Tuesday.

I walked into my first class of the day, and according to my timetable, it was maths. I hate maths. It is easily the worst subject in history. Why the fuck do I have to find math's ex, like come on man, she's gone. Move on.

I am going to quit general math. There is literally no point of this, we learn about absolute shit that no body will ever use in their life. Anyway they dont even teach us the real important stuff, like how I manage to have fifteen boys on Snapchat who all 'say' they love me, yet somehow I'm still single. Come on maths, work that one out!

I walked into my class and looked around, silently hoping that someone would invite me to sit with them. However, I had no luck, when they all just stared at me with wide eyes. What never seen a private school girl out in the wild?

Okay, that was the other thing, I was new from a high class, but bitchy private school. Yes, the type with summer and winter uniforms, the one where my parents would have to pay 20K a year for me to get bullied and assulted every goddamn day of my life I spent in the shithole. So now I am here. In a cramped, busy, public school. Honestly it's kinda my vibe, from what I have observed, nobody is going to pin me against a wall and scream out how "fucked up" I am. Who knows, maybe I could actually fit in here.

"You're the new student? Right?"

I looked up and noticed that my new math teacher was talking to me. He was a rather taller looking man with short curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looked down at me smiling.

"Uh yeah," I smiled back at him, "I'm Y/N, and I'm new." I said, avoiding eye contact with the taller man.

"Right... Uhhhhhh... Yep, Ive got you down right here." He smiled at me once again before his eyes trailed off to the rest of the class. "I'm not going to make you introduce yourself to the class because that is embarrassing so just take a seat."

Great.

I looked around the classroom for possible places to sit. Many people in the class have not turned up yet, however the ones who have just stared at me like I forgot to put on my uniform or something.

I tightly and hesitantly gripped my school books and laptop in my arms, my teacher beginning to look at me impatiently. I knew that he wanted to start the class, I sighed looking around for any empty seat, praying that nobody would be mad at me for sitting in their spot.

Suddenly a familiar face walked through the door and I smiled.

"Omg Y/N! Come sit with me!" She exclaimed. I was so happy to see that my old friend On-Jo was in my class.

"Thank you so much." I whispered as I took a seat next to her in the front row. I felt more relaxed being next to an old friend. What were the chances?

"So since when do you go here, last time I checked, you were at that private school."

I physically cringed at the mentioning of my old school. It's not like I couldn't talk about it or anything, it's just that I would rather forget that I ever attended there.

"Uh yeah, didn't work out." I stuttered.

On-Jo smiled at me and began taking out her books and preparing for class to begin. I did the same, but then the door was open, and a particular, tall boy with cold brown eyes and a messy mullet walks through the door, captivating my gaze.

Wow. I thought to myself. Just wow. He was fucking gorgeous. The bone structure. The hair. The... fuck he has really nice hands. My mind briefly drifted away thinking about what they could do, before snapping back as On-Jo noticed that I was staring at this mysterious boy who just walked through the door, and looked at me.

"Wanna know his name?" She smiled.

"Yeah," I blushed, however I was cut off when he walked past me stopping in front of my desk smiling at me and saying hi before he made his way over to his desk, a few seats over.

"Holy shit." On-Jo whispered.

"What?" I ask.

"Gwinam just smiled at you."

"So?" I replied, trying to play it cool, replaying his name over and over again in my head. Cringing at the thought of it being the same as my 70 year old grandfather.

"He's like so scary. The bully. He scares me." She said, and we both looked over at the mullet boy talking to two other boys he was sitting with. "I heard that just a few months ago he bullied some girl into trying to kill herself! I mean she's moved schools now, and the school is doing an investigation about it but still...." She trailed off looking at me in the eyes.

"Oh." I said, being cut off by the teacher, who was announcing that he was about to start the class.

I sighed looking down at my desk. I mean Gwinam is so hot, yet maybe he is a bad guy.