บททั้งหมดของ Beauty and the Bastard : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I walked out of class, relieved that pre-calculus was finally over. Despite my efforts to pass the class, I still despised it. It was just one of the useless things that we wasted our time learning about. I mean, when were we ever going to use Pi on a daily basis? I walked over to my locker, twisted the combination into the lock, and popped the door open. Inside was an array of books, folders, papers, and a small calendar, all neatly organized into their little spots. A small round mirror hung on the inside of the door, revealing my head of dusty-blonde hair, tied into two loose braids that rested on my shoulders. My smooth, light skin was slightly flushed, bringing a faint pink tint to my cheeks. I brushed stray strands of hair off my soft-heart shaped face and took a quick glance at my upturned eyes, the blue-green irises darting along with my pupils as I scanned over my own features. I put my calculus book and notepad away, tucking them in between Science and Language Arts, and

The bell rang, causing me to jump slightly. I narrowed my eyes at the streak that my pencil had made on my paper from the sudden movement and groaned. Marcus raised a brow at my reaction. "Calm down, buddy. Wait till you get home." He held in a snicker. I glared at him. "You know for a fact that's not what that is. I've got Science next period." He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Okay? So, why are we groaning like we just jerked off?" I rolled my eyes and started to pack my things. "Ha, ha ha, you're sooo funny. No. It's because next period is the class I have Roschèr in." Realization formed on Marcus's face. "Ohhh. I see." He smirked and raised a brow. I side-eyed him as I shoved my textbook into my backpack. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" It took me a second before it dawned on me what he was indicating. "Oh, Marcus! No! Don't even consider that." Marcus raised both eyebrows. "You know," he continued, despite my warning glare. "Based off of what yo

I raised my eyebrows as Ms. Sconley stared Leia down. She clearly was not happy about Leia's tantrum. Leia slowly turned away from me and looked back at a pissed-off Ms. Sconley. "Never have I ever expected you to have such an outburst in my class!" Sconley continued. I snickered quietly. "I need a beer to drink to that." Leia dropped her head, and her cheeks turned beet red. "Miss Roschèr, mister Turploy, go to the principals office. Now." I felt my jaw drop, incredulous that I was getting sent. "What did I do!?" Sconley turned her glare to me. "You provoked. Now go." I shoved my stuff into my backpack. "Bloody bitch," I mumbled under my breath. I picked up my backpack carried it out, and walked behind Leia through the door. Unbe-fucking-leivable. I didn't know why I was being sent down for saying something. Leia had had a choice to ignore me. I mean, she had, but I always knew how to get under her skin. At least she was in trouble. I couldn't help but smirk at the thoug

So far, the score was 3-1, putting us in the lead. The Cobras had the puck and were advancing towards Owen. "Block it, Foley!" I heard coach scream. Almost at the exact same time, the puck was shot towards the goal, and Owen slammed down and blocked the score. "Yeah, Foley!" Coach shouted. Owen grinned and threw a thumbs up as Jayden stole the puck, swinging it to Marcus. I called out to Marcus once he was halfway down the rink, and he swung the puck in my direction, giving me a perfect shot. I intercepted the puck with my stick and skated towards the goal, dodging players and keeping the puck away from their sticks, and passed the puck back to Marcus as soon as I knew he had the ultimate shot, since his was better than mine, and he scored, bringing the score up to 4-1. The crowd cheered, and I fistbumped Marcus. "Yeah, man!" He slapped me on the back as he skated by. A couple of blocks and a score later, halftime rolled around, and the coach called us back into the ben

A yawn forced its way out of my lungs as I rolled my suitcase through the student-packed gym to the name tag table. I scanned the array of name tags, searching down the alphabetical-ordered list of students' names until I found Roschèr. I had downed at least three cups of coffee this morning to try to wake myself up, but sadly, it seemed to have had no effect on me. My eyelids still had dumbells tied to them on a string, weighing them down and making them nearly impossible to keep open. Once I found my name, I peeled the sticker off of its paper and smoothed it onto the front side of my suitcase. "You all set, Leys?" My dad asked as he smiled at me through my phone screen. "Do you need anything before I head out?" Dad had always insisted we do a FaceTime call whenever I would go on a trip. I guess he just wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything and that I would get to my transportation safely. I nodded and gave him what was supposed to be a smile. "Yeah, I'm all good. I d