Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
I can't believe this. First day of final year and I already want to bang my head against a wall. And it's not even lunch yet. 
"Well look who we have here." Yasmin said, dragging her hands down my chest, seductively.
I know I can't fight as good as Nick but that doesn't mean I'm a total loser. I was toned and good looking. When I first came to this school in freshman year, I had a lot of advances by females and even males. I was like a cuter version of Shawn Mendes. One of my admirers was Yasmin. I had refused her offer as I didn't want to catch any STDs. She got angry and spread news that I was on scholarship because I was poor, making everyone avoid me like a plague. It didn't stop some side glances from the females around, though. I had dark green eyes and golden blonde hair that I had dyed black, as it reminded mom alot of dad.
Why?
I was born in Florida, hence the reason I have that natural tan complexion. We moved when I was five, after my dad's funeral. Turns out he was cheating on my mom with some college girl. The girl's friend, who also happened to be one of my dad's girlfriends walked in on them. Turns out the bitch was a psycho and she stabbed my dad to death that night. The cops brought back the body after interrogating the girls. And that is the reason I hate sluts. Mom never recovered from that heartbreak till this day, although she is very good at hiding her emotions.
"Move. I don't want to be late." I say, attempting to walk past the walking temptation before me. 
Yasmin had loosed her tie and unbuttoned some buttons to reveal her cleavage. Her plaid skirt was so short that it doesn't even look like the school's uniform anymore. 
I mean don't get me wrong. It's not uncommon for a student to tweak his uniform a bit. Even I prefer unbuttoning my vest. It goes with my outcast persona. But this...this was insanity. 
Yasmin is the daughter of an Asian country's ambassador. She is among the wealthiest kids in the stuck up firm. Due to her high status, the teachers don't scold her very often, for fear of loosing their job. Mr Turner runs the school indirectly, via a source. If news gets to him about one of his biggest clients being harassed by teachers, it won't end well....for the teacher, of course.
"I see you got in trouble again." She says with her sultry voice, trailing her index finger over my black eye. "Not very impressive."
"I don't have time for this." I say and walk past her.
"My offer still stands, Hart." She calls. "Don't you think your mom would love for you to seize an opportunity like this." 
I clench my fist in rage. How can she say something like that? In one swift movement, I pin her to the wall with my hand around her neck.
"Don't you dare talk about my mom." I say, but she smirks at me.
She said that on purpose. She knows that I can't tolerate when someone abuses my mom. She did it to get my attention which pisses me the more.
"What's going on here?!" A stern voice says, besides us. 
We both turn to face the arts teacher, Mr Ferguson. His face was red as he moved awkwardly on his spot. It was only then I realized the position that we were in. I quickly jumped away from the still smirking girl.
"Nothing, sir. We were just-"
"About to make out." Yasmin says, cutting me off. "And you interrupted." She finishes with a warning tone.
"Well...cl-classes are about to start and..." The man stuttered in fear. 
Poor guy.
"I'll take it from here." A voice suddenly speaks from behind me. A voice I know all to well. "You may leave, Mr Ferguson."
The person said, dismissing the cowardly teacher. I slowly turned around to face the angel I had developed feelings for, ever since I slipped on that wet floor in freshman year.
Ava Turner.
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