Chapter One:I'm all about the bite

I stand in front of my mirror as I look at my appearance. My black tank top is tucked into my red knee length tartan skirt; I then take in my ripped tights and combat boots, next my messy waist length light lilac and cotton candy pink hair. My make up is light except for around my eyes which has quite heavy black mascara and black eye liner.

"Not too bad" I mutter to myself before I pick up my satchel and phone. Slowly, I trudge downstairs to do myself a piece of toast.

I sit in my kitchen basking in the silence when my house landline starts ringing.

Who would call this early in the morning?

I take a peek at caller ID and almost scream. Not a scream of joy mind you.

"Hi" I say in the happiest tone I can possibly conjure up considering the time and who it is.

"Is that how you greet your mother?!" She screeches in my ear making me want to throw the landline as far as possible.

"No mother. Hello mother!" In a very forced happy tone.

"Better." She comments while I just continue eating my toast.

For a while the line is silent. Did she have a motive for calling me or was it because she enjoys annoying the fuck out of me?

"Mother I need to get to school." I tell her as I start to feel impatient.

"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone! First it was your clothes, then grades, now it's you're attitude. What did we do to deserve this?!" She cries out as if I am the sole bane of her existence. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with my clothes, grades or attitude."

"Yes there is! You got 90% on a maths paper. Unexceptable!" How dare my mother act like this towards me?!

"Not like you could do better." I mumble under my breath. She can't expect me to get perfect in my tests all the time. Most people would be happy if they only passed.

"What was that young lady?"

"Nothing mother."

"Of course it was. We are coming home tomorrow. We will be expecting a full report from all of your music, self defense and athletics teachers." She mentions. Yes those are just some of the things she forces me to take. I don't mind the music but I would feel better if I was able to learn the songs I want to learn and not just exam pieces.

"Of course."

"We have an interview to take."

My parents were the founder's of Harwich industries, an international hotel branch.

Since they only dealt with hotels they weren't really followed by paparazzi.   

"By-" She cut off the phone before I can even say goodbye.

"Well wasn't that a great waste of my time." I wonder to my self.

After that unexpected call, I finish eating before grabbing my headphones and walking to school.

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I saunter up to my locker and take my Design and Technology folder and my History book out. I slam it shut and make my way to class.

"Kaitlyn!" Some guy shouts. I feel sorry for whoever that Kaitlyn kid is because this guy seems to really want to talk to her. Maybe she should slow down and give him a chance.

"Kaitlyn wait up!" I hear the voice shout but much closer than before. Boy does this kid have a pair of lungs on him. 

"I finally caught up to you!" I freeze as a hand touches my shoulder. Who wants a good whooping?

"Who the hell touched my shoulder?!" I thunder low enough for whoever touched me to hear and yet not cause a scene. My head whips around so quickly it's a wonder  I don't have whiplash. I saw a guy that's a couple inches shorter than me so around 5'11", he's also looks quite bony.

I know this guy. His names's Anthony and he's in my music class. He's probably going to ask me about the music homework or something like that.

"I did. My name's Anthony." He says quite happily. I look him over once and could tell he was naturally quite a happy person. Great. They creep me out, I mean how can you be so happy in the type of world we live in? Especially with all the poverty, abuse and so much more that is happening all over the world. Moreover we're in school, how can he even be happy? 

"Anthony, why do you call me Kaitlyn?" I knew exactly why. No one in this fucked up school knew my name. It's not like I'm new, they just don't know my name. To think most of us have been with each other since Nursery. Pathetic.

He looks at me sceptical, as if this was a trick question. "Because it's your name?"

"Wrong it's not my name. My name is Destiny. You and every other God damn person in this school should get that into your thick skulls." I continue walking then realised that I hadn't found out why he touched me in the first place. I look at him over my shoulder. "What was your question?"

"I was just going to ask if I could get answers for the music homework?" I sigh becoming pissed off. No one ever approached me because they just want to talk to me. Nope. Always homework or class work help.

"No Anthony," Before I can fully walk away he grabs my hand. My eye twitches, then narrows and I growl at him.

"But" He hears my growl and steps back. My eyes stay narrowed until he was at a three feet distance from me.

"No buts. You won't always have someone there to give you answers. Learn to do stuff on your own. Goodbye" I speed walk away before he can touch me again.

I hate human contact.

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After that, lessons past pretty quickly and before I knew it, it was lunch. I quickly shut my locker and made my way to the cafeteria. I was as hungry as fuck. I need a full pizza to curb the demons inside my belly.

I slam into someone and brace myself for the impact which was soon to follow. As I get up, I wince at the pain in my wrist. Dammit.

