Like a porcelain doll [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1: A Mysterious Boy

(Jean's POV -----------------> Jean!!)

Just another year at this hell hole known as public education, nothing new happens and nothing ever changes. Same old idiots, same old lies, same old friends and the same old smelly class rooms. From a young age I knew I never belonged, the girls had Barbie dolls and I had action figures, the girls listened to Pop and I listen to Rock.

I never fit in but I was okay with that, I was smarter than everyone in my class yet my teachers never moved me up, I was bored.

Bored with everything.

One supposedly uneventful day, I was sitting in the stuffy room the stench of failure hanging heavily in he air as I sat slumped over my desk in plastic chairs, which did nothing to help your posture, listening to an out of date teacher ramble on about her troubled love life with her no good ex husband.

I placed my arms over the desk resting my head on my forearms to shield my head from the stickiness of the desk from the person who had this before me as the head principal walked in looking rather proud. He walked up to Ms. Waricker, our non-English English teacher, and took her place at the front of the class room as I watched in a slight wonderment as he brought a rather odd looking young man he had at his side.

A tall boy with short brown hair, dark eyes and pale skin, he was the definition of intriguing. I could usually read a person's personality from their face and their clothing. Like my no good teacher, the worry lines on her forehead and the wrinkles under her eyes suggest a lot of stress and her clothes suggest depressed shopping, like when you see a sale on bad clothing and you buy loads. But with this boy I couldn't read a single thing.

His eyes said nothing to me and his face was perfect, his hair was normal no flaws what so ever and his clothes were so simple it didn't suggest anything. He was wearing a white dress shirt slightly opened at the top with a tie loosely knotted and hanging slow with his hands in the pockets of his dark blue skinny jeans. I looked him up and down trying to decipher what made him so intriguing as his eyes wandered and met mine and I felt my soul freeze over from the shock as his eyes beautiful yet dangerous.

"Class you have a new student his name is Warren Evans and he's just moved from~ where was it again?"

He said rather proudly as he rested his hand on the boys shoulder waiting for an answer as he smiled slightly looking at me then he faced the head master and came out with a witty remark

"Sir what use would it be to you to know where I came from?"

His voice was deep and dark making him even more intriguing to me, I wanted to decipher him so badly. What made him so mysterious to me. The headmaster was shut up strait away that it was almost amusing.

I rest my chin on my interlocked fingers as I looked at him with wonderment written across my pale cheeks as the nerve ending bell rang. It shattered your teeth and was a near deafening pitch yet it made the spirits of hundreds of students lift dramatically. I smiled to myself getting out of my slumping chair as I approached the mysterious boy introducing myself.

"Hi I'm Jean, Jean Rogers to be precise" I chuckled to myself as I extended my arm to shake his and I seemed like an approachable human for once in my life

My heart stopped for a moment as he gripped my hand gently and bringing it up to his lips as him placed his soft lips on my knuckles kissing gently

"It's a pleasure my dear and I'm Warren"

His voice was dark and smooth like silk as a pink blush painted my cheeks and I looked down at his dark eyes when you glanced up at me sending shivers through my body.