Strings Attatched

|Chapter 1|

"Mrs.Vander, may I please have a new partner. I don't think Jack will take the project seriously and we both don't get along the greatest." I ask politely as possible. I swear she hates me so she probably will not budge.

"No." She says sternly. "What are you going to do if you get partnered up with someone in the work force and you don't like them? Are you gonna complain to your boss or put up with it for the mean time?" She roars, and by now the entire classes attention is on us.

"I'd rather get fired or do the project alone," I smirk while looking from the class and back to her. I cannot believe what had just left my lips. I would never dare to back talk any of my teachers but I refuse to be partners with a low life scum.

I swore I could see her eye twitch. I could tell this wasn't going to end well. "Madison Victoria Greensbury, get back in your seat now and do your project with Jack. I refuse to say another word about your silliness with who you are partnered with!" She shouts softly but is clearly bothered by my actions.

I fold my arms on my chest and huff in annoyance. I walk heavily on my feet and slump back into my seat. He is going to be the reason behind my back grades and I refuse to let that happen. I hate him, and I cannot believe this is even reality right now. I'd rather be partners with someone who would make me do the work. That basically describes my hate for the boy who is not innocent at all, may I add.

"So what country do you want to do our project on?" He asks staring directly into my eyes. I cringe at the word 'our' and make a sour face towards him.

"Canada," I say flatly. Canada has always been one of the places I want to travel most. It has everything you could ever dream of. Everyone there seems so sweet and harmless compared to everyone in America and everything seems more pleasant. Plus they have ketchup chips and lays chips. The part of America where I'm from, we don't have both of those.

"Why?" He scoffs loudly, drawing attention to the both of us. If he is expecting me to take this project lightly, he is far wrong. I refuse to let my grades slip and that is that.

"Because they have everything so freely, and over here we seem so trapped and up tight. They seem happy, but that could be stereotypical, I'm not too sure." I say in honesty. I'm tired of everyone thinking I'm just a popular girl who gets bad grades. I work hard for the grades I get.

"Wow, so fascinating," he applauds me with sarcasm. I could so easily punch him in the face right now but every fibre of my being is telling me to get over his pathetic self.

Before I know it, class is over and I'm storming out of the doors. I would rather take math every day for a year than have to deal with that situation again. He infuriates me, I cannot even come to describe how he makes me feel, all I know is that it is something beyond miserable.

I storm down to the girls change rooms and throw on a pair of tight gym shorts, despite the length. It is senior year, so of course I have gym with other guys and it truly sucks more then ever, considering Jack is also in my gym class as well.

I skip out of the change room and walk casually into the gym with a clump of other girls behind me. Unlike them, I am actually here to do physical activities. They just come because if they skip one more time they will be kicked out of the class and will have to go to summer school for it.

"Good Afternoon class," Mr.Porter says with a smile to all of the students. "Today we are doing our last class of basketball, so please grab a partner and get a ball." He instructs.

I walk around and find Taylor shortly after. Her and I partner up and I wait as she jumbles with the ball. We make some passes before Mr.Porter tells us to pack it up and leave one ball out.