Connor's P.O.V.

"I'm not sorry for saying this Mr. Gold." Mr. Principal stood with his arms folded in a manner that came off as serious with pricing green eyes digging into my soul. I've been here so many times that I even have lost count.

"I wonder where I heard that before." I whispered mockingly under my breath but it seems that Mr. Principal here heard.

Within a second he grabs at my hood bringing me dangerously close to his face, with nerves pumping he said at the top of his voice.

"Get out of my school!!" He through me on the floor with great force but I steadily got to my feet brushing off the invisible dirt.

"I'll suggest a mint for you sir." I said with confidence while slowly heading to the door.

"NOW!!!!!" He roars out in rage.

I slam the door behind me without easing up, I hope it breaks.

Dipshit.

I pulled my hood more over my head covering my face, walking down the hall. I watch as students get out of my way in a hast like I'm the plague but no I'm more than that.

My nickname The Grime Reaper mainly because I wear full black, my black hoodie with ripped black jeans and my combat boots.

I gritted my teeth that principal pissed me off ever since I started this shit hole. Greatly, the look on his face when I crashed his car will forever be in my memory.

If only I had the chance to do it again.

I never wanted to be here in the first place, every fun thing got boring fast anyways.

Same girls, same parties, same every d*mn thing.

"Connor....Connie." That annoying voice rang even louder throughout the hall. Her heels clicking loudly more than her voice.

Oh god, shot me.

I move even faster in my step but my attempt failed when her sharp long nails dug into my arms.

''Connie, didn't you hear me." Her fake sweet voice sounded like acid to my ears. And her fake puppy dog eyes make her look like an idiot. I pull my arm from her grip gritting my teeth in annoyance from that name.

"Where are you going, honey boo." She said even more pushing herself closer, I continue to walk again clearly avoiding her but I guess my message isn't clear enough.

"Okay, take me with you then." She keeps leaning in forcing her way but my nerves are about to pop.

I turn to her faster than she expected because she jumps in her skin.

"Listen to me you b**h, you keep pi**ing me off..." I said through my teeth catching her off guard but I keep going without caring.

"...Why don't you take that slut a** of yours and find a new prey." I watch as her eyes expand in size, once I exit through the door I could finally breathe.

"Get the f**k out of my way." I shouted out my anger consuming me, the group of under class-men rush away.

I got on my motorcycle, it's black and red prints shine even brighter in this pathetic school.

I didn't even pay attention at how fast I'm going I just want to get home, if it even is a home. I pull into the run down trailer park and park by the rusty brown colored trailer.

Home sweet home.

I think sarcastically as I get off the motorcycle and head up the three stone steps and into the house that smells like depression and old food.

"Connor, is that you?" A weak female voice calls from the living room. I sigh and walk into the dark living room, the curtains are shut and the old cracked screen tv is on but the volume is down slow. On the couch wrapped in a big blanket that has many different holes in it, lays a female that is nothing but skin and bones.

''Yeah, mom, it's me." I speak softly, I learned years ago that it is never a good idea to be angry around mom, her mental health can't take being yelled at.

"Has he come back." She breaks down sobbing. I sigh and drop my bag on the floor. The 'he' she is referring to is my piece of sh*t of a father, they still are illegally married but he's barely even around. He put mom through hell and back, it all started when I was just eight, he would just disappear days, weeks, months and sometimes even years before he would just show back up out of the blue and act like nothing has ever changed. He would never tell us where he was going and that left mom not sleeping or eating, she got really bad social anxiety and depression. She has tired to comment suicide so many times that I have lost count. At the age of eight I had to step up and take care of everything.

Thank God I'm an only child.

I gently sit beside her and wrap her in my arms, "No, but I'm sure he'll show up soon." I say trying to put her at ease, even if it is a lie.

We haven't seen that piece of sh*t in six months and I highly doubt we'll see him anytime soon. The last time I punched him square in the face and physically through him out of the house after he called mom a 'crazy b***h'.

Honestly, I wish he would just leave and never come back, but for the sake of mom I know she wouldn't be able to handle if that happened.

I couldn't even bring myself to tell her that I got kicked out of another school again.

So when I heard the telephone ringing I ran to it, knowing it might be the school calling but no it's just my p***ed off Aunt Gracelyn.

Oh don't you just love Aunt's?

"Connor you son of a b...." She yelled out in an angry tone that could kill. I had to take the phone away from my ears as an attempt to avoid hearing loss.

"Connor who is it?" My mother weakly asked, I only smile waving my hand her way telling her it's not important.

"Connor!!" I can practically feel her fuming, "Connor boy, if you don't answer me right now."

"Yes, aunty dear." I said faking my sweetness, I honestly can't handle my aunt when she's like this.

She once hanged me upside down for a whole day when I didn't attend school for two days.

"...I'm coming for you guys right now." The phone went silent on the other end.

Wait, what.

With a sigh I place the phone back on its holder and head to the couch awaiting the storm that is too come.

Hurricane Aunt Gracelyn.

***

The door bell rings three times in a row without easing up, only one person could do that and that was dear old Aunt Gracelyn.

She would smack me if she ever heard me refer to her as old.

But before I could get up the door flys open, like what I said dear old Gracelyn.

"Are you guys ready yet." She says all the while taking off her sunglasses and hooking them to her blouse. She arrived here faster than I ordinary thought.

"Hi to you to Aunt Gracelyn." I said with sarcasm dripping from my tone, she rolls her eyes and closes the door it's hinges squeak. She went right over to my mom sitting on the couch, to say the truth they don't look like sisters at all. Not because of my mother's sickness but my mother has dirty blonde hair with green eyes and my aunt has platinum blonde hair with hazel eyes.

