Unclaimed Love, E.J Belle [manga ereader TXT] 📗

the narrow staircase in the main reception that led to the library in the hallway.

"Heya Sarah." I greeted her as she stopped running in front of me. One thing you should know about Sarah she is a pretty girl but she could also be a bit of a drama queen at times.

 

She was prettier than me; to be honest anyone is prettier than me. She had long light blonde hair that sat on her waist but for today it had been tied back in a tight ponytail, she had emerald light green eyes, pale skin but not as pale as mine and she was five foot seven. She wore a red dress that covered her arms and stopped mid length, a pair of black leggings and a pair of black boots. I on the other hand, wasn't as pretty as her, I had light sapphire blue eyes which I had inherited from my father, I had pale skin, dark brown hair that rested on my back unlike my mother, her hair rested on her shoulders. I was also taller than Sarah: I was five foot eight.

 

"How are you buddy? Did you enjoy last night?" She asked me while smiling at me showing off her pearly white teeth.

"Yes I did, did you? I hope you had a great birthday." I answered politely.

 

"Yeah I did, it was great fun having you over at my house last night. I just wish it wasn't Monday again." She responded.

"I know I hate Mondays. We better get to class before our teacher gets there first." I exclaimed.

 

"You mean Mrs. Ferguson who tells us to call her Britney." She half-joked before giggling.

 

I nodded before we made our way up towards the D floor and made our way towards D twelve and thankfully our teacher hadn't had arrived yet so we just decided to sit outside the class and sit on the ground beside each other.

 

"Where are we after this class?" I inquired.

 

Sarah quickly un-zipped her light purple bag that she used as a college bag and got out her timetable and rolled up her eyes.

"What?" I asked.

 

"We have maths after this." She stated.

 

"Oh right." I answered understanding why she was annoyed about that.

 

It was because we had both not got our level two in maths so we had to do maths and recently the maths teacher had not been showing up to teach us probably because she had been off sick.

 

Once Mrs. Ferguson had arrived ten minutes before 9.30 am we walked into class, it was a decent-sized class, and there were enough tables for the amount of students that were actually doing the course. I sat at the back row on the left- hand side so I was next to one of the windows.

 

Sarah sat beside me on my right giving me a warm smile; I loved her so much she was such a good friend. I could tell her anything without being backstabbed or anything like that.

 

We both disliked people like that: they were so bitchy. We had been friends since school. As more people arrived I couldn't help but notice the popular people arrive. One of them was called Hayley-Taylor Johnston. She was the most popular girl in the class.

 

She was rich, her hair was naturally blonde but she had recently dyed it to a strawberry blonde, it sat down on her waist but it was always seen tied back in a plat, a ponytail or a fancy bun. Today she had it tied back in a tight fancy bun; she had hazel brown eyes, ivory tan skin and she stood at the height of five foot ten so yeah she was very tall. She was eighteen years old and before you ask no she wasn't a virgin. How do I know this? There was a rumor a few months ago that she had lost her virginity to her boyfriend called Thomas Hilton who was one of the popular guys that had been studying performing arts in the college but one day he had stopped contacting her or she had found him cheating on her and he had left her for another woman. I don't know if the rumor is true or not since I don't really listen to gossip unlike Sarah she likes a good gossip sometimes. If the rumor is true I don't know whether or not to feel sorry for her or not considering the fact that she bullied me when I attended school.

 

I on the other hand was in fact a virgin still not like I really cared or not. Was it really a big deal? I sighed trying to think of something else. Since I had a secret that I couldn't tell anyone, not even Sarah. I read erotic books and I didn't care less I often wondered what making love was like. I shook my head trying to rid myself of such thoughts.

 

I couldn't help but notice what Hayley was wearing, it was a black strapless dress that stopped at her mid thigh, a pair of black tights that had patterns of butterflies on them, a pair of black boots that stopped halfway up her long legs, and a dark green long-sleeved cardigan to keep her warm from the cold I assumed.

 

Okay so she probably wasn't the class slut like she used to be in school. However, there were some popular women in the class that were friends with Hayley and believe me they did dress for summer in a sluttish way despite the fact it was winter.

They all sat in the middle row normally some of them would sit at the back row but strangely they didn't come over and complain to us about sitting at the back row.

 

"Now everyone today I want you to pick a topic to write for your portfolio." Mrs. Ferguson explained.

