Hitting my head on my desk by accident, I groaned to myself both because I had just woken up and because I'm probably gonna have a huge lump on my head later on.

A few people had turned around because of the noise, but turned away as they noticed it was no one important.

Best classmates ever.

What was it with History class that just made me feel like hibernating and never returning? I blame bush.

"Winter!" Fluttering open my eyes, I furrowed my brows as I wondered how I had just fallen asleep again? I was literally just talking to myself in my head 3 seconds ago.

Or maybe I was dreaming that... Maybe im dreaming this. God, this is some inception shit going on.

Focusing on the screaming women in front of me, I repeated to pinch myself on the arm, just hoping I would wake up and be in my cosy bed.

But notta.

"You are meant to be doing the essay I set about John-" before she had finished her sentence, I pulled the piece of paper - slightly damp from drool - from my desk and held it in mid air.

"You mean this paper?"

Watching her mouth drop into an impressed pout, I felt like grinning from ear to ear just to show her how stupid she looked. But suddenly noticed how everyone was looking at me as if I had done something wrong.

"Perfect." Miss Wilson said simply as she skimmed over the piece. Her green eyes stuck to every word like glue and her red stained lips murmured along.

The prying eyes of everyone had been making me slide further down in my seat by the second. Why did this always happen?

It was as if every time I finished before them, or did better than any of them in a test, that I was the big bad wolf. It wasn't my fault they were stupid.

The amount of times I get called a geek or a freak is shocking. I'm a geek because I do well in school, and I'm a freak because they couldn't understand how i did so well with the learning thing.

It was illogical of them, yet no one seemed to agree with me, or they did and just would rather watch the 'it group' torture and torment me than do the right thing and help.

I don't blame them if I'm honest.

"It's alright I guess." I murmured trying to only be audible to her. The grey curls on her head fell in front of her pointed glasses as she continued to read on.

Can't she just carry on with the freaking lesson like any normal teacher.

Raising her head from the paper, I avoided her eye contact at every cost. From the corner of my eye, I could see her beginning to peer around the class with a look that was anything but good.

Oh god please don't.

"See class?" Can't she get struck by lightening already? "If any of you put any effort into your work, it could be just as good as Winter's" she huffed.

Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I could feel the Crimson rushing to my cheeks as the low whispers of the girls around me began to fill my ears.

"As you've finished the work already Winter, you may leave early" an erupt of groaning and muffled curses broke out for what felt like the 100th time in the past hour.

Nodding my head in silence, I couldn't have gotten out of the class quick enough if I tried.

With my backpack securely on my back, I listened to the echo of my steps as I walked closer to my locker.

I was alone in the halls as per usual.

Feeling my eyes begins to well up slightly, I wiped them before any tears had tried to escape.

Why the hell am i starting to cry? God, I'm so pathetic.

Undoing my hair tie, i let my unruly curls bounce off of my shoulder and touch the hold in my back.

I wondered in my head about what I was going to do for a whole 30 minutes before lunch, when my phone began to ring.

Yanking it out from my back pocket, I pouted a frown as I noticed it was Luca trying to FaceTime me.

Wasn't he meant to be in lesson? I swear he never had class. Whenever I would ask him, he would just say how 'Colorado schools are way more chill'

Yeah, or you're still suspended from getting caught screwing some girl in the principles office.

Accepting the call, I slid down my locker with a small smile on my matte stained lips.

"How's my favourite snowflake doing?" He chirped in a groggy voice.

Narrowing my eyes suspiciously, they momentarily flickered down to his naked chest and couldn't help but roll.

"What do you want?" I sighed. He had obviously only woken up, and I can guarantee you he didn't just call me for the hell of it.

He mocked hurt by putting his hand to his chest, still supporting a devious smirk.

"Can I not call my best friend now? What am I not good enough for you anymore or something- don't tell me you've found someone else ?" He dramatically gasped. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help the small chuckle that escapes my throat at his poor acting.

Even when he wasn't trying, he was able to cheer me up.

"Are you laughing at me, snow?" Dropping my smile at the mention of that stupid nickname, it was now his turn to let go of a hearty laugh.

"You know I hate that nickname Luca" the phone had shifted from his face and turned to pitch black, indicating he had put it down for something. "It reminds me of Jon Snow and the fact that it's impossible for me to marry a fictional character"

As he picked back up the phone, he now had a shirt on and was standing by his window.

"Too bad." He said simply. Running my fingers through my locks, we both stifled a laugh as we saw we had both done it at the exact same time.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asked sounding more confused than usual. He's always just assumed I was a teachers pet, not that we've ever been to the same school or been in the same class for the 17 years we've known eachother.

"I could ask the same to you." I challenged. His blue eyes had lit up for a split second and his pink lips had twitched into a smile.

