian's P.O.V
Well, that was certainly weird. He seems genuinely nice. But no, not all guys are sweethearts; they can make you fall on your knees and destroy your heart into tiny bits. Anyways, I have math Yey! Ha. Yes I know, math? Wtf am is this girl for real? To tell you this, I love math more than anything. Exercising your brains so you won't undergo Alzheimer's disease when you reach 60 or something.
"What's on your first period? I got Physics. Fuck it" Harper exclaimed.
"I got Chemistry how bout you Madian?" Brook said looking at my schedule.
I just grinned at the two idiots in front of me.
"Got the best subject ever!" I cheered fist pumping.
"EW, I don't know how you even understand those kind of shit." Harper rolled her eyes.
"What? Come on, it's easy as pie. " yeah, I was a little bit showy about my high IQ in mathematics. They're rare so suck it up.
"Easy for you to say, I nearly failed last year's semester." Brooklyn nearly failed in mathematics last year but, thanks to my oh so awesome intelligence she managed to pass.
"You're welcome, now come one the bells about to ring" Grabbing both of their arms and walking down the halls.
FIRST PERIOD
*Ring*
Ah, Hell finally started.
"Good morning seniors, as you all know, this will be your final year and high school"
Blah blah blah with the introduction. I continued to listen to Mr. Jackson's speech while some were busy with their phones or flirting with the opposite sex. Ugh.
"Okay, now let's start now shall we?." Mr. Jackson was about to write something on the board when a knock on the door interrupted.
"Sorry to bother your class Clarence but I just wanted to escort a transferee in your room. He's new and well he needs a buddy to tour him around. Can you do that?" Mr. Flin smiling at Mr. Jackson.
"Of course sir! It will surely be a priviledge let the boy in and I'll assure you he will be in good hands"
"Thank you, I must go now, I trust you with him Clarence" and he left.
"You're welcome sir. Come in lad and introduce yourself"
Then everything started to blur, fucking hell! It's him! WTF?! Why?!!!! Gasps filled the entire room, psh sluts. Staring at the greek-god like man in front of me sent tingles around my palms. I have to give credit he his damn gorgeous. Green eyes, chocolate brown hair, toned body. Woah. I can smell ego and pride around him.
"Good day mates I am Alexander Zachary Collins, 18 from San Francisco, USA . Hope I'll have a blast with all of ya" British accent! HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT.
"I can surely give you a BIG blast if you know what I mean." says the class whore Fray.
"Well, I hope that blast would be mind blowing because if not, your pretty face would probably be blown by this beauty" he said while looking at me.
HOLD YOUR HORSES! HE IS LOOKING AT ME! SINCE WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? IS HE PLAYING GAMES AT ME?!
I was gobsmacked. Wtf. I was about to retort back when Mr. Jackson interrupted the flirting.
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Be Loved or Be In Love
Teen FictionFalling in love was no intention of mine. I am, no wait, I was known to be a very cold-hearted girl. Yes 'was'. Let's just say 'love' was rarely used in my dictionary, and yes it was ONCE USED. "Some days are just bad days, that's all. You have to e...
