’and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you…’

I was 18, running from 2 dudes who were chasing me down after one of my tournaments. I had won, defeating the undefeated ‘Masquerade’.. I went by the ‘Black Skull’..original I know. I was from London so my accent made me stick out like a sore thumb. I currently had a small wound on the bridge of my nose and a black mask was covering from my nose down.

Too make a long story short I ran into some short girl and pushed her into an alley.. losing my necklace in the process. I cherished it..it was a gift from my mom. I arrived at school the next day, sitting in my usual spot. Nobody sitting next to me because well honestly i was the moody,intolerable anger issues kid. I had a bestfriend named Louis Tomlinson. With my luck, you walked into class. What the hell. I was sure I’d never see your face again but yet here you are, introducing yourself. The new girl. Great.

When you sat next to me I practically ignored you. I didn’t want you to talk to me. I didn’t want you to even breathe near me.

When the teacher announced we were doing partner work with the person next to us, I felt like the world was against me for beating that dude. I mean 5,000 how could I say no?!. 2 weeks to do this stupid ass project. I’ll just do it myself and save myself the boredom of listening to some whiny girl for 2 weeks about this dumbass project.

After class I stood up,walking out of class before I heard you calling out my name. I sighed and turned to you,keeping an annoyed expression on my face. Couldn’t you just leave me alone. I mean I didn’t talk to you. Couldn’t you get a hint. “What do you want.” I said coldly, my British accent peeking through like no tomorrow. But I was annoyed and pissed you were bothering me.