Chapter 1: Nearly reaching breaking point

a/n: this is my first ever story, and is currently unbeta'ed, so all mistakes are mine, I apologize in advance for the all the grammatical errors and spelling, i was just so excited i couldn't wait to post. I don't mind critique because it will help me improve but please don't be too harsh, i don't think i have the confidence to withstand harsh comments right now. Well...enjoy and please review. Oh and i know it's a bit short, now but i promise the next chapter will be longer.

Close to breaking point

Lindsay was running late for class and was worried she hadn't given her best friend, Charlotte, her birthday present yet. Charlotte was turning 18 today and was having a big bash after school, Lindsay didn't want to attend but felt she had no choice because she was Charlotte's best friend; she had nothing appropriate to wear either.

"Awwww look who it is.", "if it isn't little Lindsay.", "What have you got there?"

Lindsay whipped around to find herself face to face, well more like face to chest with Ashley, Caroline and Louisa. They sneered at her, taunting her about her height and facial features. She was quite short for her age, at 5ft 3, could be categorised as slightly overweight with frizzy hair and an acne covered face.

"Leave me alone," Lindsay spat out, pronouncing each syllable

"And why would we want to do that tubby?"

The girls could hear the sound of footsteps coming round the corner, Lindsay hoped with all her might it was a teacher, so she wouldn't have to handle this situation, not that she was a chicken or anything. Ashley, Louisa and Caroline all put on innocent faces in case it was a teacher they would say the little midget detained them from getting to class.

Lindsay groaned as she saw Damian Darcy- or tyrannasaurus Rex as she liked to call him- strolling languidly down the hall way with his pretty boy smirk on.

Damian Darcy was born and raised in new York but moved to London two years ago when is dad died. The girls either saw him as a walking cash sign, as heir to Darcy publishing or a walking a hottie. He was 5ft 9, dark curls and had slightly muscular build with intense grey eyes.

She despised Damien that, arrogant bastard, after he humiliated her in English class a year ago. When he said he couldn't handle having a partner as ugly as her also insisting it wouldn't be good for his social status.

"Well, well ladies what do we have here?"

"Hi Darcy," they all simpered simultaneously, fluttering their eyelashes.

"Oh...We're just having a little fun," drawled Caroline as she sauntered closer to Darcy, earning her a glare from her friends.

Lindsay quickly snatched the box from Ashley's hand as the scene took place, stuffing it in her hood pocket and trying to slink away to class, she was over 20 minutes late now.

"And where do you think you're going," Damien pulled her back by the hood

Lindsay turned around slowly her eyes flashing with hatred and anger, "I'm going to class, where you should be right now,", she turned to face the bitchy trio, "a class is where you sit to learn, and it's full of table and chairs but damn! No sparkly nail polish" she said in a high sarcastic tone

Damien glared at Lindsay; he wasn't used to girls speaking to him like this. Lindsay always seemed to emanate hatred to him. He didn't like her disrespect, he didn't like that he found her intellectually fascinating, he didn't like that he thought about her more than he should have and he didn't like having her in his English class.

"You need to learn some respect little Lindsay," he said snatching the box out of the pocket in her hoodie.

"And you learn to keep your hands to yourself and give me my property back," Lindsay snapped.

He laughed, "Like I would want to touch you in the first place," The trio of bitches heckled at this, showering him with praises for his brilliant comeback.

"Then FUCKING let go of me and give me Charlotte's birthday present back!" Lindsay snapped

Damien pulled the lid of the box to reveal a silver bracelet with the initial "L" on it. Damien was a bit jealous that she got a birthday present for her friend; when it was his birthday last week she didn't even wish him a simple happy birthday, when the rest of the student body had thrown him a surprise party she didn't attend, not like he cared. Damien wished he could bridge this gap between them and at least become friends, even though she wasn't one of the most attractive girls at this sixth form institute, she intrigued him. He wanted to get to know her, he wanted to...No point thinking about it, he couldn't be seen with someone like her, that would damage is social status.