My mother smiled at her but confusion marked her face. Usually she don't visit until holidays but I choose to leave them to talk in private. I to my room to put on some music on.

'Woah' by lil baby starts to play and honestly I move to every beat. Hip hop dance style always amazes me ever since my world crumbled around me I had to turn to dancing.

But of course it's a talent I don't go around bragging about.

"Connor, pack your stuff." I turn off the music breathing heavily as I move to my bags, I never unpack. Plus, it's not like I have anywhere to put my things anyway. I make sure to pack my iPod along with my laptop.

Mom and I, are constantly moving in and out of Aunt Gracelyn's house. Actually no, it's a three story mansion. I sigh and zip up my bags, Aunt Gracelyn isn't married nor dose she have any kids, she likes to say she is good with men and I really don't doubt it as she has been desired by many men.

Gross!!

I shake my head quickly and get my bags, Aunt Gracelyn lives a few towns over from us, in a more richly area.

A town where I can only ever dream to live in.

"Connor! Hurry up! Your mother's already in the car and I have a dead line!" She yells through the small trailer, I sigh and roll my eyes and grab my sh*t before heading out. In total I have one black duffel bag and two black backpacks. Once outside I notice Aunt Gracelyn climbing into her black car and her diver shuting the door.

Aunt Gracelyn is a very famous women in her younger days she used to be a model or a Victoria Secret Model to be more specific, but now she is retired and a writer.

She basically just writes about her life and how to deal with men in this day and age.

But anyway mom's mental health is getting worse by the days and I know Aunt Gracelyn is getting worried, even if she is is a pain in the a** most of the time, I know she truly does care for her sister.

It's about a forty five minute dive before we reach the mansion. We both park near the five car garage and get out or off our rides. I glance around it's been almost a year since I was last here.

But everything still looks the same.

I notice that the horse barn and tennis court are still here as well as the outside pool. Not a moment longer Aunt Gracelyn pulls me aside when mom was in her bedroom resting.

"Connor, I got you into a private academy one that will have a new student in the middle of the semester." She said putting her hands on her hips while taking a paper from her bosom I was between taking it or throwing up.

She simply pushed the pamphlet in my hand, with gagging motion I attempted to read it while reminding myself to wash my hands later on.

Or simply just get new hands.

"Pairs Hill Academy...Sounds like an uptight school." I sighed folding the paper into my pocket, I guess tomorrow I'm busy.

Go figure.

                             ~~~~

The next morning came fast with my mother having a coughing fit, thank god for my Aunt it quiet down.

I never feel good leaving my mom by herself, that was the main reason why I never cared for school but with Aunt Gracelyn here I guess I'm fine.

Hopefully.

It's not that I don't trust Aunt Gracelyn with mom, it's just...I've have taken care of her since I can remember and deep down I know I am the only person who can make sure mom gets the help she needs. But with Aunt Gracelyn I just worry that if she gets annoyed or has to run off to make a dead line. She might hire someone to take care of mom. Which the exactly what I don't want to happen.

But with a sigh I race down the stairs making sure my blonde locks didn't have bad hair day.

That would be a mood killer.

"I'm going!" I shouted throughout the house not expecting a reply. I search for my motorcycle making sure it got put in the garage nice and safely.

"Young master Conner, your keys." The butler said placing the keye in my palm with a smirk in his direction, I went off on my way.

As I reach the school it wasn't any different from any school, it's only private. I took my helmet off already catching some girls attention.

I simply rolled my eyes bringing my hood down even more.

I went to the front desk all the classes were the same from my old school but something caught my eyes.

'Hip Hop classes @7p.m everyday expect for weekends'

It was place as an extra credit course, I made a plan to go sign up heavens know those other courses aren't my strong points.

I mean who does art or take pictures for fun?

Classes where the same introduce yourself seat arrangements and more eyes watching. Seven classes everyday was assigned.

It's murder!

I waited anxiously, watching the time move as a snail but eventually all my nightmares come to an end. After getting directions from a nice girl, I find myself standing near the entrance of the dance room.

The music pulled me in to it's location. But I stop in my tracks when I saw a girl showing some moves to a few people. Her movements were like liquid and strong in every step.

Was she the teacher?

Headed at the back finding a guy who seems to be older than anyone here so I concluded he also was a teacher.

"Hey good evening, I would like to join your class." I said straight to the point, I must have catched him off guard but it disappears after he laughs a little.

"Your an interesting kid, what's your name." With folded arms he asks, I answered in while he wrote my name down on a list. "Your in kid, let me introduce you to your new partner. Hey Lydia! Come here!" He shouted from across the room when the music came to an end, simply excusing herself from the group.

So she isn't a teacher... interesting.

"Yeah?" She asks as she got closer.

I avoid her keeping my eyes somewhere else, but for some reason she keeps looking at me as if I were some ugly, disfigured thing.
But I can't help but steal a glance at her when she isn't paying attention. Her beautiful raven black hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, parts of her hair frames her face. Her lightly tanned skin off sets her hazel eyes. Her small button nose and rosey cheeks give her this adorable face. But once you look past her face and down at her body...the adorable feature disappears and is replaced by sexy. She has a dancers body, tight hips, long legs, a lean stomach, a round but tight butt and smaller breasts.

She's stunning.

But when the teacher spoke she seemed to have choked on air.

Stunning, but maybe not smart.

"You start tomorrow." He said giving me a light pat on the shoulder. I walk to the exit wanting to get away from that strange girl who seems to keep looking.

Talk about new school...