chapter four ♡ fancy brand

(PICTURE OF RUTH)

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(FOR THE READERS THAT ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH THE AUSTRALIAN PRODUCTION ROUND THE TWIST. I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO IT BEFORE THE CHAPTER X)

I stood there stiffly, as Pandora tried snuggling up to him. She pushed his arm up by the crook, popping her head through the gap.

He sat there looking unsure for a second, he slowly retrieved his large hand from his pocket and reached out to pat Pandora's head.

Once he had she begun wagging her tail faster and faster until it wasn't possible to shake any faster.

His hand took over her whole head, as he gently scratched her behind her ears.

I was taken aback when the small, barely visible smile tugged at his lips as he stared down at Pandora.

"So you came here?" I asked as he raised an eyebrow in response. "After you left earlier." I recalled when Adrian and I both saw him outside the bakery.

He remained quiet, patting Pandora as she ended up in his lap.

"What's his name?" He mumbled.

"Her, and Pandora." He snorted at this.

"Should have guessed."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

He pulled Pandora into his arms, his tattoos were now on show, his white button up school shirt rolled up by the sleeves.

After scooping her into his arms he placed her on the grass but quickly, just like she had done before she placed her paw on him before cuddling up to him.

And just like expected he put her beside him once again.

Not taking another second he stood up. His black school shorts were now crinkled.

"I mean its typical, the rich girl naming her dog after some fancy brand."

This made my blood boil, I sent him a stare that could kill.

But, this had no effect on him whatsoever.

"No, I did not name my pet after Pandora, the brand." I said through clenched teeth. As I kept my eyes on him he seemed once again uninterested, he wasn't even looking at me, it was hard to tell if he was even listening. He was staring down at the lake.

I didn't care. I was going to continue.

"Ever heard of Pandora, the first mortal woman created? In Greek Mythology?" When I had expected even a small snicker from him it never came, if it was hard to tell if he was listening or not before it was impossible now.

I stopped talking, inhaling. Was I just wasting my time? He wasn't even paying attention.

But what right did it give him to label me, categorise me as some typical 'rich' girl. He didn't even know me.

Who did he think he was? Mentally, I was prepared to have an argument with Quin from the debate team, but physically I was out of breath.

I looked down, no longer facing him, trying to calm myself down.

"Why Pandora?" He muttered.

I was taken aback by this, somehow my anger was replaced with shock.

He peered up at me, only slightly as I continued on.

"Well, Pandora was created in the image of the Gods, she was created to perfection, she's beautiful, charming, cunning and bold. She's an interesting character, if you think about it, she's quite twisted. Being the first mortal created by the gods, yet, she was made to bring misery upon the human race. She's interesting, perfect but strange, and I guess it always fascinated me."

Damon was now looking at me, straight in the eyes.

He cracked a smirk at me, before averting his gaze down at Pandora.

Bending over, he wrapped his long fingers around his bag and slung it over his left shoulder.

When his back was faced to me, I had thought he'd leave, without anything more to say.

But to my surprise he stopped in his tracks when he'd taken a step, turning his head over his shoulder.

"So I guess the rich girl isn't as dumb as she looks."

Before I could protest he was off, walking away from me. I watched his retrieving figure as Pandora sat on the grass obediently staring back at him as well.

How was he related to sweet, caring Adrian?

And just when I had thought I broke out of the stereo type.

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Oh, the joy Rachel, Ruth and I got out of sitting and waiting here for hours on end.

"Let's just ditch." Ruth murmured, sinking into the uncomfortable plastic chair.

"All in favour?" Rachel laughed as immediately Ruth shot her hand up and so did Rachel.

They both stared back at me with pleading eyes waiting for my confirmation.

"You can't be serious." I said slowly as they nodded quickly.

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They were serious.

Ruth took another large mouthful of cinnamon doughnut before devouring it quickly as Rachel slowly ripped small pieces off of her doughnut and plopping it into her mouth.

"Do you think Haven will take us back early?" Ruth spoke, it was almost near impossible to understand her as she chopped away at the doughy delight.

