Flora's p.o.v

My name is Flora Francia. i am 17 years old, i go to Bronco High school of Performing Art in New York city. My mom had got me to this school a month after my home coming on January. Its been a year since that day. i haven't heard from the 'violet' gang since then either, which was good.

My parents are rich, my mom is a social worker that helps out teens and is also a Fiction Novelist. my dad is the owner of a big company called Michael Kors. All the kids in school love that brand, they carry and wear it all the time. the kids in my school are total divas and such, i got in from my gift of drawing and painting, I'm not sure how i got this gift but it was there...

in school, I'm a total nerd. i took Martins advice and changed up my look so the gang wont find me. a day before i went to my first day of school, he found me again and told me i had to be careful who i become friends with, i could get them hurt if we got too close. so i decided to shut everyone out for their safety. my first day of school was super awkward... all these fashionable kids stared at me in disguise, judging the way i dressed and stood, but hey, its for their protection...even though i didn't mind if they fell down a well never to be seen again...

beep! beep! beep! my alarm clock woke me up. i opened my eyes and looked around my gold and navy blue room. my window was covered, so the room was dark.

the Christmas lights shined the room beautifully and i loved it so much. i jumped to surprise to see my Collie puppy jump on my bed and tried to lick me, luckily i was too fast and blocked her.

her name was Rosa, she is 5 months old, fully trained and full of energy that im not sure where it came from.

her fur was black, brown, and white, more black and white then brown though. she had one blue eye and one brown eye, she couldnt get any cuter, dad gave her to me as a gift for my 17th birthday last month. December 15

i got up from bed and put on my floral dress shirt, baby blue flowy skirt, white flats, nerdy glasses that weren't even real lens but people believe they were, and put my hair up in a tight bun with a baby pink bow on the side. yup...Nerdy. i prefer my actual style, hipster and girly with a dash of skater. but im off to school, so i don't really have the freedom. i had let my bangs be free and cover one of my eyes...part of the emo disguise! haha!

"lets go Rosa" i called her as i exit my room and headed down stairs. i could smell my moms cooking, she always tries her best to keep the smell low for me to be okay. so all i can smell is the wonderful scent of pancakes and strawberries. yes, i can smell strawberries. i have a strong sense of smell, not like Rosas but it was pretty damn close.

"hey mom" i smiled, sitting on the table. she looked at me and frowned. "do you really want to wear that?" she asked. she knows that i don't usually wear this, that i wear things completely different. she doesn't even know.

"I'm fine, kids at school don't need to know me, i care more about my grades then their dramatic lives" i said, and it was 100% true too.

"alright sweetie, eat up and don't be late!" she smiled, placing a plate of pancakes with strawberries and milk on the side. she knows exactly what i love!

i took my time and ate my food in peace while Rosa ate her liver flavored food...gross. "do you need a ride?" mom asked. i shook my head

"no yanks! i rot mi skatbod!" i said with my mouth full. which made her laugh loudly.

yup...that's my wonderful mom... I'm so lucky that she found me...if i never ran away from Nicolas. i wouldn't have the life i had today.

i petted Rosa goodbye, grabbed my black backpack hugged my mom, grabbed my long board and skated all the way to school, which was about 5 blocks away

ding dong! ding dong! oh shit! that was the bell! don't need to be late and ruin my perfect attendance! i reached the brown ancient looking castle building and sat down on my desk out of breath. everyone made faces me as i came in with my board, thinking im a wanna be or something, if they only knew the real me. they knew nothing about me. not even about my family or such, and i preferred it that way.

i placed my board in a closet that my teacher, Mr.Boomer, let me use for it, and sat on my desk in the back of the room. I took one of my moms books out of my backpack and read on, ignoring the whole class.

Mr.Boomer was my U.S history teacher, he was old with grey hair. he was a cool and hip teacher that gives us 20 minutes of free time even he was done with his boring lectures. i have all my teachers love me, i am a A+ student, which makes this nerd disguise work perfectly. the class was filled with cheesy posters about history and text books and some globes. i much prefer to sleep in this class room more then anything.

"hey nerd! that outfit is fucking ugly, go fall in a hole!" the schools slut laughed across the room, i ignored her and continued reading.

her name was Brandy Grey. shes a pure blond with blue eyes, when people say blonds are dumb...its so true, her grades are terrible, she gets nothing but D's and C's. her only good grades are in ballet. she wore a white skin tight shirt with "bitch" on the front that showed alot of her boobs, wore a tight black skirt and black wedges and had heavy black eye liner and blue eye shadow...yep, thats the schools slut.

"quiet down everyone!" Mr.Boomer announced, the room went quiet. "now, i have some exciting news, we have a new student that passed the music audition. please come out" he called out to the door, a boy walked into the room with a white bagy muscle shirt, black skinny jeans, and white jordans and a grey beanie. he had brown hair with blue-brown eyes...they are werid but pretty.

i could see Brandy lift up her boobs and pulling her shirt down, agh gross! "please introduce yourself to the class" Mr.Boomer said. the boy nodded

"my name is Benjamin Arena, you can call me Ben, i transferred from Texas and came here to learn more about music,and song writing, its my Passion" he smirked, great...this school as enough musicians and bad boys.

i could see all the girls in the class melting over him and the guys heat up in anger from jealousy. it was funny, as for me, i could care less and continued my book.

