"Sarah! Get your sorry behind out of bed; you're going to be late!" A fist came down on the alarm as the girl's body heaved upright. She rose on faulty legs, stripping clothes and throwing them elsewhere only to replace them with the school uniform she would now be forced to wear. Did they enjoy this sick joke? Not enough time for my hair. She grabbed the toothbrush and within seconds was foaming at the mouth. Sarah had a lovely mat of brown and red hair that was a true pixie cut. Her ears even pointed a little. Off to hell, yay.
The school looked more like an outdated castle than a school. I am so going to get lost. Checking her first class once more she headed off to where the most kids were entering. Half an hour later she arrived at her first class. Hopefully it wouldn't take this long again. Crap. A lone desk in the back soon carried her bags and weight. It wasn't long into her work that she felt a rough hit on the desk.
"You're in my seat princess." Whiskey eyes hovered over her, partially covered by black hair. Leather jacket hid the uniform. "Well if it isn't the leather king himself. I don't see any names here and you were just a little too slow." Her Ivory eyes met the harsh whiskey before returning back to her work. She soon heard the jarring of a desk and then the dropping of it beside her. "Seeing you refuse to give back what is mine, I'll just have to cheat off your papers and screw with your head till you do move." He was grinning. She could feel it. Her hand flew up to smack him as he tugged on her ear. What cruel hell was this? She tried to ignore the male and was grateful for the end of class. She may have been the farthest from the door but she was first out. Only to realize she hadn't a clue where to go next. The paper was plucked from her hands as she read in desperation. "How sad. Our next class isn't together. But it is across the hall." His arm incased her frame and drug her to the next class. She felt him shudder, shrinking back and moving her closer to the wall. She saw nothing dangerous ahead, only more students. Then it hit them. She landed on her arms and looked around in confusion before feeling weight on her and clawing at her. She kicked out, looking for flesh to contact. A solid fist soon found the chin and gave her a pause long enough to free herself. She ran, not caring what they did to the boy. He was creepy enough and probably deserved it. She was soon seated in her third class. The male had disappeared after the fight before second class. Shaking her head she thought of the class.
Her classes passed and she managed a map of each. Home was next and the promise of isolation made her feet drag. She spotted the male who attacked her, glaring she walked past with no further issues. He didn't seem to even recognize her. Good. The house was small but for one it was plenty. She had dinner ready and a good movie. The movie ended with her asleep on the couch, exhausted from the day.
She didn't see him till class was a few minutes in. His face was bruised; whiskey eyes were red from the popped vessels. He looked like hell. "Thanks for leaving me to die princess."
"They didn't have a problem with me. They had issues with you! And from how you act I can't say I blame them!" Huffing she crossed her arms to face the board. This male was annoying and an ass. "And my name isn't princess it's Sarah." She refused to look his way as his hands drew on her arm. "Pretty. They call me Dar."