Again.

I'm back here again.

Frankie sighed miserably, sinking down into her seat.

The rusted clock hanging at the top of the board, stuck in time. It was always 4:00 here.

She glared at the busted clock in an almost futile rebellion, as glaring at the current teacher for her unjust detention would probably get her in more trouble.

She didn't do anything this time, or at least not on purpose.

It was an accident.

She didn't mean to knock the principle out cold, she was just trying to return the ball to the field; but admittedly hurdling a football through a crowd without any warning was dangerous.

It didn't help that she panicked and ran away.

She sighed for what felt like fifth time today, she was alone in the room; the teacher typing away at their laptop. She could hear her manicured finger nails clack the keyboard each time, while watching her adjust her bright red glasses whenever they'd fall a bit from the bridge of her nose.

Her hair was in a messy bun today with pens poking through; as usual.

She was a final year student in highschool so she didn't exactly have time to be wasting away in a room.

She needed to go experience the world and be one with nature or something.

She sighed again feeling drained.

"Miss Bennett are you trying to piss me off?"

Mrs. Callahan asked looking up over her glasses to glare at Frankie.

"Whaaat? No."

Mrs. Callahan held Frankie's guilty gaze for a moment before rolling her eyes.

"Get out before I change my mind"

Frankie shot up out of her seat to give Mrs Callahan a fist bump, pleased that the teacher didn't reject the gesture.

"You won't regret this Miss!"

"Yes Yes, just leave so I can have some peace."

She didn't need to be told twice, grabbing her one strap bag and stuffing her feet into her loose shoes Frankie took to the door to see the school was mostly empty. She grinned happy that Mrs Callahan took mercy on her.

She entered into the empty hall, not surprised to see no one was really around. It was after four anyway; the only people still on school would be people with extra curricular activities, which she wasn't one of.

She made her way down the stairs from the empty classrooms usually used as hang out spots or detention rooms. She jumped the last few steps to sprint to the football field in hopes she could catch the last of the practice match they had today.

She wasn't in the football club.

She tensed as she rounded the corner to see a few guys were loitering about. She recognized them from around school but didn't know their names or cared to learn them either. She tightened her hold on her bag her back muscles tense and her stomach flipping. Her usual symptoms coming forward.

while Frankie was just like any other common girl you'd find in a highschool, there was one thing that set her apart. It wasn't her big thick natural hair, short stature or mole spotted face or even her neat attire for her school uniform.

It all started when she was six and stayed at her aunt's place unsupervised. She doesn't quite remember how it happened or what she was even watching, all she knew was that the documentary she watched that night traumatized her deeply. Men were horrible.

Men were vile.

Men were monsters.

She didn't understand how they shared the same label as a species, they weren't human.

From then on what she witnessed scarred her and as she grew the more her hatred for men followed. She'd grow up watching as her Dad accused her mother of cheating when he was really the culprit. She'd watch her older brother steal from the family then try to pin it on her.

Her male ex- friends would lie and physically abuse women just so they'd get what they wanted.

Men made her physically sick. Literally.

Quickly rushing past them she continued to the field.

Her hatred and disgust with men left her with no interests in them whatsoever, as long as you identified as a male she couldn't stomach your existence.

She realised quickly that this meant she would be alone for most of her life as she was attracted to such a vile sex. She tried her hand with women but it never worked out, much to her disappointment that was until her second year of highschool.

She slammed against the railing to stop her sprint, not the least not bothered by the pain, her lips pulling back onto a large smile as she saw the one guy in the entire world that she could never bring herself to hate.

"NATHAN!"

She yelled ontop of her lungs, unbothered by the evil eyes she got from people around her, who came to support the teams practice match. The boy on the field looked up at the sound of his name to smile and wave at her politely. Her face flushed red at his gesture and she watched with heart eyes as he returned to practicing his game.

She didn't know Nathan Holland personally but he was that much of a gentleman to respond to her, however she did meet him once, it was purely by chance, when one of those disgusting human beings known as males tried to talk to her. He kept trying to get her number and no matter how she refused he wouldn't stop. She was getting weaker by the minute having to be around him, she felt the need to puke; until Nathan arrived.

He saved her!

He was so kind and gentle, strong enough to convince the vermin to leave her alone. He didn't resort to violence and he didn't blame her, he simply helped her out of a tricky situation.

She expected him to be like many others, maybe demand some compensation or make some rude comment but he left once he knew she was okay. It's there she felt her heart begin to race at an unnatural speed.

She began to watch him hoping he'd slip up but he proved her wrong each time.

And before she knew it, for the past two years she's developed a full crush on him.

Her reaction might be considered odd or even childish as her friends have said but she didn't care. Nathan fully had her heart and soul.

"Nathans so fucking annoying...."

She flinched and glanced behind her to see the same boys she passed earlier. There were three of them; the tallest one catching her eyes. He glanced at her, his monolid eyes shadowing his already dark, cold and calculating gaze.

"He's got girls falling all over him." His friend continued looking jealous and annoyed, his red hair catching her eyes momentarily. They passed by her going down the steps to go directly to the bleachers.

She gasped quietly, reaching up to stop her gag reflex by covering her mouth. She could smell their usual musky peppermint scent. It was the type of smell that would drive women crazy; she's seen the way her friends almost froth at the mouth for it.

Mm?

She stilled as her stomach suddenly went quiet; was it sweet cinnamon? Chocolate? She wasn't sure what the scent was but it reached her covered nose.

The boys have fully passed her by then, their backs to her. She watched them laugh and push at each other and frowned deeply.

Maybe it was my imagination? Yea... no guy would ever smell like that.

She smiled her attention returning to the game and cheered as Nathan scored the winning goal.

Sigh. He was the only angel on this earth.