My suspension was over and I was heading back to school. I was about to gracefully exit the house when I was rudely informed by my dad that the principal demanded the lesson happen today.

Shit

The boys - Noah, Jayden, and Chris, that I was supposed to tutor, hadn't shown up throughout the weeks I wasn't on suspension, and I didn't bother talking cause the stress in my life was already at max level.

I banged the door in annoyance and started walking. Emerald High was two miles away from my house. With my dad leaving the house at an unholy hour, me failing my driver's test, and my dad's hatred for the bus, there was only one option left -walking. Which was good considering that it was my only form of exercise ever.

The walk which also served as a mini-therapy session, was now attending to the issue of Karla and what exactly to do with her. My thoughts revolved around breaking up with her, but the cool autumn breeze and yellow and red leaves falling beautifully off trees made it difficult to think of anything other than romantic thoughts.

I stared at the Flynn's house already decked out early for Halloween, as I turned on the pavement, the school now in sight. I turned back one last time to stare at the trees and listen to the quiet before I walked unto the steps of the place where sorrow lived.

Getting out the autumn air and into stuffy wall, I could already feel my bitchyness levels rising live two hundred percent per minute. It would  be a waste to discard the peace I had just gotten, so I plugged in my ear pods and started blasting pop music into my ears.

I glanced around the deserted hallways. It didn't surprise me, I came extra early for the quiet anyways. Walking around some more and confirming that I was completely alone, I started dancing and singing along as I went to my class.

I didn't smell the nicotine until it was too late and that blonde moron was on the ground laughing.

"Nice dance moves shortie." I froze and removed my earpods, Jayden Cruz, the last person I expected to be at school early, was staring at me.

"Whydda stop?" I turned to face him. His gray eyes danced with mischief and I could tell by the smirk dancing on his lips that I would not be free from this anytime soon.

He took a puff of his cigarette, that somehow managed to stay intact while he rolled on the floor with laughter, and blew out. I started hacking and coughing. His eyes narrowed at me as he crushed the cigarette with his sneakers.

"Are you okay shortie?"

He crouched down and put a hand forward to help me up, but I slapped it away. In my defense, I thought he was going to hurt me. His eyes darkened and my mouth was already forming to apologize when he got up harshly.

"See at lesson shortie" He growled and stomped out the class. The absence of the jingling chain across his ripped jeans told me he wasn't near anymore.

I tried pushing the distraction out my head and sat down on a desk, pulling out my sketch book at the same time and started to draw of places and worlds I had never even been to.

It's not my fault you're a bad boy

Okay, so maybe I didn't succeed at getting it off my mind.

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AN.
So, for those of you who may be confused as to how it's suddenly October now. I embarrassingly made an error in the first chapter that has now been rectified. Please forgive me.

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