you weren’t a delinquent, people were just bloody idiots. you knew first hand that girls and boys (heavy on the boys) were stupid, especially teenage ones. and it wasn’t your fault that you didn’t like bullshit.

8th school that you had been expelled from, at this point you were waiting for your record.

your parents were rich, which was the main reason you hadn’t been placed into a jail, even though you hated being known as a posh girl- it had its perks.

but now, you were stuck with a stupid lecture from your dad, even though he knew you weren’t listening, you already were ready to go upstairs and listen to a new track from your favorite artist.

that was until the words ‘all boys school’ came out of your fathers mouth.

“excuse me?” you say.

“we’re transferring you to an all boys school. it’s the only school in the whole country that will take you, and it’s only because me and the headmaster are friends.” your father says.

your mother sighs, “we believe it will be good for you… to- open your eyes.”

you scoff, not believing a second of this, “are you mad? im not going to a bleeding boys school! that’s worse than jail!”

but here you were, staring at your white blouse, plaid skirt, and knee high stockings. it was a murder to fashion, not a uniform, and the fact you’d be the only person, and girl for that matter wearing a skirt? this was fucking insane.

and to make matters worse? it was raining. and you forgot an umbrella. so by the time you were outside the huge old 1600’s looking brick building, you were soaked head to toe. and when you looked around, looking at all of the boys- you didn’t even care. it was just some idiot teenage boys.

you pulled your wet hair into a bun before walking with your head high into the school.

you noticed the stares from all the boys, but they could shove it straight back up, because yeah, you were a girl, so?

however, once you walked into class, the whole class went silent. a little too silent, but you ignored it and sat down.

you could hear a pin drop, everyone was literally gaping at you and when the teacher walked in he dropped his bag on the floor in shock.

what the fuck? were these guys like- mental?

that’s until a guy with brown hair and some serious blue eyes walked over to you with his hoodie and an annoyed look on his face.

what was his problem?

he surprises you by handing you the hoodie, “put it on.” is literally all he says.

you raise an eyebrow, “what? fuck no, im not wearing some random hoodie.”

he huffs in frustration before pulling the hoodie over your head anyways, “let me just let you know, princess,” he says sarcastically before continuing, “it’s raining outside and you are wearing a white shirt. so now every boy in the school knows what the color of your fucking bra is.”