1 PART 1

Chapter 1

~ Emallie ~

Stepping out the car I hold back a sigh. My parents were quiet the whole car ride here. They said their were sending me here because of the major traveling they were going do and my grades wouldn't be able to catch up. So they decided, hey let's send our daughter to this creepy ass boarding school and sugar coat it saying it was super expensive.

Yeah...I ain't that dumb. I had no choice in this decision, whatsoever because their facts were on point and their opinion counted more than mine because they're the parents and I'm they're daughter. I don't see why they had to point that one out because I know where I stand in this relationship, thank you very much. Like I said, I ain't that dumb

Reading the school's pamphlet, it's stated I'd be on the south wing most of the time during school and that I should stay out of the northern part of the school if I'm not permitted to there for those who are, are the more who the advance pay. In simple English really, it means stay the fuck away from the rich part of the school.

Turns out we will socialise with the 'royals' - that's what I nicknamed the snobbish rich bitches - only during: shared classes, cafeteria, swimming, other sports, school functions and 'the block' - whatever 'the block' is - so more or less we socialise with their rich asses when we're forced to.

So now I'm looking up to these stupid black school gates of my new 24/7 hell that includes weekends making it more hellish than it seems. The top of the gates had devil forks and the brick wall supporting the gate made it look like a prison. It is a prison. I turn to my parents as they look at the school with a little doubt but I know they'll just wave it off. The mother fuckers already paid.

"This is a school! It looks like a prison." They ignore my distress.

"I guess this goodbye kid. You're going to have walk yourself in." My dad pats my back. They already shipped all my stuff here do the stupid dorm room is probably full of boxes and luggage. I try another tactic.

"Why don't you love me? What did I ever do to you? I thought you were supposed to love your daughter! For no one in their right mind would send the kid they love to this school!" I grab my dad by the collar and try to shake some sense into him but sadly it doesn't work.

"Kid, it's a great school and not many other children are privileged-"

"You mean damned!"

"- to go to this school." He prys off my growing fingers as he States calmly.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, honey. Oh, don't forget your backpack." My mom hands me my backpack. I put it on pouting.

"We will try to call every day." My dad adds and tries to reassure me.

"It probably doesn't even have reception!! I mean look at it it's surrounded by woods! What if I get eaten by wolves?! You don't want me to be eaten by animals, do you?" I beg.

"If you don't go acting like little miss red Riding Hood then I'm sure you won't get eaten by no wolves." My mom pats my head. "Now we must be going or we'll miss our flight." She kisses my head and heads to the car.

"We'll miss you." My dad hugs me and I highly him back.

"Yeah, your missing won't help when I'm being mauled by wolves." I grumble. And watch as my red head father with his black glasses walk to the driver seat. My mom's rich brunette curls bouncing as she buckles in. Even though their doing this to me I still love them.

"We love you!" My mom shouts. And my pair of ruby green eyes meet with both my parents' similar pair.

"I love you too. Even I hate doing it. I do." My dad laughs. I crack a smile. I live them so darn much "love you Mom, love you Dad." I wave. They send kisses my way. And I watch as the black Audi A3 drive away from the school and me. I love those two idiots. Maybe I can run. I think I saw a bus stop a few Miles away...

My phone rings and I jump. Something about this school yells...I don't know...murder! I pick up. "Hello?"

"Don't even think about running." My dad chides from the end if the line and drops the call. Dang. They know me too darn well.

I sigh and turn towards the school.

Widowere

It states with the school brand on top if it, the school brand were two w's on top of each other. Who names a fucken school 'widowere'? I push open the gate with a grunt and slip in as it closes behind me with a click. I feel like I'm breaking an entering. I'm a new student for God's sake! Isn't someone supposed to be supervising and helping me around this school? Stupid school! I huff and look around. I look to my left and I can't seem to locate the left wall, scrunching my eyebrows I look to my right and I'm in the same situation.

"This is some big ass school." I whisper to myself. I look ahead to the gravelled path beneath me and it looks like a piece if string compared to the sea of grass on either side. They better pay the groundskeeper fucken well because this is some big ass grounds. They were neat too. I grab the straps to my bag like my life depends on it and walk to the tall building in front of me. It looked like that reform school Lucinda price was sent to in Fallen but like...much, much, much bigger.