He put the box with the bracelet in it on top of the row of lockers, it was a bit of a stretch for him but he made it. Glancing at his watch, Damian strolled of to English with Ashley, Caroline and Louisa trailing behind him.

Lindsay sighed and slumped against the lockers, she couldn't be bothered to go class now; she wouldn't be able to concentrate and she didn't think she could handle seeing the face of that scum again. It had taken her 3 months to save for that bracelet, it wasn't that pricey but her family wasn't that rich and her parents had better things to spend their money on. She started by saving her lunch money, Charlotte was her best friend and she had to get her something.

Lindsay sighed. Thinking about her family always made her sigh, she couldn't wait to leave that mad house and the only people keeping her sane at home were her dad and Jane. Jane, Mary, Lisa, her parents and the dog kitty all lived in a 4-bedroom house. Lindsay and Jane shared a bedroom, Lisa and Mary shared a room and their parents had a room, her dad converted the smallest room into a library for himself, it was probably what was keeping him sane. Mary was...different, she always tried to be different, to stand out but not never really in a positive way, Jane was the saint, always seeing the good in people even if it could be to her own detriment, Lisa's... a slut in the making, just because she's was her sister didn't make her blind to her ways. Her mum was absolutely fixated on finding all of the girls brilliant matches, whilst her dad paid her no heed. She sighed again; her family contained some challenging members.

Lindsay's day went from bad to terrible, and it was all Damien's fault. She had to ask the janitor for a ladder to get her box off the lockers, but he was unavailable till break time, so she had to publicly humiliate herself and draw attention to herself by waiting to then get her box down.

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Lindsay felt a bit better by now; she had spent the whole lunch time bitching to Charlotte about how much she hated T-Rex and how much of a douche bag he was.

Charlotte had loved her bracelet and felt pity for friend for what she had to endure at the hand of Damien and the girls. Charlotte had a sneaky suspicion that Damien actually liked Lindsay, because she had never heard of him to bully or pick on anyone as he did her best friend. She thought it was a playground crush, the type where you hurt the girl you like by pulling her hair or something like that. However Charlotte was starting to get worried about how much more her friend could take, she could tell Lindsay was close to breaking point.

Lindsay waited by the gates with Mary, after school, waiting for Jane to come pick them up, on her way back from work. Jane had decided to take an extended break before going to university, so she could help the family out by getting a job and contribute to the household income.

"So...how was school today?" Lindsay questioned her sister sincerely, if not awkwardly.

Mary grumbled something that sounded like fine.

Lindsay wandered how it was possible to live with someone your whole life, and be so closely related but yet not be able to hold a comfortable conversation with that person.

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Damien spotted Lindsay and her weird looking sister by the school gates; he wanted to say hi to her and see how she was and he also wanted to apologise for putting the gift box on top of the lockers, where she couldn't reach. He was acting out of jealousy when he did that, jealous that she cared more about Charlotte than him, maybe he was being a little irrational to.

He would go over and apologise, plus his driver was parked in that direction anyway, so if any one of his peers asked where he was going, he could say he was going to his driver.

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"Hi"

Lindsay groaned when she heard that, by now, familiar voice; she was not in the mood for this, she just wanted to go home.

Damien shuffled his feet awkwardly, "the box is not on top of the locker anymore, so I assume you took it, I would have given it back to you." He hated how she made him feel awkward.

"That's awfully kind of you."

Lindsay turned around and stared boldly into his eyes, no amusement, no kindness, no fear, just plain ice cold hatred. Damien never noticed until now that there were flecks of gold and emerald in her brown eyes, although he'd never been this close to her until now.

Damien decided to take the hint and leave her in peace, at least he tried. He tried to put on a brave face as he left, not wanting to show to anyone, especially himself, he'd been hurt by her dismissal. He strode quickly into the back seat of his car; nodding to his driver he was ready to leave.

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Jane's 1990 Ford, pulled up beside the school gate as Damien's car moved out of view. Lindsay jumped into the front seat as Mary trudged into the back seat.

Jane could tell by the way her sister's shoulder was set that it would be best to leave her be, she would talk when she was ready, so she carried a conversation with Mary instead, asking about her day and how her classes were.