I watched as Hayley put her hand up before I could and asked the teacher if she could write it on about Fifty Shades of Grey. I rolled up my eyes really why couldn't she have chosen a wondrous book instead of that crappy book? I haven't read the book but I had heard that it had been badly written.

 

"What are you going to do your portfolio on babe?" Sarah whispered to me.

 

"You two at the back zip it!" Mrs. Ferguson snapped.

 

It wasn't long until I noticed Hayley smirking at us. Really what is her problem? I thought as I took out my notepad from my bag and a pen before writing a short poem in it.

 

I put my hand up asking the teacher if I could write it on 'Wuthering Heights.' I may have liked reading erotic books but I still thought that there were better books than Fifty Shades of Grey but in fairness I guessed it was better than Twilight anything was better than Twilight. After all vampires do not sparkle.

 

The teacher agreed and before I knew it was time for maths. We both waited for the popular people to go first because we both knew that if we even attempted to go before them they would just be bitchy to us and there would be consequences, Hayley and her bunch of friends would make sure of that by accusing us of something and then we would both get into trouble.

 

As we wandered out of the class and made our way down to the B floor to B seven we entered the class and sat in the middle row this time because Hayley and her friends had arrived at the class before us and were sitting at the back row. Now before you ask, no we weren't scared of them, they were just really bitchy and it was a mystery to us.

 

Sarah and I once again sat beside each other, and as we waited patiently for the teacher to arrive I was about to get out my notepad once again only to feel something like a piece of paper hit my head. I noticed that it had landed on the classroom floor beside my desk and like any decent person I picked it up and reckoned that perhaps there was something that had been written on it. It had been crunched up into a ball and as I un-wrapped it I felt my eyes widen at the message on it. The writing was messy, it had clearly been written by one of the boy's in the classroom but I couldn't help but wonder if one of the girls had told them to write it.

 

"Watch yourself missy or else I will make sure that will be the last time you and your little friend will be sitting at the back row." This was indeed a warning or in other words a threat. What have I ever done to them? I shook my head trying to clear my head and fold the piece of paper neatly before getting up off my seat and walk towards one of the bins that was next to the teacher's desk up at the front of the classroom and put the piece of paper into the bin.

 

I honestly hated messages like that, I was here to enjoy the course not to let anyone bother me but then again I couldn't complain even if I wanted to because the teachers would only say that I was paranoid.

Honestly when will: this bullying stop? Probably: never. Sometimes I see some of the popular people in the class whisper when I am near them. It's so impudent in my opinion you would think they would know better than that.

 

As I sat down in my seat again beside Sarah I was surprised to see Mr. Barkley turn up to teach the class apologising for being late.

My eyes scanned what he was wearing; he wore a dark navy blue suit, a light blue long-sleeved shirt, a pair of dark rusty brown coloured trousers and a pair of light brown shoes to match his light brown short hair. He was a man in his early forties. He had dark green eyes and was okay with his students but I can say this if he was in a bad mood you wouldn't want to cross him.

 

"Morning class." He greeted us in his deep voice that was kind of raspy for some odd reason today.

 

"Morning Mr. Barkley." We all greeted him back.

 

"Did you hear about Hayley?" Sarah whispered only to be interrupted by the teacher.

 

"Miss Emerson if you have something to say would you mind sharing it with the class?" Mr. Barkley had ways of pissing her off.

 

"No Mr. Barkley I have nothing to share with the class." She said trying her best not to sound sarcastic.

 

As I did my best to focus on the lesson, we were all given a page of sums that started off easy and eventually became harder.

 

"Hayley and Thomas have gotten back together." She whispered again.

 

"Good for them." I whispered back.

 

In all honesty I didn't care about other people's personal love lives, it wasn't any of my business and it wasn't any of Sarah's business anyway. I desperately wanted to tell her that I didn't care but then again she is my friend and I didn't want to seem rude.

 

Just when Sarah was about to speak again Mr. Barkley spoke again to her this time a bit too harshly I feared.

 

"Miss Emerson from now on I want you to sit beside Mr. Renferson I can see you are too much of a chatterbox beside Miss Jenkins over there. Move now please." He said in a voice that said ' don't make me repeat myself again.' I could tell Sarah didn't like this one bit because Connor Renferson was the college player, he had always been a player during school. Any girl who was foolish enough to go out with him always got their heartbroken in return.

 

He was the same age as me, dark brown short hair with a few spikes at the front, light emerald green eyes, real tan skin and to most girls he was cute for his age. To Sarah he was