It was huge! And wide! And very, very tall. God I sound like a six year old. The gravel crunches under black Nike sneakers and it's the only sound I hear. I check my phone for the time as it is Saturday and this is a boarding school so they should be people outside even though the weather us pretty grey - quite literally. But to only get distracted by the my status bar. No fucken service. I just walked a few feet in the school and I get no service. This awfully feels like a horror movie.

The huge school, the dead silence, only person you see, gravel under your feet as you feel watched and then bam! Some creep comes out of no where and drags you to some weird dark place and butchers you. This school has that... killer feel...like you could get murdered at any fucken time.

And sure as hell I bump into something. And you know what? Nah ah universe. Not today. Not this girl. I ain't gonna die today. I scream at the top of my own two very lungs and run back the way I came. No way am I gonna be murdered. I sprint to the gate and send a silent thank you to God for I didn't stray to far from the creepy mother fucken gates. I reach them not looking back once. Everyone knows that you'll get caught if you look back I ain't stupid.

The stupid gates won't budge as I pull them until I feel like my fingers are numb. I push and shove it but it don't budge. Fuck the gate. I start to haul myself up the gate but that something grabs my bag. Remember when I held my backpack like my life depended on it? Well look how the tables have turned! Traiter I shout to my backpack mentally as I grip the gate tightly as I try to stay on the gate.

But then my small ass hits the ground and I don't let the pain stop me as I stand up and rattle the gate like mental person. I'm on pure adrenaline and I know it will be in no use if u fight. I'm too small for that!!

"Stop shaking the gate like that. It's locked." The something I bumped into is human and not only that! It's male. Oh this shit just went from zero to one hundred in like seconds. I grip the gate, my knuckles turning white but I've stopped shaking it. For a second there I thought the something was just my guardian angel telling me to turn the fuck around and go back. I guess it went on vacation because I'm about to be FUCKEN MURDERED!!!!

I gulp. Okay. He might not be a murder. He's just a normal student, from this creepy school and probably wants to get out as much as I do. He's probably a classic rock or a normal background student from school who has very good earning parents that dropped him off here just like me. I take a deep breath and turn around very slowly while my eyes I shut tightly.

I pry them open and my heart plummets. This ain't no normal guy. I look at the six foot one or two of a Greek god. With his sexy chest and his yummy arms down to those abs and I'm too afraid to go lower. He's body is like mother fucken Robert Pattinson in Twilight as he was walked away from Bella in the hallway. He had light brown hair, very hazel. And ice blue eyes that had a sort of... dark shade in them. His face was cruelly beautiful. I could draw his face again and again and never got tired of the details.

Yep. This definitely ain't no normal guy. He's too good looking. And you know the good looking ones always turn out to be the fucken murderers as they hide behind their angel like features. I ain't dumb bitch. I know my facts. Even on that serial killer shows the guys there always look good looking before they go to prison. I notice, I notice a lot.

I look up to those icey blue dark eyes and have to crane my neck s but from my small frame. I'm going to die looking into those eyes. And not in a romantic way. My hands shake.

Okay let's calm down once again. Okay. It's not his fault he looks like a god. His parents are rich. They probably made him look like a god. Ask for his name and then we'll decide if he's really a murderer. The ones with the comments normal names are always the crazy ones. I lick my lips and take a step back so can look him in the eyes and also have a fair chance of running if required necessary.

"Wh-whats your name." I lick my lips again. My voice a little cracked from screaming.

He narrows his eyes. Why is he narrowing his eyes? What does that expression mean? Is he sizing me up if I look good enough to murder once I'm settled in my dorm room? But his features go back to a mask. No emotion there at all.

"Jack." Yep. This asshole a killer. And he's gonna kill me. His mask of emotion, his ucey blue eyes, his godlike body...all point to it. And I'm the prey. No way. Hell to the fucken no. I'm out. I step right and he flinches to stop me but I'm going left bitch so ha ha! I sprint. My bag bumping reassuringly on my back. But he seems to be faster as he pulls me back by my neck. Bitch!!

