-Violets POV-

'Honey get up! You're going to be late for your first day' My mom sang, shaking my shoulder.

'Ughuhhghh' I mumbled, sitting up in my bed. I looked over at the clock, 7.15. Damn, I have to be at school by 8.30.

'I made you some pancakes downstairs, so hurry up and get dressed sweetheart' She smiled, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I threw my legs over the side of my bed once my mom had left the room, I had no idea what I was even going to wear today and I couldn't care less.

I pulled out a long red netted dress with barely any sleeve and a baggy dirty cream jumper. I put the dress over the jumper and paired it with some black tights and my porkpie hat, it looked good in my eyes. *Outfit Violet wore when Leah tried to make her eat her cigarette*

I grabbed my satchel hanging from the end of my bed and sprinted down the stairs.

'I love you mom but I gotta go, thanks for making the pancakes!' I yelled, running out of the door before she could stop me.

I knew my mom didn't deserve this but I knew for a fact my dad was there and I couldn't live with this fucking facade of a family, I mean, eating breakfast together.. pancakes no less? Thats going to the fucking brady bunch level and I wasn't going to sit there and pretend that everything was okay, they can, I won't.

I walked to school, no way was I going to get the shitty school bus, I wouldn't be surprised if I caught chlamydia sitting on one of those seats.

First class, American Literature. Good.

We were 10 minutes near the end of the class when I heard the door swing open, I didn't bother to remove my head from my desk, whoever it was, wasn't worth it, though curiosity got the best of me. I peeked over my arms a little, just enough so I could watch them, but they didn't know I was watching.

'Mr. Langdon! You're late again!' Mr. Carmichael exclaimed, dropping his chalk onto his desk and wiping his hands all over his ass.

'Sorry Mr.C' I heard the boy chuckle, walking to the table infront of me. Once he took a seat he continued. 'At least I can enjoy the last 10 minutes of your wonderful lecture on uhhh..' He mumbled, turning around looking for what I can assume was the book we were studying. He pulled up the book from my desk, causing me to jolt up. I hated it when people touched my books, if he ruins it, I ruin him. 'Uhh, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath' He sang, putting emphasis on Plath.

'Nice try ' chuckled, turning to write the homework assignment on the board.

The boy turned around to return my book to my desk. 'Thanks for letting me borrow it new kid' He purred, winking at me.

All I could do was scoff. 'Like I had a choice' I replied back.

He looked shocked that I replied to him like that, who did he think he was? the fucking king?

'I uh.. Yeah sorry. Whats your name?' He questioned.

'None of your business, thats what it is' I replied sourly, laying my head back on the table. I could feel his eyes on me still.. I just wanted to get out of here.

The bell rang, I grabbed my satchel and whisked out of the door, I hated public schools like these.. the segregation of cliques was unbelieveable. I found myself chuckling at the thought of the cafeteria seperated out into areas.. one for the jocks.. one for the cheerleaders.. before I knew it, I had walked all the way to the bleachers.

I looked around, nobody here but some track kids. I might as well sit here until journalism.

I sat on the highest bleacher and I pulled out the Kurt Cobain journals from my satchel and a banana.

I was reading for about 15 minutes but the noise on the field managed to distract me this time. I looked over the top of my book to see all the track kids running, and a kid running towards me. It was the fucking asshole from American Lit! Ugh.

'Hey new kid' He panted, sitting next to me.

'Could you not? You stink of sweat' I complained, wrinkling my nose at the smell.

'You call it sweat, I call it achievement' He chuckled, taking a drink from his water bottle.

'Achievement? congratulations on your achievement of being the stinkiest sweater I've ever met' I shot back, scooting away from him.

'Hey, you gotta remember me somehow' He winked, filling in the gap I had just created.

'What do you want?' I sighed, closing the book and turning to look at his face.

He was quite attractive.. curly blonde locks fell over his face and his eyes.. his eyes were to die for.. they were a dark chocolate coated brown which I felt like I could swim in for hours.. Violet cut it out! I scolded myself, not letting my hard face change.

'I just wanted to talk, nothing wrong with a bit of friendly communication' He smiled sarcastically

'There is if the person you're communicating with doesn't want to communicate' I replied, rolling my eyes. Why couldn't this kid just get the message?

'I saw you were reading the Kurt Cobain Journals earlier' He added. My guess is he decided to ignore the remark I made previously.

'Yeah, what of it?' I questioned.

'Oh nothing, its pretty cool actually, hes kinda my idol' He smiled, taking another drink of his water.

Now he mentioned it, I could kinda see a resemblance from Kurt to this kid.. this kid.. I didn't even know his name, all I knew him as was .

'Thats fantastic' I replied nonchalantly, shuffling away again. Why was this kid talking to me? by the looks of it he was a track star, doesn't that mean he's popular in this generic piece of shit known to them as highschool? He should be taping my ass together or something, not trying to be friendly.. but maybe thats just me being me, I tend to stereotype a lot.

'I haven't read them yet..' He started. Before he could finish I pulled out the book and threw it on his lap.

'Here, knock yourself out. I've read it 10 times over anyway' I exclaimed, standing up and grabbing my satchel. I ran down the bleachers before he could say another word.. I just wanted to relax on my own, is that too much to ask?

I made it to the bottom of the bleachers when I heard him call out. 'I didn't get your name!' He yelled

'Thats because I didn't tell you' I shot back, turning to give him a smirk before leaving for good.