"alright Ben, you can have a seat next to Ms. Francia in the back" Mr.Boomer said, i jumped in surprise, there was a empty seat next to me, shit! he better not talk to me, i can just feel eyes burning my way. i stared down at my book as Ben sits on his seat. i can feel his eyes looking at me, i choice to ignore him

30 minutes had pass and Mr.Boomer was giving his lecture about Pearl Harbor. "alright class, you have 20 minutes to yourself, just dont get too loud!" he informed. i took out my book again and continued to read chapter 9, when i felt something poke me...oh god it was that new student! dont fucking touch or talk to me!

"hey" he whispered, i stared at my book "my names Ben, whats your name?" he asked regularly as the class became alittle bit louder.

"Flora" i admit not looking at him.

"cool, how did you get to this school?" his questions were getting annoying, luckily the slut ,Brandy, came and sat on his desk

"hey" she said in her "sexy" voice and leaned towards him trying to show him her double D size boobs...i wanna gag

"hey" he smirked.

ding dong! ding dong! thank god! saved by the bell! i quickly put my book back in my bag and ran out to my art class, the class i couldnt wait to go to!

"hey! Wait!" i heard Ben called, i rolled my eyes ,ignoring him and left out the door. i dont need a stupid bad boy to talk to me, anyone for that matter.

Benjamin's p.o.v

beep! beep! beep! my alarm clock woke me up, agh... first day of school... i transferred all the way from Texas to New York to follow my dream to become a song writer and singer.

i stood up from my messy bed and observed my new room. everything that i owned was still in boxes, except for my guitar and keyboard.

i got up and put on my baggy muscle shirt, black skinny jeans, and white Jordans. i fixed up my brown hair with gel so that most of it could show in the front, put on my grey beanie and walked down stairs to smell my moms burned cooking.

"Hey there sweetie (cough) how you sleep? (Cough cough)" she asked in between coughs ,blowing away the smoke with her apron. oh mom...why do you even try?

"Alright i guess" i told her. she finished throwing the smoke from out the window. "you know what, i'll just pick something up on the way" i said grabbing my blue backpack

"you sure?" she asked , i glanced down at the burned eggs in her pan

"positive" i walked out the door

"have a good day on your first day of school!" i heard her from inside as i closed the door.

i smelled my shirt, gross, smells like burned eggs. i took out my man spray and sprayed it all over me. i hopped on my motorbike and drove to the nearest Starbucks for a coffee and i don't know, a cinnamon roll?

Finally, i reached Bronco High school of performing arts, i got so lucky that they send me my acceptance letter, my dream is just a step closer ahead.

i had to leave my band back in Texas to go here, sure they were mad, but understood right before i got on the travel truck. i also left behind the home i lived since i was a baby. it was a regular two story house with a small ass back yard. now thanks to my mom winning the lottery, i could afford this school and get a pen house by the water. so far so good. i entered the school

"hello, I'm Benjamin Arena... I'm new?" i asked rather then said to the front lady in the office. the brunette looked up and raised her brow observing me. this felt awkward...

"of course, we've been expecting you!" she smiled cheery, maybe her light bulb light up when she finally knew who i was. "here's your schedule! enjoy your year here in Bronco High! home of the Seals!" she smiled.

i took the paper she handed me and walked over to my first period, U.S history, the teacher, Mr.Boomer saw me outside the door and told me to wait by holding out his index finger

"quiet down class!" he announce i heard the class being loud to quiet. that was strange, the classes at my other school just continued to talk even if the teacher was talking. maybe because this is a private school and i was at a public school back in Texas.

"now, i have some exciting news. we have a new student that passed the music audition. please come out" he said looking at me, that's my cue...

i walked into the class filled with students with different kinds of style, i glance over everyone, i looked at the first i stood in front of, a guy, he had a brown beanie, a square chin, black glasses in his head, a brown and black strip shirt with cacky skinny jeans.

he was drawing something that looked real neat, maybe he was the artist here in this school.

i looked at who he was sitting next to, a pure blond girl with blue eyes, her boobs were huge! shit! i could see her giving me a sexy face, winking at me. "please introduce yourself to the class" Mr. Boomer said. i nodded

"My name is Benjamin Arena, you can call me Ben, i transferred from Texas and came here to learn more about music and sing writing, its my passion" i gave out a smirk to nothing, thinking that i just gave my information to total strangers.

"alright Ben, you can have a seat next to Ms.Francia in the back" Mr.Boomer pointed at the back at a girl with fake nerd glasses, floral dress shirt, a skirt, a bun on her head next to a bow, and had her bang covering the left side of her face. she looked cute from where i was.

i walked towards my seat staring at the girl, sat down and continued to stare. Mr.Boomer had gave out a 30 minute lecture on Pearl Harbor and gave us 20 minutes to ourselves. i looked over at the Francia girl taking out her book, talk about nerdy.