I scream and twist, trying to get out if his iron grip. He steps in front of me, holding me by my shoulders. I try to shove him off and then suddenly the ground has disappeared. For a moment I think I fainted but then an awkward sort of dull pain hits my stomach and I realize that he just threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I hit his back with my fist but it's like he doesn't feel a thing. I scratch and pinch and scream but get just continues to walk. To where? I hope I don't find out because I plan to escape this asshole. I try to bite him but almost fall off face first, but he quickly saves my gripping my ass. I let out a tiny squeak.

"Fucken hell. Are you trying to kill yourself?" Jack hisses. Well Jack, I'd rather kill myself than get killed! You would feel the same way if you were being kidnapped and hauled off to be murdered!! I wiggle around trying to get out of his grip. I grunt and pant and scream. And then he slaps my ass. Like a little loud pat. A teasing slap.

I freeze. Did he just...no...he didn't...he did. I hear him chuckle as my struggle comes to a stop. And my face heats up. The shameful part of this is that I'm fucken turned on. Oh God. There's only so much I can take. He's good looking and he slaps my ass while carrying me. If you wouldn't react the same way then I praise you mother fucker, but to those teenagers out there who has their hormones on haywire...peace.

I hear a set of doors open and I'm met by warmth and the smell if polished wood. I see a set if very heavy looking wood close with a thud. We keep walking and I look at the polished wood floor. Nice. I feel like he reaches a table and I look up see someone sitting on one of the chairs. The walls are wood too. The person is male and also looks like a god. He's busy on his phone as he nibbles on his thumb nail. He looks pretty tan. So hot. Mmm mm mm. Yummy.

"Hey Mary, can you please call Lock?" I hear Jack say to probably a receptionist. What's with the four letter names? I'm still shamefully on his shoulder so I try to wiggle out. He seems to be putting me down and u get ready to run but it just turns out he's changing position as he puts me on the other shoulder. I squirm.

"I'll be right to it." I hear a set of tapping of a keyboard. This 'Mary' doesn't seem fazed at all that he's carrying a five foot girl on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and probably is gonna get murdered by this pshyco so she's probably in on this too. When I get out of this, I'm so telling on her Mary ass! He turns and I look up to the glass cased table and the words 'Receptionist' are in huge letters, placed very high in silver. The receptionist looks about in her thirties. She had pale blond hair and a oval shaped face with small petite glasses on. Her formal White shirt open enough to see her cleavage. Girl, cover those stuff. That's nasty.

"Do you want me to spank you again?" Jack says as he rubs one of my butt cheeks. I freeze. I shake my head frantically. "Good now stop squirming." I nod. "Good girl." He cooes. I gulp. He's a murderer and a control freak. Not to mention very...sexual. This is awfully feeling like Fifty Shades of Grey. Oh hell no. I still got my V card and it ain't expiring soon. And I plan on keeping it that way, Jack!!!

"Oh hey, Jack..." I hear a male voice. It was probably Mr tan. Yummy tan...no focus!

"Sup, Zane." What's with the four letter names? Who's next? Dory? Ha ha!

"Uhm, the new kid on your shoulder?" Oh he noticed? How kind of him unlike sister Mary over there!

"Oh, her? She's fine." No I am not!! Put me down bitch!!

"From the view I'm getting? I know she is. But what she doing on your shoulder? You can't just claim her like that! That's not how it works. And I don't think she thinks this normal..." What are these two weirdos talking about? Of course this isn't normal! Do people here daily get carried on someone's shoulder? And what the hell? Claim? I ain't no item on sale that you could lay-buy!!! And did this so called Zane just flirt with me indirectly. Okay... someone needs to slap some sense into these two.

"Well she isn't exactly normal. She was walking to the building and as you know I came to welcome her and then out of no freaking where she runs away screaming!" Jack explains. Nah I don't remember it like that. He's leaving out the part where he tried to murder me!!

"Well maybe you look uh...scary today?" All y'all's look scary today bitch.

