Okay, guys, so… I got this really cool idea stuck in my head and I wanted to right about it, so here it is. I'm planning to finish this one from start to finish, so please just give this story a chance. If you love romance and drama, I think you'll like this. My updates may be kind of late because it's my first year of high school, and it's stressful, but then again, I chose to write this over homework. I own zero TMNT original characters (ugh), but all OC'S I own! So, K, here's the first chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter One: The New Boys
"Ouuu, new boys!" Amanda exclaimed flirtatiously upon entering the first period class (which was English).
"Control your hormones, Amanda!" Isabelle chuckled loudly to the blood/cherry/poppy/fiery red wearing harlot of the school.
Amanda was tall, dark, and sexy through in through. She had slender, giftedly built legs which were always shown off whether through slutty skirts, booty shorts, short, knee-length dresses, leggings made from thin, tight material, leg-suffocating skinny jeans, or – whatever! She had beautiful legs, and no matter what she was wearing on the bottom, everyone knew it!
Her blue-black hair was usually always tied in a high ponytail, the tips of her long strands always perfectly curled out at the nape of her neck. She had an oval-shaped face with model features such as the clear, peaches and cream complexion, high cheekbones, and pointed chin. Emerald green eyes which sparkled and danced under sun rays and moon beams were framed with mascara, eyeliner, and smoky eye pallets dusted on fluttery lids. Her lips were painted a cherry red which seemed to never smudge, despite all of the boys she kissed during lunch hours and after school practices…
Amanda was all about being number one. She knew attention and how to get it. She also knew competition and how to always win and come out at the top of everyone else around her.
Probably because she's blown more guys than a porn star…
But she was competitive and determined, of course; a cheerleader, gymnast, basketball player, and volleyball player.
Isabelle considered Amanda her best friend, even though she could be pretty disgusting.
She had a pretty bad reputation in the school. Not only was she known as the "cheapest slut on the face of the earth", she smoked cigarettes and weed, and did the occasional line of cocaine.
Amanda was never signalled out or tossed to the side by anybody, though. Sure people talked tons of shit about her behind her toned, muscularly chiselled back, but she was well "respected", because you never fucked with her! She had blazing coals in those seductive eyes of hers, and with one wrong move, she could kill you, resuscitate her, kill you again, and send you flying into the fiery pits of hell in a snap of her red manicured fingers.
Isabelle loved Amanda, though, despite everything! Amanda was good to her and treated her like a baby sister. She was there for Isabelle more than anybody. Even if she had zero true respect from the whole school, she had Isabelle's one-hundred percent.
She just sometimes wished Amanda wasn't this one big secret all the time. She knew there was more to her than just sex and drugs. Something must have happened to make her the way she is.
Isabelle was all an open book to Amanda, but Isabelle wished it was the same visa versa.
Amanda was just a big mystery waiting to be solved…
"Shut the hell up!" Amanda laughed a deep throaty laugh, slamming her thick binder down on the desk beside Isabelle's and plopping down into her seat, displaying her red hot thong bunching up over the waist of her black, leather skinny jeans.
Isabelle just grinned and rolled her honey eyes.
The bell rang and the rest of the students rushed to take their seats before the teacher, Mrs. Rolland, took center stage in the front of her class.
"Okay, guys! We have two new students in our class today." She said, announcing the obvious. The two new guys were so unbearably hot, it was impossible for hormonal girls and envious guys not to notice.
"This is Leonardo Hamato," Mrs. Rolland began to introduce, motioning her chubby hand over to a tall guy with soft, chestnut brown hair neatly shagged over blue eyes. He was wearing an electric blue t-shirt pulled over a pair of classy blue jeans, and blue converse sneakers.
"Just call me Leo." He simply said with a friendly smile. It was sexy and so was his cool, sleepy, calm voice.
"Hello, Leo!" All the girls giggled in unison, making Leo blush and scratch the back of his head.
One of the girls was of course Amanda.
"Leo's got some sex appeal!" She whispered rather loudly, purring like a black cat in heat. A few people turned around to stare at her. She just struck a phony grin and waved cheekily and they turned back in time for the next hottie to make his debut.
