Sebastian's POV:

(September 7, 1994. New York City, NY. 7:18 AM,

Location: Recon High School)

I stood there and sighed, looking up at the building that'll be the source of my education until I graduate. Oh, where the bloody hell are my manners? Mum would scold me if I didn't use them… My name is Sebastian Blackthorne and I'm 17 years old; junior. The reason I'm here in America is because mum thinks I'll get a better education. Yeah, right! For the few days I've been in this country, I think I can say that my friends and I were right about Americans having a superiority complex. They think that they own everything? Give me a break…

I shook my head at the thought while I got footage of the school. Yeah, I have a camera and I like to film things (mainly journals), but it's only a hobby. This camera however, is my life. If anything were to happen to this thing… I shuddered at the thought. I continued with the footage when something, well… more like someone caught my eye. Right by one of the entrances to the school was a long, dark-haired girl in all-black attire, leaning back against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. I guessed that she was a loner and tried to move on, but I couldn't help it. I found her quite interesting for a loner.

So here, I am now having an argument with myself about whether I should go and talk to her or not. I swear it was very infuriating how just her standing there alone can drive me bloody mad! After finally deciding as to which course of action as to take, I started making my way over to her. Until I was blocked off by a bunch of American football players (1)… Lovely…

"Hey, new guy. What do you think you're doing?" one of them, I guess he was the ringleader, asked, "Huh, you little punk!" He shoved me and I stubble back a few steps.

"I'm not doing anything! Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get through." I said, a little pissed about their behavior. I tried to go around, but one of his buddies grabs my arm, holding me in place as the ring leader came up and punched me. Caught off-guard, I was knocked to the ground as he and his friends laughed.

Okay, now I'm really pissed off! As they started to walk away laughing, I quickly got up, completely forgetting about my camera, and socked him the minute he turned around, hearing a satisfying crack as I hit him square in the nose. His buddies quickly started throwing punches at me, trying to take me down. But when you've met and fought you're best friend's drunken Irish cousins, multiple times, on a yearly basis; let me tell you, these guys fight like shit compared to the Irish. I dodged most of the punches thrown.

Yeah, that's what comes out of fighting Irish drunks. Unfortunately, my luck ran out when two guys snuck behind me and held on to both my arms as another came up and punched me square in the jaw, dislocating it, while another kick me in the stomach, causing me to double over. Shit… I thought, waiting for the next punch.

"Hey, asshole." A feminine voice called out. The guy who punched me turned around the same time I looked up to see the loner girl, standing there right in front of us. But, my eyes widen as I saw my camera in her hands.

"Say cheese." She said, punching him square in the face before proceeding to kick him in the place where men definitely should not be kicked, sending him to the ground in a fetal position. Ouch…

She looked at other guy, expecting him to come at her, but instead he did the completely opposite and he, as well as the guys who were holding my arms, ran away. Damn, loner girl's got balls.

I laid on the ground for a few seconds before a hand appeared in front of me, the owner of such a hand was no other than loner girl herself. Without thinking I took it, and pulled myself to my feet. She held out my camera and I took it while muttering "thanks". She simply nodded and started to walk away. Once again, without thinking, I followed her. Idiot, say something!

But, before I can open my open my mouth, a voice rang out on the speakers saying "Sebastian Blackthorne and Alexandra Angels, please report to my office immediately!" The principle. Damn and I don't even know where the office is? Loner girl sighed and started heading for the building.

"Uh, hey, where are you going?" I asked, running after her. She kept walking, but muttered something that sounded like "office". My brain immediately, began piecing the puzzle together.

"So, you're name's Alexandra?" I asked, curiously. She muttered something I couldn't hear. "What?" She turned to look at me with her pretty brown eyes. Whoa… where the hell did that come from?

"Alex. It's Alex."

Yes! It is currently close to midnight, and I finally finished the chapter! (I definitely, need to go to bed after this...)

(1) Every country (except the U.S.) calls soccer "football".

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