Chapter One
I sauntered into class and slipped into my chair, fixing my skirt so as not to flash the sub heading my way. "Excuse me young… lady," the sub said in her nasal voice "Why are you late to class?" I sighed and leaned toward her my boyfriend who was sitting behind me snickered under his breath and I knew my best friend Maya was trying not to burst out laughing herself. "So sorry, I was busy helping my mum pick out an outfit." I replied, I used the same excuse every time even though I didn't even have a mom, she was dead, just like my dad. Dead. "That's no excuse-" the sub began but I was already talking. "She was wearing an absolutely atrocious outfit, similar to yours, before I gave her this pretty black pencil skirt, and gorgeous red blouse to wear instead." I smirked "Oh, and a pair of Jimmy Choo's." The sub, Miss. Greer, looked down at herself. A skirt that was brown and went to her ankles, green camouflage shoes, and a forest green top that looked like something a nun would wear. Ms. Greer opened her mouth then closed it, after a minute of standing there awkwardly looking like a fool she promptly turned around and walked back towards the front of the class. I chuckled and Maya turned and shot me a look that said 'oh god girl you are too good' I rolled my eyes then felt a sharp jab in my shoulder. I twisted around to see my gorgeous boyfriend, Fang, grinning at me deviously, I grinned back and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear "You should stop antagonizing the subs it's just too cruel." I knew he was joking so I flipped my hair, successfully hitting him in the face.
Ms. Greer started lecturing us about how absolutely AHH-MAZING our world was. I glanced over at Nudge who was waving at me. Oh Nudge, the one freshman in this school that I liked. She was so peppy and upbeat you kind of had to like her. Plus, she was like me. I waved back and Nudge threw a piece of purple paper at me. I was not expecting that and unfortunately I missed catching it so, it hit Fang instead. I clapped my hand over my mouth to hold in my giggles. He picked up the lilac paper and started teasing me with it. The teacher was turned towards the board so she didn't see me give him a peck on the lips and snatch the paper out of his hand. He grinned and leaned back in his chair, while his buddies mock punched him. I turned back around and smoothed out the note. 'OMFG, have you seen the new kid? He's H-O-T! Get Fang off your back and grab the new guy before I do!' I shrugged off the comment about dumping Fang. She knew that this guy would have to be insanely perfect to get me to dump Fang. I looked at Nudge; she was nodding like some retard. "God he must be hot." I muttered under my breath. I scribbled back 'before next time block you take me to check him out, okay?' I threw it at her and she caught it just as the sub turned back around. I glanced at her expectantly, raising my perfectly manicured eyebrows and she nodded.
"You are in big trouble, young lady." I jumped as Fang wrapped his arms around my waist. "For what," I inquired putting on my best innocent face "I didn't do anything." Nudge skipped out of the classroom and grabbed my hand. "Sorry, you guys will have to be all lovey dovey later, I need her right now." Fang laughed and released me winking and saying "I'll see you later." But, I was confused now and curious "Am I still in trouble?" I called after him. He gave me his 'stern' look which was a miserable failure and replied "Yes! Detention, in last period with me." Nudge tugged my arm; I shook my head turning to her "Alright, name, previous location, and grade?" I interrogated her fervently. "Dylan, unknown, same as us," unknown? That's unusual. Normally my sources can always tell me the old town, or at least state. The hall cleared for us as we strutted our way to the 500 hall. My black mini skirt had shrunk in the wash and at least five of the school pervs were staring. Not that I cared. We were given bodies and everyone has one, so why not show them off? Well, most of our bodies we could show off, just not our back, never our back. "Btw, LOVE the top." Nudge fawned over all my clothes. Today, I wore a dark purple and black top that was low-cut but not so much that I looked like a hooker. "Thanks, love yours too!" I said, she was in a blue top that was dangerously low-cut. Yet, her gray skinny jeans counteracted it making her look like less of a slut.
Two minutes later the hall started parting again. But, this time it wasn't for us. I swear seniors were giggling and I think a freshman took a picture with her iPhone. Then the most gorgeous guy ever to walk the earth came into view. I automatically narrowed my eyes and turned around, my hips rocking from side to side. Nudge came skittering after me and I could feel his eyes piercing into my back. "Whoa, did you, like, miss him?" she questioned. "No," I replied simply turning into my class and leaving her standing in the crowded hallway puzzled.
Ten seconds later the bell rang, I exhaled with relief. That 'Dylan' wasn't in my class. I opened my notebook and started doodling, the dry erase board said free day but there was no one in this class worth talking to. They were all either perverts or hoes. The door opened and I glanced at the teacher Mrs. West (the only pretty and good teacher in this place). "Well, hello you must be Dylan" she said. My head shot up from the picture of the heart I was drawing. There he was, standing in the doorway. "Come on in you can sit behind Max" she said gesturing towards me. He sauntered over and slid into the desk behind me. "You can do whatever you want, this is study hall so not much really happens in here. You really can't fail my class" she laughed and sat down behind her desk pulling out a Vogue magazine. "Hey, didn't I see you in the hall in the hall earlier?" he murmured to me. "Probably," I replied trying to make the shivers his voice had given me go away. He was not readable. I could read everyone. "I'm kind of unforgettable" I added. He poked my back, and I winced "You should look at people when you talk to them, you know" Dylan stated "it's only polite." I swiveled in my chair to face him and snarled "If it's only polite it doesn't matter that much." I stood and asked if I could go get some fresh air. Mrs. West obliged giving me a half hour, which was more than enough time. I heard the door close behind me. Then a door opened, I wasn't sure if it was the same door that I had come out of, but in school I try not to get into fights. So I strode down the hall gaining speed as I neared the door leading to the 'garden.' I grabbed the handle then a tan muscled hand shot it and I knew I would not be able to get it open, even if I used all my strength (which I had a lot of).