"Watch where you're going." A voice mutters darkly.

"Why thank you for helping me up and making sure I'm alright." I say sarcastically while brushing myself off, wincing again when I accidently hit my wrist roughly against my leg.

The guy scoffs. "You thought I was gonna help what your sorry ass self caused? You must be joking. Do you even know who I am?" I look up at this person and raise an eyebrow.

"No I don't. Who might you be?" Of course I know who this is. This is Jax, the kid that came to our school last year and joined the sixth form. Apparently he's  a bad boy. Like that's true.

"I'm Jax." He looked at me for a response but I stared at him blankly.

"Big Whoop."

"Seriously? I'm the guy that all the guys want to be and all the girls wanna date. I also happen to be the best at what I do" he winks at me and I burst out laughing. Is that really how he sees himself? What does he even do? 

"What do you do? "

"Wouldn't you like to know. "

"Yes I would. That's why I'm asking dipshit."

He growls at me and looks me up and down. I do the same for him.

Jax has this really dark look to him. His face is defined, not just by his features but by several scars and his slightly crooked nose. This doesn't  make him ugly just mysterious . He also happens to be wearing a plain white t-shirt with a leather jacket and jeans, his shoes are Nike. He is only an inch or two taller than me so probably 6'3".When I eventually come back to his face he's sporting a large smirk.

"Do you li-"

"I swear if you continue that shitty phrase I'll punch you." I grit my voice low and dangerous. I absolutely hate phrases like that.

"-ke what you see?" His smirk got wider as he finished. "See I knew you were all bark and no bite, Princess" My eye began twitching for the second time today and I swing my fist back then letting it collide with the bastard's cheek. He holds his cheek in shock.

"One, I'm all about the bite and two, don't call me princess." I snarl walking away.

Look what he did. Now I'm in a bad mood.

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"Desmira!" I hear a teacher call. I turn to face my food technology teacher. He's the only person that calls me Desmira no matter how many times I correct him. "Since you weren't in yesterday, your partner started the project alone."

Partner? The fuck? Seeing my puzzled face, he pointed to Anthony from this morning. I stalk over to him and sit in the vacant seat next to him.

"Umm h-h-h-hi" He stutters. Weird. He didn't have a stutter this morning.

"Why the hell are you stuttering?" I wince at my tone. That was harsh. I guess I am still quite annoyed from my meeting with Jax.

Since my encounter,  I've noticed him staring at me. I knew he was he most of my classes but it's kind of weird how he keeps watching me. Usually it's only the populars.

"Y-y-you p-punched J-jax and b-bruised h-him!" So that's what this was about. I guess I expected that especially since the corridor wasn't that empty.

"And so?"

"He's in a gang and he's going to go after you"

"I'm sure that's just some rumour. Why are you scared?"

"I don't want to get in the way when they shoot you." Wow.

"Well then that's great. Can you please pass me some of the wo-"

"Desmira! Mr Wilson has requested that you be his partner. So pack up your stuff and join him"

"Sir, who's that?"he points at someone and I follow his finger and see Jax. I groan and turn back towards my teacher. I'm about to argue but decide against it. My parents wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I argued with a teacher.

"Yes sir. " I grab my bag and grudgingly sit down next to Jax.

"Harwich is it?"he asks me. I'm taken by surprise because I don't recall my teacher ever aaying my surname.

"Um yes." I say hesitantly.

"Daughter of Iliana and Tony Harwich?"

"Yes?"

"Just asking. Why are you even in this class you're only fifteen."

"16 actually but since I'm smarter than all the dumb asses in my class, my mother forced the school to move me up." It's true. That's probably one of the reasons why I have no friends. I'm actually in the 2nd year sixth form class. My parents bribed them. That's cool though, who needs friends when you have movies and books?

"Class I want to see all of the sheets complete by next lesson. Class Dismissed. "

I grab all of the sheets and my bag when the 'bad boy' grabs my hand. I guess you guys know what happened next.

My eye begins to to twitch.

"Princess, you can't do all the work. Come around my house tomorrow and we'll get some work done." He let go off my hand. Worst of all he winks at me. The fucking twit winked!

I growl and almost launch at him when I remember the teacher is still in here. Jax leans forward and brushes his lip against my ear. His warm breath fills my ear as he spoke "Don't think I haven't forgotten that punch earlier. I have the perfect punishment for you. Meet me by my car after school tomorrow. "

I stand there glaring at him as he walks away. If he thinks I'm actually going, he has another thing instore.

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I know I'm a shitty writer but I couldn't let this idea go to waste.