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TOBIAS

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First day of senior year.

"Psst!"

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"Dude!"

I felt my chair been kicked and almost knock my face down the table. "What!?" I spitted a whisper yelled as I slightly turn behind when Mr. Grey isn't watching. A stupid smile plastered on his caramel skin coloured face. Meet Brynn Langston, my childhood best dude.

"Did you hear – he push up his curly haired that covered his forehead – about her? The recent ones?" he whispers closely, leaning his body to me. He really need a haircut.

"No. Why?" continued taking note.

Let's just said that 'her' we talking about is the infamous Ashley Sommer, the badas – bad bad girl – in the school. Everyone knew her. Literally. How you may asked? Firstly, she's the cliché leather jacket badgirl. Secondly, her infamous icy cold and emotionless looked. Thirdly, she's the eldest heiress of the well–known company in America, which mean she's rich as heavens!

"She got into a bar fight again. The guy that she beats almost.. well half dead. She got bailed out too, you know." Brynn continued.

Before I could replied it, I was cut off by a huge sound of an open door.

Everyone snapped their heads towards the door, a lot of gasps and whispers heard being thrown toward that person. There are dark radiant looming into the class.

"Miss Sommer, I just wandering where have you been ." Mr. Grey talking to her with a genuine smile on his wrinkled face as he's in his late forties.

WAIT,WHAT!? HE IS SMILING! SHUT UP!

Everyone I mean everyone knew he's the Mr. Grumpy and now he standing there talking to her with a sweet smile, showing his white pearl teeth.

"Gasp...." I mumbled to myself. Yes! I said gasp while gasping. Kinda weird but hey.

"Okay ,guys. Miss Sommer will be joining our class for now – he taking her schedule and return it to her as she's already standing in front of the class – no questions needed."

Ashley still have her infamous look on her. She glances everyone making the class – dead silent and almost everyone look down, avoiding their eyes meet her. That's how intense and scary her stare is.

Well almost.

She caught me staring. I gulped nervously and quickly lowered my head to break the intense stare–battle. Look like I really need to neat up my note afterward.

"Miss Sommer. Please take your seat inf–"

I heard a heavy footsteps toward my place and...

'Move." Her raspy voice spoke coldly, bombarded in the class making a few to jump from their seat, including me. I turn to the right side and the blonde girl, Sara, quickly shoved her books into her pink bagpack and I could see she is trembling in fear. She moved to the empty seat infront.

"or there." Mr. Grey said with a half whisper while shaking his bald in the middle at her behavior.

My head still down, slightly tilt my head to the right to take a look of her. She wears a black loose classic rock band – Deep Purple – graphic T–shirt, clearly it must be her favorite band then. Her black ripped skinny jean hug her leg perfectly with a match combat boots. She has an open, square face and a deep set eyes with a sweeping eyelashes, giving her a mysterious look. She tugs her not so slicky black wavy haired – roll down to her shoulder blade – behind her ear. I wonder how it feel like to run your fingers through it.

SLUMP!

I jumped from my daydream, I can feel my cheeks started to heat up. I'm definitely look like a bright tomatoes. Curse my pale skin!

She smacked her book on her table and turned to face me. Oh no! Lord if you heard me please hel–

"Your note." Gravelly she spoke, looking straight at me.

"H–huh?" I turn to her and widened my heterochromia eyes – two different coloured eyes. Dumbfounded I asked her with a stutter.

"You drop your note."

There is no warm welcome radiant from her only cold expression, pointing down the white tile floor.

"Oh, s–sorry..." I picked it up and continued lower down my head to my note again.

Why am I apologize to her. Maybe I'm horrified of her presence. Well, it seem like everyone scared of her. Not to mention, she used to beat up a basketball captain last year in the party after she has been accused stealing his girlfriend. He's twice her height and weight but she managed to flip him over. Uh–huh! You heard me clearly. SHE FLIPS HIM OVER! I shivered as I remembered a few bones of the poor guys cracked.