"and his brother, Raphael Hamato." She finished, this time motioning to a guy with short, jet black hair and dangerous amber hues. He was wearing a red muscle shirt underneath a black leather jacket, pulled over ripped blue jeans, and red converse sneakers. He had the most sexy, muscular hands Isabelle ever saw, but he quickly hid them behind his back as he sat slumped against the white board at the front beside Leo.
"Jus call me Raph, alright?" He said with a thick Brooklyn accent that made all the girls just wriggle in their seats.
"Hey, Raph!" All the girls repeated to him. He just rolled his burning eyes and smirked slightly.
Surprisingly, Amanda didn't play along with the rest of the girls. She just sat there wide-eyed and dazed by Raph. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. It was as if she was watching his every move, undressing him with her lusty eyes, day-dreaming about all the dirty tricks she would lay and Kodak porn worthy moments she would spend making, all on and with him…
Tiger and Arianna stumbled into the family studies classroom third period just before the bell rang. They were laughing like hyenas for no apparent reason.
To the school, despite how different they were (Tiger was sugary sweet, both in looks and personality, energetic, and comedic, a cheerleader, dancer, and singer, and Arianna was a gorgeous, usually calm, witty brainiac who got good grades), they were known as the two "happiest, most perfectly matched best friends ever".
The teacher, Ms. Cheryl, sternly told them to stop being so rambunctious and to take their seats. Tiger and Arianna didn't take their favourite teacher too, too seriously due to the little amused smile spread across her pretty, angelic face.
The two best friends took quick control of their laughing fits and began to look around for open seats at any table.
"Cute new boys!" Tiger cheered with a cheerleader's glee, skipping over to the empty chair beside a guy with shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair and baby blue eyes as blue as a summer sky. He had tiny freckles dotted over his rosy cheeks and nose. He wore a citrus orange t-shirt under a blue denim jacket, pulled over matching blue jeans, and converse sneakers to match his bright shirt.
"Heeya, cutie, what's up?" Tiger asked him playfully, chewing hard on her pink bubble gum and blowing it into a bubble before popping it within a second later. It was a little exercise to help gain control of her regular breathing from being a little too hyped up earlier.
She instantly saw his rosy cheeks turn a beet red, which in a way gave her complete satisfaction. The guy was freaking adorable!
"Uhh… family studies? What about you, dudette?" He asked back, playing up her flirtatious act with a sweet smile displaying his straight, white teeth.
"Ouu, I love your accent!" Tiger gushed, picking up on his "surfer dude" way of speaking, quickly blowing another bubble before asking, "Do you surf?"
The guy blushed again, this time pure crimson.
"Surf, skateboard, martial arts…" He began to list before the other guy beside him nudged him under the table.
Arianna chuckled aloud, plunking down into the empty seat between the two new boys.
She found the one opposite of the "surfer dude" extremely attractive. He had short, dark brown hair and trained amber eyes. He had a rather pale complexion, but it was nice looking, had no signs of a puberty attack. It was just clear and soft looking. He wore a pastel purple hoodie over slim fitting blue jeans, and purple converse to match his sweater.
"What's your name?" Arianna asked him politely, resting the side of her head on her palm which was propped up by her sharp elbow.
"Donatello… but you can just c-call me Donnie." He blushed nervously, making Arianna grin.
"Okay, class, as you can see, there are two new boys that you may or may have not met yet from previous classes. They're brothers. The one in orange is Michelangelo and the one in purple is Donatello, but you can just call them Mikey and Donnie. They have two older brothers in the same grade, Leo and Raph." Ms. Cheryl announced kindly.
"You two should sit with me and Arianna at lunch! It's on us, and oh – bring along Leo and Raph! I would like to meet them." Tiger grinned.
"Okay!" The two brothers replied gratefully in unison.
"As you all should know, we will be learning about mostly sex and pregnancy this year." Mrs. Cheryl piped up.
"Let's talk about sex, baby, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, let's talk about sex!" Tiger jokingly sang, taking aback both Michelangelo and Donatello by how good she could sing. Her voice was amazing.
The whole class, even Mrs. Cheryl applauded her. Tiger quickly stood up and took a few bows, her face a bright pink because she wasn't expecting such a reaction.
She sat back down and turned to Michelangelo.
"Welcome to New York High!" She smiled broadly into his eyes.
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