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Quick reminder to self; italics
A shrill scream echoed around my cluttered room, forcing me to flee from my delightful dream, fling the covers away and snap your eyes open. Searching wildly, like every morning, I located the alarm clock and smacked the 'off' button. The noise abruptly ceased and I let out a small sigh, yawning halfway through. Ruffling my hair and sitting up, groaning. Jeez, why did school start so early? Of course, you weren't one for early mornings so you picked the school that started the earliest. How smart. You mocked your past self. What an idiot you were for choosing the worst school after assuming it wasn't strict, considering half of your friends had left to go there.
Stealing a glance at your watch, you yawned again. 6 am. You had another hour to go before you left for school which you thanked the gods for considering there was a party last night that you'd thought was a great idea to go to. MISTAKE. Now you harboured a murderous headache that would put your mothers shouting to shame
. Last night was a blur, probably from those new tequila shots the bad had just ordered in. God you regretted it now.
With a pounding headache and a heaving stomach, you made your way to the bathroom to start your routine. Brush your hair, get dressed, eat cereal, brush teeth. It was something you'd kept up for a few years now, it always helped having a routine. Scratching the back of your neck, you frowned as blue flakes fell onto the magazine you were reading at the kitchen table. Mind still cloudy from the intoxication, it took several moments to register. However, as it did register, you pelted towards the bathroom. You hadn't even looked in the mirror while you were brushing your teeth or your hair since you were more worried about hunger. Now that you were staring at your reflection in horror, however, last nights party came back in small pieces.
Shots. Tequila. Beer. Best friends. Sam. Hair dye. Permanent.
As the horror faded, you stared a little longer into the mirror. Hmm. Blue. It wasn't that bad either. Sure, you loved your dark blonde hair but this electric blue was obviously better and obviously went against the school rules! At the latter you grinned wickedly. Whatever you could do to break every rule in the books you accomplished. Anything to piss the teachers off.
After admiring yourself you quickly flung everything into your bag. Damn! You were late again. Only this time, however, you had English which was one of your favourite subjects par the strict teacher who was sure to give you detention. Slamming the door shut after yourself, you locked it in haste. Your pale blue jacket was thin and with the wind blowing fiercely you began to shiver. However, you had asses to question!
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After making your way through the school gates – only half an hour late! – you threw your stuff in your locker, wincing at the rattling sound, and cursed as you'd forgotton your English books. Sam would have to lend hers and, if 7 years of knowing her payed off, she would probably yell out that you'd forgotton them.
Knocking on the English door, you opened the door, closing it behind you. Mumbling an apology to the figure that sat near the desk and made your way over to your seat inbetween Sam and Dean. With a sigh of relief, you sat on the chair next to Sam, grateful Dean wasn't there to tease you. A few students snickered as you walked in but it seemed to silence almost immediately. That was odd. Why wasn't there screams of laughter and people throwing paper areoplanes at each other.
"Miss Ice, I presume" a silky voice echoed. That was not her stern, bald 50-something English teacher. Snapping your head up from your desk, you stared forwards.
"Yeah, who are you?" She carelessly threw back, taking in his appearance.
"Well, miss Ice, as you so politely requested, I'm Mister Hiddleston. Now, I'd like to have a chat outside if you wouldn't mind?" His voice was calm but his request hadn't been a question but a command.
Heaving a sigh, you stood, throwing a glare towards Sam and walked silently over towards the door. Your light blue denim shorts moved stiffly while your floaty lilac t-shirt drifted.
Once you had left the classroom and it's ogling students, you leaned against the door. The least you could do was not make it worse for yourself. Easier said than done, however, as you were not known for holding your tongue or agreeing. The wall beneath you shifted away before you noticed you'd been leaning on the door. The door that swung into the classroom. "Fuck me" you muttered as you fell backwards. Of course, you weren't graceful but something halted your sudden decent and you felt yourself being lifted. Once standing upright, you twirled on the spot to find your English teacher standing there, looking quite bemused. "Hmph. Thanks." You muttered. Now that you were closer to him, you admired his build and looks. He was greatly built, that wasn't your type anyway, but he had looks that could rival with Matt Smith. Mmm, fuck me, you thought to yourself, realising too late you'd said it out loud. Trying to cough to hide it, your hopes fell as you saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Shit. Smirking sheepishly, you glanced away. "What was it that you wanted me for, sir?" You asked, surprised you were polite. You never said sir. It seemed to snap him out of his shocked gaze and he cleared his throat before speaking. "Yes, um, miss Ice, you've came in half way trough my lesson so I guess you'll have to repeat it after school. I'd also prefer it if you washed the colour out of your hair, too" he announced, not sounding particularly confident. "Uh, yeah whatever but I've already got a double detention for maths." You were actually proud. You could get out of his detention.
"Well then, it seems you'll be spending it with me, Miss Ice.."