Status: Perfect Crime has been cancelled, due to personal reasons. Don't worry though, I'm going to start a new story up soon.
Perfect Crime
First Day
I open my eyes wide to the sun awakening me through the blinds.
I turn my head over to the clock 7:15am.
I slam my head to my sorry excuse for a bed a pillow and some covers.
"We just had to move here, didn't we?" I thought angered.
Finally I managed to pull myself out of bed and get ready. I picked out my loose fitting jeans, my blue converse, a t-shirt with splatters on it, and some hoop earrings.
I whipped my eyeliner and mascara on in a minute, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.
The high school was big, like the mall back at home.
I couldn't believe starting my first day on what is supposed to be the greatest 4 years of my life in a completely different state.
This sucked.
As I walked up the steps I got a eerie feeling like someone was watching me I whipped my head around making my curls go crazy but no one was there.
"weird." I thought.
I walked into the office on the desk I saw "Mrs. Maden." in fine print.
"The principals a woman?" "that's unusual." I said to myself.
Suddenly a woman popped out from under the desk.
She had thick eyeglasses on and looked 70 years old.
"You must be the new student!" she chirped.
"ye....yess." I stammered utterly surprised.
She picked up a pen and snapped a piece of paper out of a drawer.
"state your name" she said in a sweet old lady voice.
"Bela Moore." I said in a quiet voice.
"Aw nice to have you Bela Moore, I'm your principal Mrs. Maden and welcome to New Haven high school!" She said with a big grin and her eyes squinting.
"Thanks for the welcome." I said
"Here's your schedule." She handed me a yellow piece of paper.
I started to walk out of the office
"Awww don't forget this!" she said loudly
I turned back around and she handed me a little gift basket.
"Now you have a nice day dearie and don't get into any trouble you hear?"
"Yes ma'am."
And I walked out.
Eventually I made it to my first class, Math.
Oh how I despised math numbers never had made sense to me.
My 7th grade math teacher told me I was dumber than a box full of hammers
I entered the classroom.
The teacher was HOT and when I see HOT I mean SMOKING
he had light brown hair and bright green eyes, he was dressed in skinny jeans and a button down shirt. He gave me a look and a smile and pointed to a desk at the back.
Everyone looked at me as I walked down the aisle.
I slammed my backpack on the floor and slammed down in my desk not looking forward to the rest of the day.
I heard a voice.
"Hi." it said.
I looked right and then left but didn't see anything.
I felt a poke at my back and jumped, but class continued on.
"Hello? new girl?" it said again.
I turned my head and looked behind me.
There sat a Greek goddess.
jet black hair with blond tips, baby blue eyes with green rims, a lip ring, a nose pierced, and a welcoming smile.
'Uhhh..... hi?" I said
"You're blushing." he said with a wink
"I know I'm hot but you don't have to make it obvious curly Q."
Just then he grabbed my hair and ran it through his fingers and touched it to his lips.
"What are you doing?" I barely was able to choke out.
"Just admiring your beautiful hair." He said.
"Damien!" The teacher barked
"Leave her alone."
"OK pops." he said.
So that's why he and the teacher looked so much alike, they were father and son.
During class he passed me notes and a learned a few things about him.
His name was Damien, he was 15, he had lived in Texas all his life, and his dad was the math teacher.
After class I didn't see much of Damien.
I went through each class one after another thinking of him.
During lunch I went outside and sat under a tree,
I pulled a sandwich out of my backpack.
I saw a figure turn behind me but ignored it.
"Peek-a-boo" it said, I recognized that voice.
"Damien?" 'Where are you?"
"Right behind you." he said whispering.
Something bit my ear.
"Ow!" I shrieked
Just then Damien appeared in front of me.
He had on all black and once again his beauty amazed me.
"Aww stop staring I know I'm beautiful." he said with a smirk.
"Uhhh sorry." I said quietly.
he say beside me and pulled out a pack of gum.
"What are those for?" I asked with a questionable voice.
"Its to help me quit." he said.
"quit what?" "smoking." he said with his head to the ground.
"Why did you smoke?" I asked with a worrying voice.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He said with a twitch of his lip.
"gotta go curly Q." he said. "Ill see you later." "Uhh bye." I said.
he walked off with a graceful stride.
