Landon Hill Academy, I have done my research. This school is for snobs and only the elites, whatever it means, attend this privileged prison. I am standing in front of my closed and gaping at the uniform which I would need to wear for a couple months. London is famous for the fact that uniforms are compulsory in schools, but I never wore them. That was a redundant rule that didn’t add anything to my life. So, I decided not to wear a uniform now as well. Let the daddy handle consequences. I am going to make a fuss around myself, why not? I am wearing my famous black leather pants and a white crop top with my favourite band’s logo, Metallica. I have matched my combat boots to my outfit and decided to curl my blonde hair. I added some eyeliner and nude matt lipstick and I am all done, perfect. I can feel it in my bones that today I will be suspended for at least two weeks. It’s a nice accomplishment for the first day of school.
I step outside and warm breeze welcomes me as an old friend. I am going to take my motor today, it’s nice weather to get my dad angry. The way to school is not short nether long, it’s like fifteen minutes in normal speed but with my speed is around seven minutes prior. The main entrance is impressive, I show my student ID to the guard who eyed me sceptically but finally let me go. Many students gather in the front yard to hush about their holidays or whatever, but as soon they heard the roar of my engine, all eyes are on me, brilliant. I spot the empty space on the parking lot and decide to make it occupied. Two boys are standing near the spot and one of them steps near my motor.
“This spot is reserved. Move your stupid ass from here boy if you don’t want it to be beaten.”
Very welcoming prick. I step from my transport and remove my matt, black helmet. Both of their jaws drop, as I expected.
“Hello boys, so nice of you to reserve this spot for me. As a new student, I am flattered of your posture,” my British accent is clear as a day. I smirk at them and turn around to move to the building, but one of the boys stop me.
“Well hello to you to beautiful. I don’t want to be an ass, but this spot is reserved for someone else. I would really like you to find a different place to park your amazing ride, hell you can even take my place because you already stolen a place in my heart.” His confidence is sexy, but I am not the type to fall for every single flat line. I eyed him carefully. He is handsome as fuck; his black curly hair lazily falls on his forehead. His green eyes scan my movements as I stood gently on my toes and kissed him on the cheek.
“I am sorry not sorry handsome.” That was the last thing I said before I rushed inside. I could feel his eyes burning the hole at the back of my head. This school may not be as bad as I suspected, I can have a little fun. I proudly move down the corridor to the office. Everyone is staring at me, some with respect in their eyes, some with hate and some with jealousy. Well, what can I say, I am a sexy piece of work and probably some of the guys plan to take me to the cinema or some shit? I arrive at the office and the old lady looked at me from behind her desk.
“Hello, how can I help you?” She eyed me in the same way as the guard on the gate.
“Actually, yes, I am a new student, Emlyn Bonnet,” I say with the big smile on my face. She checks something on her computer and the nods her head at me.
“I can see that you are new, but why are you not wearing your uniform? Haven’t you got the introduction booklet when you have filled your files?”
“I did, but I don’t feel like wearing one of my own. Would I have any problems, miss?” I cannot hide the smirk which appears on my face. She notices that and smirks at me as well. OKAY, I didn’t expect that.
“No darling, no problems, I will call your dad and inform him about your little show. He warned us about you, and we are well prepared. Now, please take your map of the school and go before the warning bell will ring. Good luck on your first day!” She rushes me out the door. That was really unexpected, I hoped that they will ask me to leave and change or at least call my father to take me home and never come back. But nothing happened. This sneaky bastard knew what I am planning to do, and he paid to quietly solve the problem. Well, I would need to do something else to get him mad.
I stare at the map with confusion. This place is huge, how am I supposed to find the way to my class? Before I turned around, I felt someone approaching. I quickly remove my butterfly comb knife from my boot and surprise the creeper as I hold the knife straight to his neck.
“If I would be you, I would put down the knife.” I know that voice. This deep husky voice is following me in my dreams. My eyes snap and focus on the person before me. This guy, this is the guy who saved me from the fall. I can’t believe my eyes. How is that possible.
“To your information, you approached me, you