"I got in a bit of trouble, no biggie." Oh no.

Whenever the words 'no biggie' was used with Luca, it normally was a huge biggie - the biggest of biggies.

By the change of expression on his face already told me that if I had asked I was basically asking for a death sentence.

Awkwardly looking to the floor, I chewed at my lip and tried to think of something else to ask.

"So you excited to move this week?" With my eyes still on the floor, the sound of his gentle laugh signalled me that it was fine to look up now.

His fingers ran through his thick brown hair as he smiled towards the ground, his left dimple on show. Looking back up at me, he shook his head still laughing gently.

"You could say I'm excited for the move." Forcing a smile on my face, I regretted pressing answer to this call.

All we had talked about this week was his move to Australia with his family, which just meant he's be further away from me. With your only friend being so far away from you is pretty shitty already, so by actually moving to another continent was even shittier.

Luca and I had first met when we were only in diapers. My mom and his mom were and are best friends. I was actually born in Colorado and spent 5 years there, but my dad had gotten a job in New York so that was the end of that.

Anyway, I'm guessing that not even distance could fizzle out their friendship, because every summer or holiday I and my parents would either spend it in Colorado or Luca and his parents would come over here. Eventually, we would spend so much time together it just became natural to call eachother bestfriends.

I think the first time that I can remember actually having a proper conversation with Luca, was when our families were on holiday and he had accidentally pushed me in the pool at the hotel, whilst trying to run away from his brother.

It sucked for me cause I didn't know how to swim at all, and when I mean at all.... I mean NO SWIMMING KNOWLEDGE AT ALL.

So the little shit had jumped in and supposedly saved me from dying. I argue that I wouldn't have been in that situation if he wasn't running by the pool and acting sensible. He laughed in my face, I pushed him by the face - the rest is history.

"You okay snowflake?" Starting to notice a few people beginning to file out of their class, I quickly got up from off the ground so I didn't look anymore of a weirdo than people already thought I was.

"Yeah, I'm fine.-" hearing some guy mutter the word freak as he nudged pass me, I almost lost my footing if I hadn't grabbed onto one of the lockers.

"Did someone just push you?" Luca said already sounding aggravated. He also knew nothing about the constant mocking and bullying I received on a weekly basis.

"No, I just slipped. Look, I gotta go. I'll speak to you later." I quickly rushed. Before he could get the word snowflake out, I ended the call and shoved it in my back pocket.

With a small sigh, I let out a startled shriek as I felt a tap on my shoulder. With my hand over my rapidly beating heart, I tried to slow down my breathing as I noticed it was only Victoria.

So I lied about having only 1 friend, but I needs my sob story to be effective okay.

I actually have 2... I know what you're thinking, how do I keep track of all these followers? It just comes naturally as selena Gomez herself would say.

Looking up at me wide eyed and startled herself, her brunette hair in 2 loose plaits that ended with loose waves at the bottom.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screeched. Rolling my eyes, I picked up my bag I had dropped and began to walk with her to the cafeteria.

Tying back up my hair so it sat as a bun on top of my head, I pushed open the cafeteria doors and glanced at her.

"Maybe you shouldn't sneak up on people." I shrugged with a slight smile. She looked up at me like I was crazy, but then suddenly softened her features as we slipped into seats on a spare table.

"Have you been crying?" Her voice was gentle and I knew she was just trying to see if I was okay but I did what I did best and ignored the situation.

"Did you find the history test hard?" I said whilst digging around in my backpack, I was trying to change the subject and anyone with eyes and/or ears could see that.

I heard a barely audible sigh from her lips before she had answered my question, going along with my choice to avoid her past question.

As we continued to joke about whilst eating our lunch, i knew that having a peaceful lunch was too good to be true.

It was as if the whole room had dropped in temperature once Kimberly and her heard of sheep had entered. It was like a bad hair dye advertisement, the way they would all flip their hair on que, and flash their designer smiles that their fathers had paid for.

The group couldn't be more cliche if they tried. They picked on the weak to make them look stronger, unfortunately I was in that weak category.

I looked on at them wondering if they knew how stupid they all looked, I'm pretty sure they'd get whiplash with all that hair flipping. Who do they think they are? Willow smith?

Now, you've already kind of got an insight of my luck so far, so the events that happened next not only changed my high school life, but changed me.

No I didn't die, but I'm pretty sure death would have been a lot easier and a lot less painful.

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A/N:

OH MY GOD BECKY, LOOK AT THIS NEW BOOK TUNCHI ....

Did i just embarrass myself or am i all good in the hood?

Anyway i thought i would post the first chapter of this new book I'm falling in love with whilst writing, a day before my exam. i should be revising but ah well.

I can always drop out and become a stripper...

On that note, tell me what you thought of the first chapter below :D xoxo