Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Scarlett groaned, she had always hated alarm clocks, especially when they went off. Slamming her hand on the off button she was horrified when rather thanstopping the damned device continued to torture her. Pressing the button repeatedly she finally lost her patients and threw the clock across the room where it collided with the wall with a satisfying smash.

She was about to roll back over to sleep when there was a knock on the door. Getting up she was just about ready to murder whoever was on the other side of that door until she opened it and saw Pogue standing there with a worried look on his perfect face. "Are you ok? I heard something smash!"

"Don't worry I'm fine, my alarm clock and I just had a disagreement which my wall sorted out." She said sleepily. She was immensely grateful for the door that was now hiding her bottom half, as she was only in a silk shirt and laced underwear.

"I understand," he said with a laugh. "Well you better hurry, first period starts in thirty minutes, I could walk you to class if you want?" he asked the question with a hint of worry, as if he was worried she would say no.

"Yeah that would be really nice, thanks. In fact if you don't mind I might end up following you for most of the day." The school was so big that without a guide she would have no chance.

"Hey no worries, but I have swimming practice later." He warned.

"Cool are you any good?" she teased.

"Come along and you'll find out."

"Well then I better get dressed." She said.

He laughed and gave her a once over that made her blush "If you insist, I'll see you in twenty minutes." Smirking she closed the door. Turning towards the closet she braced herself for the uniform. She had to admit, she had seen worst. She quickly got dressed, swapping the short skirt for her longer black one in an attempt to keep out the Ipswich chill, she looked at the clock. She had ten minutes to brush her hair and teeth, breakfast will have to wait. She sighed as her stomach voiced its protests. Pulling out a mirror and her brush from one of the boxes, she cringed at the state of her hair. 'I look like a pigeon's ass!' she thought to herself as she started running her brush through the knots. Once her hair was half decent she grabbed her favourite clip, it was in the shape of a flame, and though the colours had faded she still found it beautiful. Once her raven black hair was up she did her teeth and grabbed her pre packed bag. She was about to leave when something stopped her. Looking over her shoulder she sighed. Checking the clock she saw she still had a few minutes to herself. Putting down her bag she retrieved the key from her pillow case and unlocked the trunk. It was a plain thing with no memorable markings or patterns. It was designed to be easily forgotten. And to everyone other than Scarlett it was.

Lifting the lid she smiled at its content. These she understood. Selecting one she strapped it to her thigh, careful that the blade was safely in the holder. With the silver knife strapped to her leg she felt slightly calm. She hadn't slept well after her talk with Pogue because that was when the nerves had set in. Before she could dwell on her nerves there was a knock at the door. "Ummm, just a minute!" she called, closing the trunk and turning the key. Putting the key back in her pillow case she pulled out the small jewelled ring that she always kept near. Slipping it on her middle finger on her left hand she felt the pressure on her temple ease. Putting a smile on her face she grabbed her bag and opened the door. Pogue stood there 'In all his hotness!' leaning against the door frame. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." She said taking a deep breath. No matter how many schools her parents dumped her at the first day was never going to be easy. People always had the same questions like: who is she? Where is she from? I wonder if she's nice. I wonder if I should say hi. But of course they never did. They watched her from a distance, as if she was a newly discovered species, not knowing if she was dangerous or a pushover.

Pogue slung his arm over her shoulder and gave her a reassuring squeeze, "Don't worry about a thing, if anyone messes with you I got your back."

Laughing she shook off his arm, "What makes you think I can't handle any bitches Spencer can throw at me?"

"With that key ring, nothing, but getting expelled on the first day may not be the best idea." He told her.

"Wouldn't be a first time." She said without a hint of regret. Turning to look at her with a raised eyebrow he silently told her to continue. Rolling her eyes at him she decided to tell him, after all he'd end up finding out…they all did. "It was at this school in New York, first day and these girls decided it would be fun to humiliate the new girl. All day they kept on going on and on about what they supposably heard about me. I'm not gonna lie, they had a…wicked sense of humour." She blinked furiously at the tears that threatened at the memory of what they had said. "Somehow they got to me. Then after gym class they cornered me in the girls change room. They kept going on and on about how I'd never fit in, that I had a face to ugly to hide. Once they realised I wasn't gonna say anything one of them slapped me. And I…snapped. An hour later, I was expelled; two of them had broken noses and the one that slapped me, two cracked ribs and a lesson she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon."

Pogue listened intently as she told him what happened. He couldn't help but feel a flush of anger. 'How dare those New York bitches do that to Scarlett?!'stepping on front of her he stopped her. Putting a hand on either shoulder he looked her in the eyes, 'funny, I thought they were brown…not green' it pained him to see that her eyes were wet with tears. "I swear to you no one here will do that and if anyone tries to they'll have me to answer to." He vowed sincerely.

It was strange. The protectiveness he felt for her was as strong as what he felt for his brothers. Stranger still, it was more than what he felt for Kate. Kate, his girlfriend of two years straight, the one thing normal about his life, was also the one thing about his life that was currently causing him pain (apart from the still cracked rib, courtesy of Chase). Letting go of her shoulders he gave her a smile, "Come on we have English first and Mr Gordon will not go easy on you if you're late, even if you're new."

She smiled, clearly happy to have the topic switched away from her. "Lead the way."

A/N A masive thank you to the people who fav/followed this story i may not know you but i love you XD

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