5Slowly, bits and flakes of dead skin appeared as she continued. An 'A' laboriously came to form. She grinned and examined her finished work. Perfect. But... Hesitantly, she grazed the lead of her pencil on the wound and tried to smooth the fragments of skin left over. The tattoo damn well couldn't show if she didn't get rid of the extra parts. And they wouldn't like that, would they?
She let out a groan in frustration.
The pencil poked mercilessly at the gash and a sharp sting caused her to pull back. With a growl, she set down the instrument and glared at her hand. There had been other cuts she made before on different parts of her body, yet they were done without a purpose other than relieving some of the pain inside of her.
This one was different. She reached out a finger and rubbed the place in smooth circles. A dull ache resonated through her body. Pain, she mused. Pain was what she needed. Pain was good.
Yes... pain was good. That had become her mantra ever since she had made her decision.
Her head snapped up when she heard a voice.
"Miss Johansson? Would you care to join the class in our discussion about King Henry VII or are you daydreaming about something more interesting?"
A ripple of giggles came from the back of the classroom, where her so- called new friends were sitting. Her face flushed and she subtly put her hand under the desk.
"I... I suppose I got lost in my own world for a second," she murmured, hoping it was in a humble tone. She kept her head down and hoped Mr. H move his attention back to the dead king. He did no such thing.
"Enlighten us then, Miss Johansson."
The named 'Miss Johansson' glared at the balding person standing in the middle of the room. Maybe if she wished hard enough, she could maim him with a well-placed glance. In a perfect world. In this world, all he did was smirk.
The one thought that was going through her mind right now was her acute desire to slap the man. Not that Mr. H would want to know that. She pasted on a smile and clenched her teeth.
"Well, I don't think it'll be much fun, since my thoughts aren't anywhere close to as fascinating as King Henry. Please, do go on Mr. H," she responded in a sickly sweet voice.
Another smattering of laughter came from the class, except this time the crowd delighted in her.
She sneered. "I don't think your pupils like you that all that much either. Sad, really."
A silence fell over the room. She knew she had crossed a line... as if she gave a shit. Looking around, she saw shock, awe, or just plain disgust on every classmate's face.
They were wondering who this new kid was. They were about to find out, weren't they?
There was an interested gleam from one guy in the front in particular. His grey eyes danced in merriment at some secret joke. He slowly winked at her. She winked back and he turned around to face the front again.
Her gaze fell back on the teacher. Mr. H's face was an unhealthy shade of crimson. He sputtered incoherently and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Whispers flew throughout the room. Most of the class moved across the room to talk to their friends. A few bulky jocks took the opportunity and started to throw paperclips at everyone. People glanced back to the strange girl every once in a while as they continued their conversations.
She sat calmly in her desk through all of it, even as one of the paperclips bounced off of her forehead. In the midst of it all, the grey- eyed boy sashayed over to her desk. The corner of her mouth rose slightly in amusement. She pretended not to notice.
He stood there in front of her desk. When she didn't respond, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Boo."
Before he could pull back, she gave him a light peck on the lips. She laughed softly at the stunned look he gave her.
"Relax. I just want to know your name."
A grin spread over his features.
"Ben at your service. I'm guessing you want me?"
"Please. I always get what I want, when I want it," she scoffed.
"You got it already," he said.
"You just met me. Isn't there some unwritten rule about hitting on the new girl?"
"Well...you're different. You can be an exception of the rule." His grin widened.
This was going to be fun. She grabbed his hand and shook it.
"I'm Brianna. And you don't know how nice it is to meet you, Ben."
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A/N: No, it's not going to end up being a fluffy love story FYI. How was it anyway? I know the plot already and... hopefully you readers realized Brianna's more than what she seems. Keep reading. I'll post up the next chapter after I get at least one review. Sorry for not updating any of my other stories; I got damn writer's block on every single one of them. Leave any suggestions and comments. Whatever. I know you hate my story.