We were seated at a round table inside of The Doughnut King store.

"Doubtful." I replied honestly, as in response Ruth and Rachel sighed heavily in unison.

I almost threw up once I had caught glimpse of a staff member walk into the store. I didn't know him, so how did I know he was from Hayes High? Well, teachers had more freedom then us, resulting in them being able to wear casual clothes (unlike the rest of the students at Hayes, we had to wear almost cardboard fitted clothes) but, the catch was: whatever item of clothing they had other them- a jumper for example, whatever was showing. Had to have the school's logo stitched into it.

Please don't ask, it was something about pride and being a member of the facility or something of the sort.

"Teacher." I mumbled as Ruth's and Rachel's eyes landed on the tall, tanned, dark-haired male.

"Hu-chi-ma-ma." Ruth winked at him as I groaned.

"Oh my god," Rachel exclaimed "You idiot."

"Would you stop that?"

Rachel and I begin at the same time both interrupting each other.

"Guys, calm down. Would you?" Ruth said, continuing. "Does it look like we're in Hayes High uniform?"

Peering down, she was right. We weren't in the horrid blue kilts (practically every school in Australia made the girls wear kilts during the winter seasons. Winter season usually happened to be the terms in which girls would receive the most detentions, why? Because no one ever dared to come in formal, it was sports uniform, day in and day out). And white button up shirts, matching blue ties and of course, who could forget, the large, oversized Blazers that made everyone's shoulders board and man-like, or robot-like, whatever you wanted to call it.

Instead, we were in the colours of Haven High; Red, black and white. It wasn't great nor fashionable but at least it didn't look like Hayes uniform.

There are two campuses, Haven High in Australia and Haven High in America. In America they were allowed causal attire, meanwhile, in Australia was a whole different story. See the fairness?

"It's almost near impossible for us to get caught." Ruth finished, pushing the last piece left of the doughnut into her mouth.

"I hate to admit it, but she's right." I grumbled as Ruth smiled widely.

Suddenly we all went silent as the lady behind the counter called out a name.

"Mr. Farrier?" She called out almost unsurely as the teacher from earlier took long strides to the register picking up his box full of doughnuts from her and a coke.

Honestly, this surprised me. From the way he looked I would have thought he was going to buy a coffee or something more... Sophisticated?

Rachel burst out laughing.

"Mr. Farrier?" She exclaimed, only loud enough for us to hear. "He made his order under Mr. Farrier? Like what students call him?" Rachel found this so hilarious she was actually crying and I couldn't help but join in too.

"Mysterious." Ruth sighed dreamily as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, real mysterious alright." Rachel scoffed.

This girls had one too many hormones coursing through her.

"Ew." I laughed, flicking her forehead as she frowned.

"Come on," Ruth insisted. "He's hot."

I thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, you're right."

Rachel couched on her own saliva in response as I had to keep down my laugh.

"If you're into gorilla's that is." I finished.

Rachel retrieved her breath, laughing even harder then before. We shared a high five as she hollered.

"Oo, Twist!" She stopped for a moment, going completely quiet before she started clicking.

"Have you ever, ever felt like this?" She sung. "When strange things happen when you're going round the twist!"

"This is my jam!" I exclaimed before joining in.

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H E Y G U I S E !
(Shoutout to Deathless_Ideas for helping me so much with this chapter! You all should give her a follow and check out her books! Because they're amazing. Thanks once again Chilli!)

Haha, sorry to the readers that may not get the round the twist part, it's an from this Australian production, I've placed the song at the start of the chapter if you guys want to give it a listen XD.

Chelsea's words of wisdom:
Omg
Chapter Four
Introducing four!

(Lmao, Theo James ya'll)

Quick story time, in year six Chelsea and I started reading the Divergent series and pretty much we still hadn't found out what Four's name was until a friend spoiled it. And I had this whole theory:

Tobias... Like two-bias...
TWO PLUS TWO EQUALS... FOUR!!

(Sadly that wasn't the reason as to why he goes by four :'( )

SHE STILL LAUGHS AT ME ABOUT IT GUISEEE

- Kylie