A/N: Hey guys! I just want to thank you so much for reading and reviewing my other stories. I'm so glad you like them. This is the first story I'm doing with chapters in a LONG time, so we shall see how it goes :) Enjoy!
"Everyone, meet your newest classmate; Violet Harmon." Violet rolled her eyes as the teacher introduced her much too gleefully. Violet and her father moved to Los Angeles only a week ago, and she was forced to transfer to a new school. Violet's parents had just gone through a brutal divorce, and her mother decided to stay in Boston, but she promised Violet she would come to LA soon, after she got some things sorted out. She glanced at the students in the room scornfully, half of them not even aware that she was standing in the front of the room, they were too preoccupied chatting to each other about what Violet assumed was mindless bullshit. Some of the kids glanced at her and then looked away carelessly, and then there was the last few, who stared at her, smirking. She was the new girl, fresh meat. They would whisper to each other and then look at her, laughing to themselves. She scoffed.
"Okay, Violet, I have a seat for you right back there," the teacher gestured towards a seat in the back row, and Violet sighed gratefully. She quickly made her way to her seat and slumped into it, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. She lucked out, the people seated around her were mostly quiet, or only whispered to the person next to them. Her brown orbs flew across the room, she could hear a few boys in the corner opposite of her whispering. She stared at the three boys, two with dark brown hair and one with messy blonde curls. The latter glanced over at her, his nearly black eyes glimmering mischievously at her. The other two just continued to whisper and Violet knew they were talking about her.
They continued their staring contest for a moment before he winked at her. She felt a twist in her stomach, she couldn't deny the fact that this boy was extremely handsome, his smile was defined by his endearing dimples and his dark eyes had a hold on her light brown ones. But Violet wasn't one to be easily swayed. She flipped him off discreetly and turned her gaze to the front, not waiting for a reaction.
She could still hear their quiet laughter, but it eventually faded and she just focused on the teacher as she droned on for what seemed like an eternity.
Once the class eventually ended, Violet quickly stood up out of her chair and made her way to the door, keeping her eyes forward. She was about to let out a breath of relief but it was quickly inhaled again when she felt a hand on her arm. She whipped her head around, her long, soft locks grazing the face of the person who had grabbed her.
"Hey," it was the boy from the corner. The blonde one. His voice was like silk. "What was that about?" he nodded towards the classroom, and Violet assumed he meant her not so sweet gesture.
She pulled her arm out of his grasp and took a step back, his eyes were boring into hers as he towered above her. She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding before shrugging and turning away from him. She heard him call after her but she just picked up her pace, quickly exiting the building.
"That girl was pretty cute," Tate tapped his foot in rhythm with the music he was playing as he listened to his friend, Jack, speak. Tate definitely agreed. "What was her name again?" Jack asked, and Tate rolled his eyes. "Violet," he spoke, he liked the way her name fell from his lips. "Oh, yeah," Jack chuckled to himself. "Yeah, she's cute. Feisty, too. I bet she'd be a lot of fun," Jack nudged Tate, and Tate shrugged him off.
All Jack ever wanted was an easy lay. Never a relationship. Never anything serious. He had broken far too many girls' hearts during his high school years. And for some reason the girls always seemed to fall for him. Tate and Jack had been friends for a long time, but they were a mismatched pair. Jack was muscular, tan, dark hair, blue eyes, average height; what people would consider a 'jock' or 'meathead'. Tate was tall, lean, mussy blonde curls, and shockingly dark eyes; his style reflected that of a boy stuck in the 90s grunge era. Tate didn't really care that Jack got most of the girls, he would go for anything. Tate had never really met anyone that struck his fancy.
He had met his fair share of cute girls, but they were always boring or intolerable. There was something about Violet that caught his eye. She did have a fire, something special. Tate wouldn't let Jack have this one.
The next day came far too quickly for Violet. She despised school, especially knowing she would have to see those stupid boys again. The thing that really pissed her off was that she kept thinking about the blonde haired boy. There was just something about him, his dark eyes, his dimples, the way he stood just under a foot above her. It made her so angry, that she would even let herself find some idiot guy attractive. She would just have to ignore it, get over it. She was good at that.
Before she knew it she was back in her desk, almost a repeat from yesterday. She pulled her cardigan securely around herself and slouched in her chair. The bell rang and the boy had not yet arrived. Class began and about fifteen minutes in he decided to join. The teacher was definitely not impressed, but she looked as if she was used to it.
The boy plopped into his chair and immediately glanced over at Violet, sending her a sexy smirk. He looked away just as quickly and she took a breath. She really didn't understand how he could have such an effect on her already. Everything about him was just enticing. She shook her head.
Tate wasn't the only one that sent her glances, however. One of the dark-haired boys that sat behind him let his eyes linger on Violet for uncomfortable amounts of time. Violet regretted flipping the blonde boy off and decided it would have been better used against this guy. She rolled her eyes bluntly at him before turning away in disgust. Her eyes trailed back to the curly haired boy before settling back in the front of the room.
For the remainder of the class, he kept his gaze in the front of the classroom. It made Violet angry that she was actually bothered by the fact that he wasn't looking at her. She scoffed at herself and played with a lose string on the bottom of her cardigan.
When the bell finally rang, Violet released a long breath. She glanced over at the boy who's name she still didn't know, and watched as he practically ran out of the room. The other boy trailed behind him. She frowned, she didn't really understand why she was so bothered by his lack of interest today, maybe because he was the first actually attractive, cool boy who had ever really noticed her.
She definitely couldn't let herself like him though. That would just end horribly, she knew that.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! I know nothing too fabulous happened yet. The chapters will be longer and much more interesting as this continues. I'm really excited, I have a lot of things planned for this story, it's gonna get crazy ;D Reviews are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! 3