I had to admit,
He had a nice ass.
I turn my head over to the clock 7:15am.
I slam my head to my sorry excuse for a bed a pillow and some covers.
"We just had to move here, didn't we?" I thought angered.
Finally I managed to pull myself out of bed and get ready. I picked out my loose fitting jeans, my blue converse, a t-shirt with splatters on it, and some hoop earrings.
I whipped my eyeliner and mascara on in a minute, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.
The high school was big, like the mall back at home.
I couldn't believe starting my first day on what is supposed to be the greatest 4 years of my life in a completely different state.
This sucked.
As I walked up the steps I got a eerie feeling like someone was watching me I whipped my head around making my curls go crazy but no one was there.
"weird." I thought.
I walked into the office on the desk I saw "Mrs. Maden." in fine print.
"The principals a woman?" "that's unusual." I said to myself.
Suddenly a woman popped out from under the desk.
She had thick eyeglasses on and looked 70 years old.
"You must be the new student!" she chirped.
"ye....yess." I stammered utterly surprised.
She picked up a pen and snapped a piece of paper out of a drawer.
"state your name" she said in a sweet old lady voice.
"Bela Moore." I said in a quiet voice.
"Aw nice to have you Bela Moore, I'm your principal Mrs. Maden and welcome to New Haven high school!" She said with a big grin and her eyes squinting.
"Thanks for the welcome." I said
"Here's your schedule." She handed me a yellow piece of paper.
I started to walk out of the office
"Awww don't forget this!" she said loudly
I turned back around and she handed me a little gift basket.
"Now you have a nice day dearie and don't get into any trouble you hear?"
"Yes ma'am."
And I walked out.
Eventually I made it to my first class, Math.
Oh how I despised math numbers never had made sense to me.
My 7th grade math teacher told me I was dumber than a box full of hammers
I entered the classroom.
The teacher was HOT and when I see HOT I mean SMOKING
he had light brown hair and bright green eyes, he was dressed in skinny jeans and a button down shirt. He gave me a look and a smile and pointed to a desk at the back.
Everyone looked at me as I walked down the aisle.
I slammed my backpack on the floor and slammed down in my desk not looking forward to the rest of the day.
I heard a voice.
"Hi." it said.
I looked right and then left but didn't see anything.
I felt a poke at my back and jumped, but class continued on.
"Hello? new girl?" it said again.
I turned my head and looked behind me.
There sat a Greek goddess.
jet black hair with blond tips, baby blue eyes with green rims, a lip ring, a nose pierced, and a welcoming smile.
'Uhhh..... hi?" I said
"You're blushing." he said with a wink
"I know I'm hot but you don't have to make it obvious curly Q."
Just then he grabbed my hair and ran it through his fingers and touched it to his lips.
"What are you doing?" I barely was able to choke out.
"Just admiring your beautiful hair." He said.
"Damien!" The teacher barked
"Leave her alone."
"OK pops." he said.
So that's why he and the teacher looked so much alike, they were father and son.
During class he passed me notes and a learned a few things about him.
His name was Damien, he was 15, he had lived in Texas all his life, and his dad was the math teacher.
After class I didn't see much of Damien.
I went through each class one after another thinking of him.
During lunch I went outside and sat under a tree,
I pulled a sandwich out of my backpack.
I saw a figure turn behind me but ignored it.
"Peek-a-boo" it said, I recognized that voice.
"Damien?" 'Where are you?"
"Right behind you." he said whispering.
Something bit my ear.
"Ow!" I shrieked
Just then Damien appeared in front of me.
He had on all black and once again his beauty amazed me.
"Aww stop staring I know I'm beautiful." he said with a smirk.
"Uhhh sorry." I said quietly.
he say beside me and pulled out a pack of gum.
"What are those for?" I asked with a questionable voice.
"Its to help me quit." he said.
"quit what?" "smoking." he said with his head to the ground.
"Why did you smoke?" I asked with a worrying voice.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He said with a twitch of his lip.
"gotta go curly Q." he said. "Ill see you later." "Uhh bye." I said.
he walked off with a graceful stride.
I had to admit,
He had a nice ass.
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xD I hope whoever read this liked it :)