"Bullshit. I look good today. So she tries to climb the gate and falls on her ass then turns around and asks my name then bolts! So I had to pick her up before she further injures herself. So here we are. So what have you been doing?" He shifts my weight a bit so he's comfortable. I hear shuffling and then someone comes into my view.

I look up to deep dark brown eyes. He had tan skin and smooth black hair that was brushed back in waves. He looked like he was half Asian. Like Chinese or Japanese. Dang lucky. I always wanted to be Japanese or something but sadly...it was a no no for me. He had strong structured face and beautiful lips, high cheekbones. His Adams apple bobbed as he crouched down to look at me. He was wearing jeans and a white Polo shirt with some sneakers I didn't know the brand of. His lips came up in a smile.

"Hey you. Aren't you pretty. So pretty. Yes you are. Yes your are. With your little brunette hair with streaks of red. Look at those green eyes. So cute." He cooes. Two words for these people. Cray to the z. He chuckles and straightens, leaving looking at his package. It looks mighty fine...mighty fine indeed. He must be a proud mother Fucker. He leaves my view and I'm left staring at the floor. "Are you sure she was the one screaming?" Zane chuckles.

"I think the only thing she knows is how to scream." Jack's figure vibrates so I know he's laughing silently. That came out so wrong or maybe it just went in my mind wrongly. But still...you can't just not hear the dirtyness.

But to actually think about it...I never actually told him to put me down...

"Put me down!" I growl out.

"Oh, she speaks after all."

"Put me down! Let me down!! Let me down!!" I struggle again. And you know what? He pulls my waist letting me down. Wow. I'm an idiot. I should have said this the first time he carried me. Things would have been a lot easier. But then his hands move to my ass then my thighs as I slip down. Parting my legs so I'm straddling his hip. Two words...blood rush.

"Let me down!!!" I grip his shoulders from falling. And those pink lips quirked up in a smile.

"It's either this position or the latter. And I prefer to this one." Well you ain't getting the satisfaction. I let my body go slack, bracing myself for the ground but then hands grip my thighs and keep me in place leaving my upper body to tip over. Zane tried to catch me but saves his phone instead as my body hits it as it descends. And then the world is upside down. Well hell.

My shirt flops half way down and I tightened my waist so I don't fall on my head as my hands become useless at the position and flop beside my head. This is kind of fun...weeeee.

I chuckle. Well there goes sanity.

"You should have let the phone fall." I hear Jack hisses at Zane. Well someone is moody. I tighten my grip on his waist. To make sure I don't slip further as he speaks.

"What!" Zane gasp dramatically. I look up for a second and see their figures. They look so tall. I giggle. "And let my baby get hurt! I'm sorry I'm not sorry. But even you aren't important as my phone, and this girl isn't gonna change it's status. Thank you very much." He gushes. I'm  too to back him up because clearly being upside down is making me tipsy and very care free. I feel something poke my middle down side.

And...there goes my dignity.

Now whatever could that be poking me around? Well...I'm not sticking around to find out. I let one more giggle. Sticking...poke. Get it?

I let my body go slack again and Jack grips me tighter. I'm having none of that boy. I'm out. My body hits the floor with a black thud. I skip the stop part I've already done the drop all I have to do now is roll. And sure as hell I roll bitch. I stand up and run to the door.

"Fuck." I hear Jack swear. "Grab her!" He hisses at Zane.

"What? Why?" I chuckle and pull open the door. And just my luck. Some guy is already standing there.

He had dark blonde hair with streaks of brown. His eyes were a warm brown hazel colour. His build was sexy but not to broad or too much muscles. He had a navy blue rain coat on with jeans and rain boots. It's not raining but they had mud on it so he was probably doing something like gardening - or digging a grave. Unfortunately and fortunately he was damn good looking. Well fuck .

He smiles and gives a small wave. "Hello. My name is Christopher." And I breathe out a sigh of relief. Thank the Lord.

I was starting to think that they weren't sane people at this school. I run behind him and clutch his rain coat.

"Save me!" I whisper as a very annoyed looking Jack comes. Christopher's stance goes rigid as he sees Jack.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks perplexed. Bitch you don't have time to ask questions! Protect me!!

