Broken Record.

Today is my first day at Hedgeland High-School. We lived in the middle of a country side and the move was to a bigger, better house and a bigger,better school. Apparently this one was full of all different people, the rich people, the bitches, the popular crowds, the smokers... normal school. I love English, solely because it's the one lesson I can put a pen to paper and magic happens. I can pretend I'm not me and everything will be better. Today we had a supply and the teacher covering said we could listen to our headphones. Coldplay was rudely disrupted when my Samsung earphones were yanked out of my ears.

"Can I help you?" I whip around to scream at whoever the fuck just ruined my almost happy mood.
"Well... that depends." A low voice grumbles back, his accent is really thick and although I'm from the UK, it is the perfect voice. I look up to meet a pair of dark eyes, the olive-skinned boy I was looking at was now smirking. "Love, it's rude to stare" He grinned and walked off. That smile was a smile you see in magazines honestly. I glance at the clock and see it's fifteen minutes into the lesson, why introduce yourself this far in? I then realise he and the four boys he walked in with have only just turned up and the little bald man at the front of the class hasn't said a word as to why they are late, I then realise why. The boy I was just speaking to had dark and bright markings along his arms, I could see the bottom half of his arms as his white shirt was pushed up and he held a toothpick in his mouth. Honestly "bad-boy" was an understatement. Next to him is a boy with a brown buzz cut forming a halo around his warm features, he had a friendly smile and a wicked glint in his eyes, along with an eyebrow piercing and afew tattoos on his arms. The other side of him was a boy with mostly blonde hair and a charming smile, he was laughing and I knew by that he wasn't English, infront of those three sat a boy with wild brown hair, it was straight and pushed over messily to the side almost swishy and he too had dark eyes, but it was what was next that stopped my heart from beating, my palms sweating and my thoughts scattering. Next to wild brown hair guy was another boy, he had dark brown curls swept across his forehead but he kept pushing them back, he sat back in his chair, the king of the jungle that is the classroom and a devious grin spread on his face as he made a remark that earned some cheers and a pat on the back from his friends, just before he turned back to his "work" he dropped his right eye in my direction. Did he just wink at me?

STOP STARING!

"Hiiiii there, I'm..." was the last thing I heard before popping both earphones back in and thirty seconds to mars took over my hearing, making me almost forget the even deeper voice that just spoke. Almost.

Notes

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