So i found the beginning of this story on my computer and considered for a long time before posting it. I can't make any promises that i will be updating regularly (although i will try my best.) I know i already have some unfinished stories on here and i will try to get them finished at some point (sorry.) My life is a little hectic right now so i hope you forgive me.
This story is about Yves and it's set at a time before finding sky so none of the others have soulfinders yet. If you like it, leave a review :)
Ashley's POV.
"Why don't you go ahead and introduce yourself to the class," Mr Donnelly ordered in a bored, uninterested tone. The guy acted as though he was currently going through a mid-life crisis and the only important thing left in the world was when he was going to get his next cup of coffee. Everything from the mustard stained tie to the odd socks on his feet just proved that he had given a long time ago. The only reason why he was still teaching was the money.
"Uh…hi…I'm Ash…Short for Ashley" I glanced around the room but no one seemed to be listening. "I'm originally from New York. I like the shopping, the beach, swimming…" I trailed off since there was nothing else I could say. Everything I had listed was the complete opposite to Wickenridge. After coming from the city of life and travelling half way across the country to wet, cold Wickenridge, it certainly didn't make waking up any easier.
No one was listening so I quickly took a seat next to a girl with the nicest eye make-up I had ever seen and a boy who looked like he would be a laugh. Starting a new school in the middle of a term was awkward because everyone had already settled down in their friendship groups. A little village like Wickenridge, the students probably knew each other since they were toddlers.
School really wasn't my thing and I had no intentions of trying in my lessons. No point in trying for an impossible task. I think I almost dozed off at some point in the lesson but was quickly awoken with my name being spoken in a disapproving manner.
"Miss Summers, why don't you read out your paragraph to the class," Stupid Mr Donnelly said with a stupid smirk. I sighed, glancing down at my couple of sentences that took a good twenty minutes trying to put together. I wasn't good at schoolwork and I wasn't prepared to look stupid in front of a new class of people that would be judging my every move. Teenagers could be cruel. In my old school, no one cared if I was dumb. I was pretty and funny and well-liked by everyone; no one cared that I couldn't tell my Dickens from my Darwins. I actually liked my old school…and if it wasn't for stupid Stacey Miller acting like a bitch to me, I wouldn't have gotten excluded from aggressive behaviour.
"Miss Summers?" Donnelly prompted. "Read it out."
"No." I replied and heard someone gasp from behind…like actually gasp…as though we were in a bloody pantomime.
"Well this really isn't a good start to your first day. Read it out or I will," he threatened.
I groaned, rolling my eyes and debating my options; I could either come across as another stupid blonde stereotype, or show them that no one will mess with me.
I ripped up my paper into tiny shreds, scattering them around my desk, watching Donnelly's face getting more furious.
"Screw this shit," I muttered under my breath, dusting my hands to get rid of the tiny squares of paper that stuck to my palms.
"Miss Summers! I suggest you head straight to the headmaster's office!" Donnelly shouted, his voice strained and his fists clenched. I would be laughing at how constipated he looked if all the anger wasn't directed at me.
"Oh, but sir, I don't know where the headmaster's office is! I'm new here," I smirked, fluttering my eyelashes at him. None of the students said a word, as though they were afraid of getting yelled at for merely breathing.
Donnelly looked ready to hit me but instead he just sighed before heading back to his desk, probably wishing he never applied for the job as a teacher.
"Benedict, please escort Miss Summers to the headmaster," Donnelly said in a strained and exhausted voice as though I had absorbed all the energy out of him.
I smirked, swinging my bag over my shoulder and heading out of the door ahead of whoever this Benedict guy was.
I headed down the corridor, whistling a tune to myself.
"Hey! Ash! You're going to wrong way!" The Benedict guy called from behind me. I spun around and grinned at him, weirdly surprised about how adorable he was. He was pretty damn hot but also looked intelligent and kind and genuinely a nice guy. He had the kind of hotness that made me want to rip my clothes off and do bad stuff right here in the corridor but he also had these kind, innocent eyes that made me want to snuggle up tight with him.
I felt almost bad messing him around like this.
"Did you really think I was going go to the headmaster?" I asked curiously, raising my eyebrows. He frowned at me disapprovingly like the teachers at the school did. Gee, he must take life far too seriously.
"Ashley, don't be ridiculous, you're only going to get yourself into more trouble," He frowned.
"I was born trouble," I snorted with laughter, heading outside. Benedict guy groaned and followed me, not wanting to lose the new girl on her first day.
"Hey, what's your name, cutie?" I turned and asked with a smirk.
"Please don't ever call me cutie again," he replied drily.
"Fine, handsome," I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
"Call me Yves."
I chuckled. The boy must have gotten teased mercilessly in middle school with a name like Yves. I liked it though; it suited him.
I smiled to myself as Yves helplessly followed me outside. The poor guy didn't look too happy about it but he was nice enough not to let the new girl get lost around the school.
"Seriously Ash, you're going to get into so much more trouble," Yves sighed.
"Come on Yves, live a little," I chuckled.
Ahead of me were two guys in leather jackets, standing next to the motorbikes with cigarettes in their hands. Suddenly, I heard Yves swear beside me and storm off ahead of me to the two guys.
"Zed?! What the hell are you doing?!" Yves shouted, shoving the tallest boy roughly. I quickly skipped up beside him, interested in watching the drama unfolding.
"Seth, go back to your lesson now," Yves demanded angrily. The other guy looked hesitantly at Zed before shrugging and walking off leaving the three of us alone.
"Yves, just go away," Zed bit out furiously, reaching out to shove Yves away but Yves stopped him. Zed took another long drag of the cigarette just in spite of Yves, challenging him with his eyes.
"Mind if I take a drag?" I asked cheekily, only really to wind Yves up. He looked cute when he was mad.
"Don't you dare, Ashley." Yves was shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
Zed smirked at me with amusement before looking back at Yves.
"Is that your girlfriend, brother?" Zed snickered and Yves growled in frustration. Ahh so they were brothers. That made a lot of sense actually. Even though they were dressed and presented themselves completely differently, appearance wise, they were very similar.
"No! Grow up Zed! I know you're finding things hard but you can't just do stuff like this! What the hell are mom and dad going to say?!" Yves shouted angrily and Zed glared back. Suddenly, the tip of the cigarette lit up into flames as though it had caught fire and Zed quickly dropped it to the ground, stopping it out with his foot and staring at Yves who was looking away.
"Zed I need to tell them about this," Yves said quietly, his voice softened.
"No you don't Yves. All of you need to butt the hell out of my life and leave me alone," Zed glared. Yves sighed before looking at me as though he finally remembered that I was standing there.
"We'll talk about this at home Zed," Yves said firmly. "Get to your lesson."
"No," Zed replied challengingly.
"I'm with your brother on this one, why can't we just hang out here?" I joined in and Yves sighed at me and running his hand through his hair as though he was stressed.
"Because I said so." Yves reached forward, grabbing Zed's arm tightly in one hand whilst grabbing my arm in the other. Surprisingly, Zed didn't resist as Yves practically dragged us both back into the school and down the corridor before pulling up outside a door. He was surprisingly strong for a nerdy looking guy.
"I believe this is your stop, Ashley," Yves smiled sarcastically at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Goody two shoes," I muttered under my breath, making Zed smirk. Yves released his tight grip on my arm and watched as I reluctantly headed into the headmaster's office, accepting my punishment.