The Bad Boy's Thorn

Chapter One

malia tate as hailee steinfield

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M A L I A

I carry the large text books in my hands, I just started this damn school and I'm already preoccupied with books. This is honestly boring, school is meant to be boring.

I notice familiar faces of my class mates from two years ago, some have changed massively - they seem more taller and even look more mature.

I felt the eyes of people following my every move as if this couldn't have gotten any better. Some people are nice enough to smile at me, however I don't smile back.

"The new girl looks pretty... ugly." I heard a small freshman say under her breath to her friend. I must've heard wrong, I look behind me. There was nobody, oh so this witch is speaking about me.

I stride over towards her direction. She slightly jolts back noticing me walking towards her, "Hello." I greet in a sickly sweet voice.

"H-Hi?" she fumbles on her words.

"It's rude of you to comment on somebody's appearance like that little girl, if I were you I'd suggest you to try keeping your words in - because I fear the next time I hear you utter a single insult I will shove it up your little crusty mouth and see how you like it." I pat her back, sending her a insanely fake smile.

I notice the crowd of people watching my every move like hawks, they should know better not to pick on a persons appearance. I find it sickening.

I ignore their stares as I walk towards my first class of the day, Economics. My most beloved subject, slightly dazed I bump into someone by mistake. I watch my textbooks falling on to someone's foot.

Ouch. The person groans in pain due to the contact of the textbooks.

I lock eyes with a very oddly familiar face, it couldn't be. Vincent Ace. My eyes widen as I quickly bent down to pick up the text books.

He watches me as I pick up the heavy textbooks, I gulp avoiding his glance. He's the most intimidating guy in this school, his cold glance was directed towards me.

Vincent doesn't utter a single word as he ignores me, walking past me like nothing happened. Seems like he hasn't changed over the past two years.

His appearance changed massively, guess he decided to ditch his emo phase, his raven coloured hair was pulled to the back. His slim jaw was visible against the black clothing he wore as he held the same emotionless face he would always hold.

In short words, puberty did justice on this boy.

The school bell rings, bringing me out of my thoughts. Vincent Ace has changed so much, ever since the day his brother died.

I walk towards the Economic class gingerly making sure that I didn't bump into anyone. Once I enter the class, I notice people glancing my way, possibly trying to recognise me?

"A new girl? Welcome to my economic class, I'm Mrs Potter - please take a seat next to Archer." She points towards the familiar brunette haired boy.

He ignores my glance as he pulls his bag off the chair I'm meant to be sitting on. I take a seat beside him, sliding my bag down the table.

"Introduce yourself!" Mrs Potter exclaims. The rest of the students look at me, awaiting for me to speak.

"I'm Malia, that's all I can say." I state boldly as the students start to whisper harshly.

Beside me, Archer keeps a poker face as he looks at me. His eyebrows were furrowed as he scanned my face.

"She's not Malia Alis, since Malia Alis died two years ago - she killed herself." A girl across me mumbles to her friend.

Malia Alis, my old surname was Alis. So those were the rumours of Selveridge High. They all think I committed suicide, how horrible are these rumours. Most importantly who started this chain of rumours about me.

I notice Archer clenching his jaw from my peripheral vision. He seemed irritated.

"I heard Malia Alis couldn't take the bullying so she decided to overdose on sleeping pills, poor girl - she didn't deserve that." A guy mutters loudly.

These rumours were silly, when I find out who started them, I'll have a nice talk.

"Will you guys stop talking about that girl? She's dead, get over it." Archer says loudly, causing everyone to flinch from the sharpness of his tone.

He was one of the reasons why I got bullied in this high school, seeing how defensive he got when people spoke about me made me wonder how he really felt about our old friendship.

I turn to face Archer, my pulse was rising. I was beyond angry, he's talking about me as if I'm nothing. That our years of friendship meant nothing.

No, I can't ruin my image. I have to keep this facade.

I slyly pull my bag out from underneath the table so that Archer wouldn't suspect me attempting to scold at him.

I grab my bottle of water out from the bag, before I could take a sip: the bottle of water was snatched from my grip. I gasp, looking at my now empty hand.

There he was beside me, Archer was drinking my water. He exhales before placing the bottle down, his eyes meet mine.

"Thanks for the water, I needed it." He murmurs. I look at him in disbelief, the bottle was now half empty.

I open my mouth to speak but then ended up closing it. There was no use of talking to him, he would just be a waste of my time.

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It was about thirty minutes into the lesson, I was suddenly regretting choosing Economics as a class - everything about it was dull to me.

"Archer. Archer Silva if you do not get up right now I'm afraid I'll have to give you detention." Mrs Potter snaps, I look at Archer - he was sleeping.

His head was casually resting on the hard wooden desk, I didn't even notice him falling asleep.

He flutters his eyes open, rubbing them. He lets out a tired yawn as he looked at Mrs Potter. "It's not my fault your lessons are as dead as --" Archer was going to finish his statement.

"Don't say it!" A classmate gasps in horror.

"As vine." Archer says with a straight face, Mrs Potter looks at him in horror. Wait, what? Oh he just went there.

"Leave this room at an instance, I've had enough of your lack of participation in this lesson."

Archer shrugs his shoulders, slinging his back pack over his arm casually. He looks at me for a second, before I know it, he grabs my water bottle which contained only a tiny bit of water left.

He drinks it all. Every ounce of it.

Archer throws the bottle at me thinking that I would catch it. Which I wasn't going to. Making the empty bottle collide on to my forehead.

The other students in the class snicker, I clench my fists under the table, trying to contain my anger

"That little bitc--" Mrs Potter intrudes my statement sharply, throwing me a stern look.

"Malia! Leave my classroom now, foul words will not be taken lightly." I groan making my way out of the classroom, I find the water addict leaning on a row of lockers.

"Foul words my ass." I mutter to myself, leaning on the locker opposite Archer.

"What ass?" I heard a deep voice comment, Archer is making me lose my temper.

"Are you kidding me? You first annoy me by drinking half of my water and then later you have the audacity to drink the rest of it, later on throwing the empty bottle on to my face." I scold him, I was beyond furious.

Someone needs to volunteer as a tribute to hold my hoops, I was going to fight this boy.

Archer releases a deep chuckle, "Relax, your eyebrows are still there. There's no need to complain." He gestures towards my eyebrows, which were done.

"Just shut up and get out of my damn face."

"Gladly." he smirks. Finally leaving me alone.

A few minutes later, I feel someone pull my arm.

"Here. A water bottle." Archer mutters, placing the water bottle in my hand.