131Hi people! This is my first story on this site- so go easy on me!
Summery: Seth pierce was your normal high school punk girl who was leading a perfectly normal existence with no friends at all, insert Alec Stirling, red headed skater playboy who wants nothing more than to prove to her that he can get any girl he wants - her.
Waking up to the sound of your perky roommate really isn't the best way up.
Slamming a spare pillow on my head to shut out her Britney spears impersonation didn't really help either. Giving up on those five glorious moments of sleep I could have, I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms above my head, groaning at the slight ache in my muscles, I get up and head to our shower. My roommate Trist smiled cheerfully as I walk past her. "Good morning sleepyhead! How did ya sleep?" I mumble a "Ihpeyourotinhll..." before slamming the bathroom door shut.
Turning on the boiling hot water I stripped and jumped right in. While the hot water slowly eased sore muscles and I hummed an old AC/DC song I heard Trist yell something. "What?!"
"I said I'm off to breakfast! See you at Lunch!" I heard her yell and than our front door shut.
Twentymin later stepping out, I wrapped a fluffy blue towel and headed to my dresser ignoring the cold air that brushed against my skin. After putting on my underwear I dressed in some baggy dark green pants that reach my knees with my traditional 3 row pyramid stud belt, black tank top with a tie printed across it, my favorite red low rise converse. I put on black eyeliner with turquoise mascara.
I gathered my waist length damp hair into a sloppy ponytail and examined myself in the mirror for a second and grabbed my Invader Zim messenger bag and headed to my black 1966 K GT Convertible mustang and drove off to Kingston High school or hell, whatever you want to call it.
Oh! Did I introduce myself? Seth Pierce, 16 and half junior in high school, waist length carrot red blonde hair- no! Not strawberry blond (I hate that term) really light red hair that was a bit blondish, light blue eyes. Pretty tall 5'6 with fair tanish skin- I hate being in the sun too long, really slim flat stomach and slim legs, 11 piercings, 8 on my left ear 3 on my right, an eyebrow piercing on my right; two tattoos: a tribal design on my left wrist and a tribal fire on my left shoulder. Parentless since age 7, they were killed right in front of my eyes by two rapist and murderers.
I ran away right after their funeral and was missing for almost 6 months when my older brother Scott tracked me down. After that we came back home in California and he became my guardian – at the age of 11 of course Grams was really our guardian but me and him were living by ourselves for a year or so and than we started to attend Kingston Manner an elite boarding school for the rich and spoiled.
My brother instantly became the most sought after guy – he had black hair and blue eyes from our dad. He practically ruled the school and me being the damaged child that I was and still am refused popularity and became a loner. When I was afreshman and he was a senior he passed his title to my worst enemy after graduation.
After parking I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car and stared at the large building called high school. The high school itself was hundreds of years old but a few years ago the remodeled it to look more modern. Trees surround the campus and students were outside laughing and talking about their weekend. I walk up the main steps to get inside noticing the looks I was getting.
Ignoring everyone I marched straight to my locker and unlocked it. Pulling out my English book and examining it just to see if I had homework or not, I hear laughing and yelling and I look up to see a group of guys heading down the hall. Now at our school the Goths and punks weren't the outcasts, nope it was the other way around, they were the most wanted hottest guys in the school. A few of them were jocks but weren't as preppy. But they were all filthy rich (like everyone else at the school) making them total players.
Of course like any other group there were also goth and emo girls right? Wrong! The girls they hung out with were preppy bitches/sluts who were drooling on them (as we speak) I was currently the only girl in this entire institute who is relatively normal. Whoopdidoo. Now the guy that I despise and was currently glaring was the leader of the pack and just happened to be the hottest richest playboy.
Name? Alec Stirling.
Blue green eyes covered slightly by his untidy Dark red hair, tall about 6'0, two eyebrow piercing on his left, lip piercing and five earrings on his right ear and two on his left. A black "Volcom" tee shirt tight over his chest and arms, black basketball skull shorts and black and red "Osiris" shoes covered his tall, lean frame. God I hated him. If he wasn't such a dick he'd be exactly my type. As if he knew I was looking at him he turned and caught my gaze with a smirk. I gave him the finger slammed my locker shut and walked down a separate hallway.
I was laughing at Aces joke when I felt someone's burning gaze on me, I turned to my left and there she was Scott Pierce little sister, Seth. The one girl in the entire school who dresses and act like us. Coincidently the only girl in the entire school who hates my guts and would rather be burned alive than date me. Oh well she's a total bitch anyways.
I smirk at her.
She flips me off and heads in the opposite direction. Fuck she may be a bitch but she has one fuckin body, she's pretty tall but too tall, curvy but slim, nice flat stomach, long tan legs and large rack. Oh did I mention she was fuckin gorgeous? So I'm shallow shoot me. The truth is ever since 7th grade I had an eye on Seth cause she wasn't like any of the girls, that and we got into a fight once and she kicked my ass. Since then we've been enemies. At freshman year I befriended her brother and that apparently sparked our rivalry into pure hatred. And than last year at graduation he announced that I would be taking over.
Anyways back to real life. Christie Jones and all her cleavage was heading my way and I just couldn't pass that chance.
"Hey Alec." She practically purred. Blonde hair. Cheerleading outfit (gotta love those skirts). Fake tan. I saw her lift her hand to the top of her blouse and slide it down a notch so that I could see her white bra. I've seen better but now, why be picky? I was about to suggest my car when first period ball rang. I gave an apologetic smile and headed off to my first class, English.
As usual I arrived after our teacher Mrs. Keith, the biggest bitch in the entire school, luckily she's fairly young and could twist around my little finger. "Morning Mrs. K, how are you this magnificent morning?" And gave her my heart breaking smile. It's like she's puddy in my hands.
"I'm well Mr. Stirling, now how about you take a seat so I can begin my lesson?" she plastered an attractive (in her eyes I suppose) smile and completely forgot me being late. I smirked and noticed a seat available in the back row where I could Seth was drawing in her notebook. As I walked towards her I could hear most of the girls sigh and look at me. Girls' noticing me wasn't anything new. I've been getting looks like that since I was born. I had my kinder garden teacher at my beck and call. Life was so easy when you're good-looking and rich. I take the seat next to her and I notice she didn't even look up. While Mrs. Keith was writing the assignment down on the board I leaned on my chair closer to her.
"Hey Pierce…" I said playfully as my breath brushed against her ear. She didn't even flinch. She was still drawing, only she lifted her hand up stuck her middle finger out at me while muttering "Screw you Stirling."
"What? I didn't even say anything!" I gave her an innocent face. She looked up and she lifted up her pierced eyebrow.
"You're wasting my air dick, if you want to fuckin say something then fuckin say it!" boy I love it when I get her this mad this fast.
"Right to the point, I like that. Say Pierc-" I was cut of by Mrs. K.
"Alright! Stirling! Pierce! I want the both of yo-" And she was cut off by the bell. When I looked back to seth she was already out the door for her next class. Oh well.
Next class lets see...oh! Canceled. I guess I'll just have to go to stud- hey was that Christy signaling me to the girls bathroom? Well duty calls.
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