Chapter 1


    The rain fell hard against the window as it rattled from the wind, this is not good! Not what I wanted for


    my first day back at college, especially since I have to walk to the train station. Stupid English weather.


    ncing into the floor length mirror I try to fight my hair into submission, the natural curls making it


    near impossible as I cover it in hair spray, there that should do, Lizzie 1, hair 0. I wouldn’t say I was


    pretty, but when my hair cooperated it looked great with my figure, I don’t have a size zero model


    figure, I have curves, being between a size 10 and 12 with great breasts if I may say so myself, the


    ck skinny jeans I was wearing clung perfectly to my body along with the grey tank top, I looked


    attractive for once, after finishing the outfit with a skull scarf, a leather jacket and my ck Doc Martens


    I grabbed my bag and ran for the door, checking the time quickly. It’s just my luck to be runningte on


    the first day back, and we had a new teacher who is meant to be one of the best, I really should not be


    Crap! I missed the train, now I’m going to bete for sure, after waiting for the next train to arrive I


    waited patiently for it to reach my destination, hoping I would dry off a little before meeting my new


    teacher, first impressions count right? Laughing to myself once again, I check my eyeliner, ensuring it


    was still perfect before standing at the door of the train, why did they have to take so long to open


    them! As soon as the doors opened, I ran out of the station, I had at least 30 minutes’ walk before I


    reached my college and I still needed to collect my timetable.


    Reaching college over half an hourte I quickly pace into the office, ringing the bell ‘Hey there, second


    year, Lizzie Sevenfold’ My wordse out rushed as the women frowns at me


    ‘a littlete aren’t we?’ it’s clear she was unimpressed as she frowns once again


    ‘oh yeah, trains just love beingte’ I smile sheepishly, hoping we could carry this along already.


    The women takes her time in finding my file ‘ah here we are, Miss sevenfold, you’re in room 809, here


    you go’ She hands me the timetable as my heart sinks, 809? That’s the 8th floor. I quickly leave the


    office after muttering a thank you, only to find both the lifts out of order, double crap. Looks like the


    stairs it is. These stairs kill me, I would never ever willingly walk up them, bad choice to wear skinny


    jeans Lizzie, really bad choice. Finally reaching the 8th floor I try to control my breathing as I knock on


    room 809, as I reach for the handle it is ripped from hand as the door opens wide, the entrance to the


    room blocked by an unknown figure in front of me. My eyes travel up the man, lingering on the ck


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    shirt that was tight enough to see outlines of abs beneath, the top buttons were undone which showed


    the tan skin beneath. My breathing caught in my throat, I had only justid eyes on this man, yet certain


    parts of me hade to life, I let my eyes travel further up only to be met with piercing cold brown


    eyes.


    ‘Miss sevenfold I presume!’ His voice is deep with a clear sense of anger present as he continues to


    sternly watch me ‘I do not appreciatete arrivals to my ss. You should learn to follow the rules


    correctly. I have very strict rules in tact Miss sevenfold and if you do not n to abide by them then


    measures shall be taken’ I gulp loudly as he continues to watch me, shes of anger appearing in his


    eyes ‘I am known as Lucas in this college, but seems as you show no respect, you will call me Mr


    Davey, do you understand?’ I nod my head, not trusting my voice.


    ‘You answer me when I speak to you, do you understand?’ the sternness is present in his voice again


    ‘Yes...yes Sir’ My words cause his eyes to darken as he stands out of the door way allowing me to


    pass, the sudden realisation that my entire ss had heard causing my cheeks to redden.


    ‘Take a seat, oh and Miss sevenfold?’ I nce up at my new teacher, wishing this ordeal to be over.


    ‘Yes Mr Davey?’ my voice is timid as I sit alone at the back of the ssroom.


    ‘Stay behind after lesson. Oh, and never bete to my ss again’ His eyes disy warning before he


    dismisses me and averts his attention to the rest of the ss, a smile ying on his lips. He was so


    kind to them! Yet he hated me. So typical. Why do I always get the assholes? Though a good-looking


    asshole, ncing at Mr Davey, I watched as he taught the ss, his ckish brown hair gleaming


    under the light, why did someone so hot have to be so mean? And why did he have to be my teacher, if


    only I had been earlier perhaps, he would have liked me. Iugh to myself again, forgetting that I wasn’t


    alone in the ssroom as I’m pulled from my thoughts by that cold voice once again.


    ‘Is something amusing?’ Mr Davey watches me intently waiting for my answer


    ‘oh, no sir, sorry’ I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact


    ‘Detention for the next week, an hour after each lesson will be spent with me’ He smirks at me as a


    look of disbelief falls upon my face, detention in college! That never happens


    ‘but sir’ the moments the words leave my mouth he is ring at me once again


    ‘No buts Miss Sevenfold! You will do as you are told. Your disobedience shocks me’ I mutter sorry as


    he continues teaching the lesson, this really was going to be a long year.