"Hello to you too Chris. I see you've met the newbe." Jack says nonchalantly.  He looks behind him and smiles. "Lock! Finally!" Oh shit. Who the hell is lock. Chris turns to look down at me frowning. Why are you frowning?

"Hey there. Look. Let's go inside. I promise not to let Jack touch you. Or Zane." He adds. I purse my lips. Can I really trust this fool? He does seem normal...

"My name is-" but then I'm interrupted.

"Ah, Miss Emallie Watson. Come in." I look towards the voice and met by a very young looking version of a principal. His hair was all grey to the point if looking silver. But he looked more in his forties than in his seventies. I walk in with Chris behind me.

Now not being carried by crazy students I can actually see the room. It had polished floor Boards and the walls were also wood. The receptionist had her own big glass cased table and on either side was stairs leading up to a second floor. The second floor was built with wood too or styled. They were two doors on the second floor I could see but either than that it had two opening on either side leading somewhere.

I look to my left and right and see there are similar looking doors to the one we just entered in. It was a really welcoming look.

The man leads me to the corner of the room and right there are three boxes on a table.

"You unlock your phone and put it in here. You'll be assigned a new school phone after giving you as much of the old applications on your phone possible." He gestures towards the  first box. Oh no. I fish for my phone to say goodbye but then don't find it. I panic.

"It's not-"

" Here it is. You dropped it when you ran to the gate." Jack hands me my phone. I try to switch it on but it looks dead. Well...all I'll need is my parents' numbers...

"It seems that you've saved yourself some trouble." I grumble. And watch as my phone lands in the box with a thud. My heart sinks and I try not to cry. I love my phone too...

"Then harzards, anything harmful. Knifes, guns, picklocks etc." He gestures towards the second box.

I sigh. I take off my bag and take out my lighter,  matches, a pink pocket knife and gun. Look look look. I was planning on running. So might have came with my dad's gun because the school was surrounded by woods and I didn't want to get eaten by wolves while running. And the matches and lighter are for warmth. And the knife is for food. I always went camping for summer as I didn't actually socialize...

I look up to four wide eyes. "You have a gun?" Zane asks surprised. I was prepared!!!

I take the gun and wave it around!

"I can take it back if you want. Don't worry it's on safety!" Well...I think it's on safety. But I wouldn't mind shooting Jack and sister Mary though...

"No. Box." I sigh at Mr. Lock's tone. I throw the stuff in. Bye bye escape plan.

"Last box is drugs or liquids." I frown. Okay I have those too but their legal. I swear!!

"Like liquids as in water?" I try to stall.

"No like illegal drugs and illegal liquids." He narrows his eyes at me. I try to look innocent as possible.

"Nope. Don't have those." They sigh in relief.

"Come into my office and I'll explain how the school works." He leads tus up the stairs. Oh woopedy fucken Doo.

We enter one of the doors and wowy he got money. His office was wide. Really wide. And the back wall wasn't even a wall. It was a glass wall. Overlooking the school grounds. Or part if it. The inside anyway.

The two side walls were stacked with books. And the floor was pollished wood. It was really lavish.

He sat on his office chair as I sat on one of the two black chairs as Chris sat in the other and the two others walked around the room lazily.

"Well first things first." He leans forward "Chris will-" I never found out what Chris will what because then a girl with light brown short brunette hair same in with blue vibrant eyes came busting in.

She wore a leather jacket with black leggings and Vans black shoes. She said one word dead panned.

"Xavier." Well dang okay so...who the future k is Xavier. They all look at each other and have some kind of silent conversation. I frown. Well I feel so welcomed.

"We'll have to meet tomorrow Miss. Watson." He gives an apologetic smile. My frown deepens.

"So much for first things first." I mutter under my breath. I stand up.

"Chris. Please escort Miss. Watson to her dorm room." Chris nods and gestures towards the door. I glance quickly at Jack and Zane. They seem to be in their own world's which are probably burning down because they look stressed. Well the girl sure knows how to Brighten up a room. Chris is already outside waiting outside the door. I walk out and close the door behind me.

"Hurry up." Chris says sternly. I sigh and follow his too quick strides. So much for normal.