Chapter 1:
I wandered my eyes over the headmasters pristine office, I felt unnerved, scared shitless. This was unknown territory for me, I had always been classified as a 'good girl' or just simply invisible to many of the pupils at North Dale Secondary.
Immediately as I had stumbled into his office head down I could see genuine shock etched on his face, I subtly studied Mr Lawrence, the dark circles under his eyes was an indication of the many years lack of sleep he has endured, deep wrinkles embedded in the creases of his eyes and his receding hair line was obviously signalling Mr Lawrence's old age. To my right was Chelsea, the bitch I used to call my 'only friend' around 15 minutes ago even though she was never really my friend and probably just felt like she had to as she was the only person who knew what happened last year.
Her elegant manicured fingers were gently placed on her lap whilst the bright sun beamed a ray of light on her expertly layered blonde hair. Her hazel eyes, plum lips and dainty nose had boys dropping to her feet, whilst Chelsea was soaking up the attention in the corridors I was lightly plodding along whilst admiring the sudden authority Chelsea had on the whole school.
Two months ago I had an unexpected 6 month break from school and during that time my life has changed. I had learnt to be more bold since what had happened and even though it was difficult for me and I never want to be in the position I was in again.
As I glanced over to Chelsea she had a scowl plastered on her flawless face but with the many years of being Chelsea's friend I could see that her brain was ticking with ways to destroy the little dignity I had left from today's 'show' in the cafeteria.
I suddenly turned to Mr Lawrence when his fists loudly smashed against his oak desk. I winced due to the unpredictability of his action which made my heart beat uncontrollably.
"WHAT IS YOUR GIRLS PROBLEM?" his voice boomed.
I was about to respond until Chelsea's faked broken voice sounded
"Shhh-eee attackedd mee" My head shot to the side, my jaw almost on the floor. Her acting was pretty convincing but I out of anybody knew she was faking it.
A surge of confidence pulsated through me "WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? HAS THE HAIR DYE SERIOUSLY MADE YOU THAT STUPID? YOU DELUSIONAL FUCKTARD"
As soon as those words had exploded from my mouth a wave of faked sobs erupted to my right and from the corner of my eye I could see Mr Lawrence progressively get redder and redder. I silently counted down till he would explode '3...2...1...'
"THAT IS ENOUGH" he boomed.
Though i knew that his outburst was coming I had never seen him this ferociously angry before. I had never been told off by the headmaster but I had numerously seen him dragging pupils to his office and occasionally there would be a scene in the hallways with him and the so called 'populars and want-to-be bad boys' once a term.
After around 3 minutes of hearing his irritating voice and the seeing the small sinister smirks from Chelsea, my eyes and brain and slowed down, my blurred gaze was on the principles world globe which was placed on a large filing cabinet behind him. His mouth was constantly moving up and down but at this moment of time my brain could not comprehend of what he was saying.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME MISS CLARKE?"
"UH YES? YES I WAS" My head awkwardly dropped down to look at my lap and rather interesting twiddling hands.
"Look Mr Lawrence, I don't mean to be disrespectful but, um, you see for the last two years have been quite difficult for me but with Chelsea's plotting and deceitful nature for all the years I have been so called 'friends' with her I have just had enough and today was the first day I have really stood up for myself. But, um, sir I understand that what I did wasn't correct but if you were in my position you would want to bloody wreck that bitch, which I didn't. So yeah, hah" I could hear a slight grunt every time I cursed. God why was I so awkward and had to ramble when I was uncomfortable.
"Wait, where did Chelsea go? Can I leave then? I'm missing maths and we have a test" as I looked at the empty seat to my right and uncomfortably smiled to the headmaster.
"You may leave..." I bounced up from my chair glad that my horrific experience was almost over.
"Sit down Miss Clarke, I haven't finished" he said whilst giving me a pointed look.
"Oh, ok, um sorry" I murmured whilst turning a deep shade of red from the embarrassment.
"As I was saying, you may leave once we have spoken about your punishment" his voice held such authority it made me want to shiver but I succumbed the urge when I heard his voice speak again.
"Miss Clarke you shall spend one afternoon a week cleaning the areas of the school of which I will decide and you have detention every Tuesday after school for 2 hours, understood?
My mouth dramatically parted and a small gasp left my lips. My brain was dizzy from all the drama which had happened today.
"Mr Lawrence come on don't you think that is a bit harsh, anyway I don't think I can manage spending all that time with Chelsea" I sighed.
"Miss Clarke you are mistaken, Miss Forbes is not joining you as she is not being punished" There was a 30 second long pause until he spoke again
"You may leave now."
"Gladly." I was beyond pissed.
My feet quickly rushed to the door and I forcefully gripped the metal door handle until my knuckles turned white. I wanted to shove my Doc Martens up the headmasters arse and somehow make him paralysed yet after that the probability of him letting me not pursue my punishment was extremely unlikely.
My hand twisted the handle with such force that I could feel the slight jolt and stammer within the handle yet I seriously could not give a flying fuck within this moment of time.
By the time I was out of his room I felt like kicking anything which was in my way, it also didn't help that the headmasters secretary was smirking at her computer screen obviously reading a smutty email from a member of staff or from her 'boyfriend' who we all knew probably already had a wife.
I suddenly manoeuvred my arm up so I could see the time from my not so fashionable, chunky watch.
