A/N: Its not good to keep things bottled up, my family say. This is my way of sharing my insecurities and problems.

Disclaimer: This belongs to me, mainly because I created it.

Summary: Just because a girl smiles, doesn't mean she's happy.

Chapter One

Sophia's POVI woke up early one morning with a strange feeling in my stomach. Had I forgotten to do my Math homework? Or worse, forgotten to wash my lunchbox and iron my uniform? Had I forgotten to text my grandfather to question him on World War II?

No.

With one glance at the clock, I realised that if I didn't get my butt of this damn bed, I was going to be late! So, with utmost reluctance, that was what I did. I showered, practically threw my uniform on, brushed my dark hair, sprinkling some oil on my curls - I have the type of hair that's as straight as anything until you get to the ends, which are a bit wavy. So you could say I have 'in-between' hair. In my haste, I banged my arm, my left one against the dresser. I held it close, surprised to feel it was wet. Oops. Blood. Damn, my bruises. I grabbed my phone out of my bag and began texting my BFF Charlotte to bring some of her concealer gel and meet me in the spare bathroom for the teachers. Oh, please, not everyone is like you, Sophia, waking up late for school and spending up to an hour to get ready.

I could hear my dad hammering on my door to hurry me up. I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth in pure annoyance. Are all parents this infuriating. According to Charlotte, yes. I stuffed my phone where it belonged and threw my bag over my shoulder and flew out of my room, knocking my old man off his feet- he's forty and says its not old but refused to let us tell and reveal his age. My mom was in the kitchen, eating breakfast with my little sister Rosie, who is about eight years younger than me. I shoved a sandwich into my mouth and dashed out of the flat, slamming the door behind me.

Halfway sprinting to the school, it started to rain. Great. Just my luck. I fumed silently and started to walk a little slower, wishing I had the power to control the weather. Good thing I didn't, or it would have been cloudy everyday. A car stopped nearby.

"Hey, Sophie," said the driver.

"Go away. I'm late for school." I know what you're thinking. I'm not very sociable. And I'm not afraid to admit it.

"Aw, is wittle Sophie feewing gwumpy today?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"I'm just offering you a ride," I slowly turned around. The driver was a boy. I was very wary of strangers, but boys are way scarier than girls. "But if you don't want it, its your loss."

"Who are you?"

"Darien from your class?"

I smacked my forehead at my own stupidity. "Oh, right. Um...fine, I'll take your ride. Just make it quick."

"Uh..you do realise that the only people there will be the student council and the members of staff, right?"

My cheeks burned. "Oh, shut up, it's none of your business what I do and don't do."

"Remember what Dumbledore told Harry Potter in the Goblet of Fire movie?" Darien said, ignoring me.

My eye twitched. Some people are so annoying.

"He said, "Curiousity is not a sin, Harry,"'

I glared at him, one look that said, 'Go to hell'.

"And you know what he said after that?" I maintained through gritted teeth, mainly because Darien's older sister, the actual driver was watching us with a similar expression, like she was enjoying it.

Darien smirked. "Hop in."

It so happened that while I was standing there in the rain, some of the water had soaked into my skin and when water touches your wounds, it makes them real itchy. I hate it when that happens, because everytime I scratch a cut, it opens wider and I have to clean it again. I hate cleaning. So I just rubbed a little against it and then attached my headphones to my phone and listened to a few songs, even though my mind was somewhat preoccupied and my wrist was throbbing something fierce.

We finally reached school. I got up and opened the door and at the same time, Darien opened his door, catching my injured wrist.

A/N: Is Darien a perv? Don't wait to find out