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Rose bangs on the closet door, her hands and body aching. She had been doing this for about thirty minutes now and she was sure that her hands were a light shade of purple, because they sure felt as if.

Someone has to help me, she thought, a loud groan slipping past her lips out of frustration, is no one near? Rose decides to take a break by allowing her body to slide down the frame of the wooden door. Sighing, she rubs each palm of her hand with the other.

If there was one thing she regretted at the moment, it was ever getting in the way of Iran Col. The female was sure he was crazy, what kind of person in their right mind throws someone in a closet?

Rose brings her hand to scratch her head as she tries to think of a way out of the four-walled room.

"Help! Hello? Hello?" She tries one last time, her voice lacking all essence of hope. The 'knocking and yelling' method clearly wasn't working, and she was stumped. Rose later decides to just wait it out, she didn't care if she missed class. It would all be Iran's fault anyways.

Silence flood the room, making the mucky air thick. Rose started to feel as if she was going crazy, and just when she couldn't take it anymore, a small squeak breaks the silence, causing her to leap into the air.

A rat?!

She begins to pound on the door twice as hard, ignoring the rushing pain in her hand. Apart from the toilet paper and mops that laid beside her, there was a dark shadow, casted upon the brooms. Lurking in the shadows could be anything, and Rose didn't want to find out.

Suddenly the doorknob rattles, and on the other side of the door, she heard the sound of jingling keys.

Oh, finally!

Rose steps back, making way for the door to open. And as it does, an old, bald man, who she assumed is the janitor, is revealed.

"Get out! Got stuck in here while making out?" He laughs at her, shaking his head. He held a mop bucket and a mop in the same hand, and was dressed in a grey attire.

Rose didn't waste anytime; she gathered her backpack and headed out the dreadful closet. To her relieve, it was still first period and she had an hour left of class.

As Rose walks to class, she asks herself how her first day of school could start out so horribly? She hated to admit that it was partially her fault or maybe even all.

Rose had heard countless stories about the Col brothers back in Texas, and was even bombarded with questions when everyone heard the news that she was moving to their town.

If she had known they were such jerks- especially Iran- she would of asked her mother to send her off with her great Aunt in Georgia instead of her Father, here.

Rose pulls out the map of the school she had received earlier from the main office- to make sure she was going in the right direction. She turned left and spotted classroom 106, her homeroom.

Students exchanged weird expressions as they saw her enter the class. Some whispering to each other- rather loudly.

Her teacher gave her a look of sympathy while trying to calm the raging class. Rose only rolls her eyes in response to the teacher's fake concern. Where were you when I was being lifted into the air and begging for your help, she thought angrily.

On the far right, Rose spots Diran Col, slouched in his chair with his hands folded below his chin. She rolls her eyes once more as he shoots her a smirk.

Rose takes a seat in the far back of the classroom next to a girl who stared her down hungrily. To her surprise, the girl grips the sides of her desk and scoots herself to the right, away from Rose.

This angered Rose dearly and it wasn't the girl's actions, but the fact that Iran had made her look like a weak fool earlier in front of everyone.

Something suddenly settled in her mind; this wasn't how she wanted to start off her year. Rose knew she had to redeem herself, show everyone that she wasn't a 'weak fool.' She knew what she had to do, it was clear.

Rose needed to get revenge on Iran Col, and she would, because once she had her mind set on something, she would indeed accomplish it.

This was it, Rose thought as she felt a smile forming on her face. This was how she was going to redeem herself!

In the room across, Iran sat at a table on his phone. He scrolls through Snapgram, boredly, looking at recently taken pictures of some of his friends. The device vibrates in his hand, showing him he had a message. It was from Brian:

The girl's name is Rose something. Do you want to expel her?

Iran ignored the message, as he thought back to something Rose had said. She mocked him, asking if he'd expel her if she didn't comply. And Iran knew better than to give her the satisfaction of being right, so he was going to let her stay. For the fun of it, he told himself smugly.

But the girl didn't leave his mind after he finalized his decision, instead she swarmed it for the rest of the day.

Iran didn't know why, it wasn't like he liked her- or thought he did. For one; she wasn't even his type, but then again, neither were gold diggers, which was usually the women he attracted.

As Iran sat at his designated table at lunch, he felt someone staring at him from afar. It wasn't a new feeling, everyone always stared, but he didn't feel the stare of affection or envy. Instead, it was different. Iran felt hatred radiating onto him and when he turned to his side.

He saw Rose.

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