I poked at her shoulder trying to get her attention. she didnt look up "hey" i whispered. no response "my names Ben, whats your name?" i asked as the class got louder.

"Flora" she admit .not looking up, her name matches her shirt, funny.

"cool, how did you get to this school?" i was trying to make small talk, until that sexy chic from the front came and sat on my desk leaning in to show me her boobs.

"hey" she winked.

"hey" i smirked

ding dong! ding dong! Flora quickly packed her things and dashed to the door "hey! wait!" i called out, she ignored me.

"hey, I'm Brandy" the girl said catching my attention.

"I'm Ben" i smirked.

"oh i know who you are...why don't you say we get out of here and find a quiet place to talk..." she ran her fingers on my chest, oh god...i cant stand sluts... they always fuck shit up.

"no thanks, i gotta get to class" i moved her hand off my chest, grabbed my back pack and dashed out the room. im not getting involve with a slut again, they almost broke me and my best friends friendship apart.

i caught up with Flora at her locker, "hey" i smiled leaning on the locket next to hers, she sniffed the air around her

"you fucking stink..." she said covering her nose, slamming her locker and walked away. my jaw dropped, i smelled my shirt and it didn't smell strange, it smells like my man spray, weird girl...

"don't worry about her, she doesn't like anyone" the guy from class said walking up to me.

"what you mean she doesnt like anyone? she must have some friends" i asked. he shook his head.

"no, she first came here last year. she refused to make any friends, every time someone tries to be friends with her, she basically hissed at them, just like she did to you" he laughed "I'm Tyler" he reached his hand to shake mine

"im Ben" i said.

"wanna meet up after school and get some pizza or something?" he asked.

"sounds good" i gave him a manly handshake.

"I gotta go to Art class, see yah" he walked off, it already seems like we're friends. i looked at my schedule. second period "Recording Eq"

Flora's p.o.v

what the fuck was that? why did he bother even talk to me? i was just going to my locker to grab my art pencils and he suddenly shows up out of nowhere, and agh...he stinked of chemicals. i was glad it wasnt strong enough for me to cough my lungs out... that would be embarrassing for everyone to see me like that... i know it was harsh about what i told him but i had to keep him away. im not risking anything bad happening with anyone, besides, he got Brandy. a bad boy like him wouldn't be interesting in a boring "nerd" like me.

i walked into Art class and sat on my usual spot in the back of the room. go out my sketch book and waited for Ms.Rippard to tell us our assignments.

she was a latina with black boyish hair and acted like a teenager, she was pretty cool.

Tyler, a quiet boy in my first period sat at his usual spot in front of me, not bothering to look at me. not that i cared really.

"alright class! your assignment is to draw what ever is on your mind, make sure to keep it school appreciate! that means you Julian!" she pointed the perverted guy with emo hair, muscle shirt, tattoos all over his arms, had fake blue contacts and snack bites, he laughed as he played with his pencil, what an idiot, but he was a amazing artist "begin" she said sitting back at her desk to her computer.

i began to draw what ever was on my mind, my collie back at home. i began the circles to form her head. "hey" Tyler said looking at his sketchpad drawing i dont know what, he didnt like showing people his work. it was a surprise that he actually talked "what do you think of that guy, Benjamin?" he asked, i rolled my eyes seeing his cocky smile in my head

"what about him?" i asked.

"he seems to like you"

"like I give a crap, he can fall in a hole for all i care" i hissed, he chuckled

"what ever you say" he shook his head smiling, continuing to draw what ever he was drawing.

i gone through most of my classes, Mrs.Leepo's Studio arts class, Mr.Foshee's physics class, Mr.Crawford's Algebra 2's class, Ms.Moore's Ceramics class, and now I'm walking my last period of the day, Mrs.Martinez's English 3 class , right next to early release, i have no 8th period so i get to get out of school early. whop whop!

i walked in and saw that Ben was sitting on my seat, here comes the annoyance...

i walked up to him "you're in my seat" i said. he looked at me with his eyes wide open surprised.

"you have pretty eyes" he grinned, my cheeks felt hot

"i said your in my seat" i reminded, trying to go back to the subject.

"so?"

"so get off"

"why don't you make me, flower" he smirked, i could feel eyes burning the back of my neck, people were staring, i glared at Ben, he laughed

"screw you" i hissed walking away to another empty seat that he was suppose to sit in instead of mine. he was a real smart ass. i could see him grin at me next to Tyler, who had dark glasses on leaning back on his desk. this is going to be a long semester...

[Edited: Nov 27, 2014]

I know I said I edited this but that was back when I was a freaking Sophomore-Junior, so sorry for the misspelling and such, I don't have the heart to come back and reedit. You'll get it! Bye now! (Nov 25, 2015)