I know, I know, but I have about 12 chapters of this pre-written and it is based of the tv-show (which is great by the way, you have to watch it) I hope you like it. A little warning, there are mentions of drugs, but it is not M-rated, these are just troubled students trying to make their way through life. It is jara (as are most of my stories, as I'm sure you know by now) and I will try to finish Spiderman, house of supers, the untold feeling of Jerome Clarke, ending in Y, and about every other story. They have not been forgotten. But for now, this is what I want you to read and

Enjoy!

Mara Jaffray didn't want to move. She had asked her parents, pleaded with them to maybe possibly see her way. That she was a good child, and she had always done what they had asked of her, joined the mathletes, won each and every science fair, even joined tennis club. But the more she insisted, the more they resisted, and now she was living next door to her four years younger than her cousin, Tara.

And she was attending a new school.

That was the part that got Mara. That was the part she didn't like. She liked her previous high school, well, it had been a private school, and everyone was like her, aka, a nerd. And she loved it. Having intellectual conversations all the time, Mara Jaffray had been to heaven, and then she had been pulled away from it as her parents relocated for their jobs. And the private schools were too far away for them to be dropping her. She had said she would walk, but they had told her, and quote 'stop being ridiculous Mara, it will be fine'.

And really, that's where this story begins.

For it was not fine.

She hated it. She hated Anubis High School. It was the typical high school and to Mara Jaffray, that was purgatory. She tried to make the best of it, she tried to spend all her time in the library and try her hardest in class and tried to make friends and not bother anybody. But it seemed she couldn't do anything right, apart from constantly get full marks in every single test, which just led to the entire student body hating her. But it changed.

One moment changed everything. Changed Mara Jaffray from dreading every single day at this school.

"It's your fault." The girl hissed, ramming into Mara's shoulder roughly, so she fell back into the locker, and dropped all her papers. Mara blinked back tears, as dropped to her knees helplessly to begin to pick them up. When she noticed someone else in front of her.

"Don't listen to them." Came a voice. She looked up, to see Jerome Clarke. She recognised him from her science class. He was…what was he, he and his friends, they had been labelled…oh yeah, Freaks. "They're a bunch of…" his swear words, although meant to be rude and insulting, were actually rather comforting to Mara. Who would never have had the guts to say it. "Here," he handed her some sheets, and they both stood.

"Thank you," Mara said quietly, fighting her blush. It was the first time someone in this school had spoken to her kindly, aside from her cousin, who went to the junior school that was connected to the high school via the sports field. It meant you could visit siblings if you wanted too. Or as the popular people called it 'being sad enough to only have your family to hang with'

Jerome pulled a packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, pulling one out, and popping it between his lips naturally. "Uh…your Mara Jaffray right, the brain?"

Mara pressed her lips together at the nickname, but couldn't stop her cheeks from flaming at the fact he knew her name. "Yes, that's me, you're Jerome Clarke."

Jerome laughed, nodding slightly, pulling out his lighter, and lighting the end. The golden embers flickered to the floor, and Mara couldn't help but watch, mesmerised, as he did something so forbidden to her. Not that she would ever dream of doing it. "Yeah, that's about right," he breathed in deeply, the tantalising smoke puffing out from his mouth professionally "Hang out with us sometime," he nodded "We could use a brain in the group," he winked at her, turning and heading out of the building, despite the fact that Mara knew he had science next lesson with her. He was skiving.

Whether or not the offer to hang with his crew was a real one, or he was just being polite, Mara took it. She was grasping at straws. But she was nervous. Oh she was very nervous. Because Jerome Clarke's crew was…well…

It was made up of Mick Campbell, his best friend. They had been best friends since primary Mara had learnt. And they were like brothers. Mick was known for being able to get drugs, and therefore, was the second most popular freak.

Then there was Eddison Miller. He was known for being…out of it, most of the time. Have a conversation with him, and in about two seconds you knew he was doing drugs. He was tired, and never quite with it. And as soon as he had been transferred here from America, Jerome's gang of freaks had welcomed him with open arms, literally screaming, come get high with me.

And Amber Millington. She was beautiful. She was so beautiful. But she was mean. One of the meanest girls Mara had ever met, even meaner than some of the popular girls. And yet, she was Jerome Clarke's on again, off again girlfriend. The only thing the two had in common, was being extremely good looking. Amber came from a rich family, obvious by her dress sense. Always in the most expensive clothes. But she acted like a freak, and earned that name. She rebelled, against everything. Every rule the school had, she would do the opposite, just to hurt her parents, hurt them the way she supposed they hurt her. Mara also knew, she loved being the only girl in the group.

And then, of course, the leader, Jerome Clarke. He was…he was…there were a lot of words to describe him, and a lot of them were used. How about we start with appearance first? He was good looking. It made him the most popular freak there was, how good looking he was, the populars would often stop and stare, and then catch themselves, and immerse themselves with the jocks. Jerome Clarke had dirty blond hair, which he swept off to the side, hot bangs falling sexily onto his forehead, it looked so perfect people wondered whether the bangs were on purpose, but they weren't. He had deep blue eyes that glittered even when the lights were dim. Pale, flawless skin. He dressed…well he dressed like a rebel. Tight black jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with the collar up, emphasising his long pale neck and collarbone. He was always wearing trainers, and he was always running away.

He was…he smoked. Mara knew that. She didn't know if he did any other drugs, and she hoped he didn't. He was…well, she had seen some of his science tests, where his mark had been higher than hers, but as soon as he saw it, he would crumple it up, and throw it in the bin, not wanting the embarrassment of changing from freak to geek, as if it was so bad. But science seemed to be the only subject he could do, he was flunking just about everything else, apart from drama, which he took, claiming it to be an easy A. The teachers warned him off it, telling him it was hard, but he was natural, and so far, it had definitely been an easy A.

"I'm gonna do it," Mara whispered to herself, clutching her water bottle with both hands. She stood in the cafeteria, where she saw Jerome standing by the bin, finishing his drink. It was a closed bottle, and she prayed it wasn't alcohol. "I'm gonna talk to him." And she walked towards him, determined.

And this is where the story begins.

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