"3:00, fucking perfect" I grumbled lowly, my double maths lesson was halfway through and normally the thought of maths would excite me but today all I wanted to do was eat, have a shower and sleep. School ended in around 30 minutes so I just decided to skip.
My feet hurried for the upcoming double doors of freedom, I could hear a faint couple of deep chuckles and stumbling of feet but all my focus was on fantasizing about food and my bed.
I was about 10 meters away from the holy doors until a large force crashed into me making me fall, very ungracefully may I say, over. My head crashed on to the tiled floor creating my head explode with pain and discomfort.
"Michael what the fuck have you done!" I could hear a muffled deep Australian accent.
"What if she is dead or seriously injured man, Michael you are in deep shit" another voice sounded.
I wanted to slap so called 'Michael' for making my day a whole lot worse but I could not be bothered to physically force myself up and slap him, so I just laid there for a good 20 seconds without responding to any of their stupid comments. Still unaware of who this 'Michael' was I rolled onto my back whilst moaning think about how I am going to kill 'Michael'.
"Mmhh, ow shit that hurt" My vision was slightly blurry making me only see 4 silhouettes crowding over me, from what I could see through my limited vision there lean bodies were starting to make me feel suffocated. My shaky breathes multiplied when one of them bent down to my eye level. My eyes slowly focused into a pair of hypnotising green eyes whilst his scent made my head spin even faster and the proximity of him made my heart jump. A sudden wave of irritation charged through me though as the boy slowly stood up and glared at me.
He slowly gritted his teeth together whilst grumbling "You made me drop my pizza"
"Oh come on Michael it was only pizza you can get another slice later, leave the poor girl alone and help her up" a boy with light brown curly hair spoke, his amber eyes sparked and his dimpled smile made me feel weak. My head was buzzing and unable to comprehend that I was on the floor laying in front of Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford.
Ashton stared directly into my eyes and I swear I wanted to cry of how beautiful he was "I'm Ashton by the way and this is Luke, Calum and uhh Michael" he indicated to each sex god stood next to him.
"I know" I silently whispered
Luke shyly stretched his hand out "Here let me help you up" he effortlessly accelerated me forward and held my hand for another couple of seconds to guarantee I was stabilised and wouldn't fall over.
I had never spoken to these boys before, they were always untouchable to people like me. I had realised that they were suggestively waiting for me to introduce myself,
"Oh well, um m-my name is Tia" as I awkwardly brushed my long brown hair away from my face and behind my ears.
"That's a beautiful name" spoke Calum as his deep brown eyes twinkled. As soon as Calum uttered those words I wanted to melt but instead I turned deep scarlett unfortunately, I could also feel me sweating, attractive.
Before I could respond a bored voice spoke from the corner of the corridor "Guys I'm hungry and this tomato is boring me, let's go" my head snapped to so called Michael's distraction.
"Well I'm sorry I'm 'boring you' Michael but I don't think you realised that you fucking rammed into me"
We both slowly step by step walked towards each other, I could tell that this would not end well yet I could did not care at this moment in time all I cared about now was shoving my Doc Martens up Michael's arse instead.
"Oh don't push me sweetheart" he hissed "Nobodies like you are easy to destroy"
"Oh shut up Clifford" I barked "You are the reason why your pizza dropped on the floor. No need to get all pissy"
I could hear Ashton, Calum and Luke stifle a laugh though they were very unsuccessful as Michael sent a venomous glare their way.
"Fuck you nerd"
"Ew I'd rather not" I came back, I could see Michael's mouth slowly turn up into a smirk, his face inched closer and closer to mine until our noses were touching.
"Do you know what Tia, it's obvious you want me why don't we just have a quicky in the janitors closet like I do with all the other sluts." he breathed.
I was disgusted, how dare he associate me with the other sluts. The hatred I had for this human being was undeniable, in his eyes held no spark, they were dull and lonely. I wanted to feel sympathy for him but hatred clouded all my other emotions.
"I hate you Michael Clifford" I sneered.
Michael was obviously taken back by my comment as all the girls would fangirl over him and risk everything just to have a 1 minute conversation with him and his friends. Tia Clarke was defiantly not one of those girls for sure. His eyes flashed with anger.
"I hate you too"
I was expecting it yet it still did hurt. Nobody likes to be told truthfully that someone hates them. I stepped back from Michael and glanced over to Ashton, Calum and Luke who were watching us intently. Today had been a terrible day and all I wanted to do was go home, the school bell suddenly rung and hundreds of students piled into the hallway. With no last glance I slowly drifted in with the sea of people, excited for my free weekend of doing nothing since I now have no friends.
I as wincing at the thought of going back to school on Monday due to the very unsubtle stares and the ridiculous rumours which would be passing like wildfire. My thoughts then passed on to not having anyone to sit with at lunch. Each second that passed by made me think that coming back to this school was a very bad idea.
As I got out from building I breathed in a deep and muttered,
"Holey moley" as I took a couple more steps down the pavement I whipped my head around when some jock yelled to me,
"Nice top" I confusedly looked at the guy who I realised to be Tyler Mathews.
"Um thanks?" I arched my eyebrows and tilted my head due to the fact that it was only wearing a baggy white top with black skinny jeans.
"Very saucy" he laughed and winked.
I slowly looked down only to see a bright red tomato sauce stain from the pizza. I loudly shrieked and tried to cover the massive mark with my oversized bag. As I hurriedly walked back home all I could think of was how much I hated Michael Clifford.