(A/N: Ok So another short chapter, I can't write much at school since I only have 45 min. classes, I hope you all enjoy this wonderful chapter)
My heels clicked as I walked across the parking lot to enter the academy of arts that I was enrolled at. As I got pass all the evil stares that the cheerleaders gave me, I felt no eyes on me so I sulked and moved to my locker. As, I twisted my locker combination, I saw Destinee Fisher came walking my way. She was the head cheerleader and the schools total screw up. I was surprised she was still going her after all the crap she put people threw.
"Well, isn't it Ms. Emma Bellamy, the one that everyone believes to be the daughter of the guitarist." I sighed she was really going to pull that card with me.
"I am, why don't you get it, I am just stop being jealous ok" I said moving away from her icy glare. She ran her hand threw her hair.
"Bellamy, don't pull it on me, I will expose your lie and you will be trash again" I turned around and looked down the hall to see to jocks coming up the hall. I moved past them and they shoved me into a locker. They laughed and did loser symbols at me. Tears streamed down my face; only if they knew that I was his daughter they would be getting down on their hands and knees to meet my father. The tears seem to pour faster. Some one covered the light in front of me. But I couldn't tell because of the layer of tears in my eyes. They pulled me up. I wiped away all of my tears, to see a beautiful boy with glowing blonde hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. He was slightly taller than me and his smile made my knees buckle. His sweet breath covered my face, making it harder to think.
"Are you ok?" He asked kindly and looking into my blue eyes.
"I think so, I really thank you for this-" I said stopping and looking at him to see if he would tell me his name.
"Colin Samuel" He said sweetly holding out his hand. I shook it.
"Emma Bellamy" I said looking down at my feet and blushed. "So, what are you here for?" I asked sweetly as I avoided eye contact.
"Acting, you?" He asked sweetly.
"Artist, like drawing and painting, not music" I stuttered out. He chuckled.
"Ok" He smiled kindly, "Well I must get to class" He said sweetly moving away from me, leaving me in front of the lockers breathless. Angel is all but a synonym to his beauty, He truly captured my heart.