#1st mock up we're SO PROUD

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ to celebrate Arabella’s first podium, our favourite group of drivers go out to dinner which makes some rumours to born

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 31st march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ alcohol consumption so carlando being dumb drunks and charles and arabella being a little horny

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ the rumors began so a little drama but this is nothing, things will get crazy soon tho.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90

• — need for speed’s masterlist

HER hair bathed in champagne began to wet her red jumpsuit, she made a disgusted face. She felt uncomfortable being soaked in the liquid gold but it was worth it. Her first podium in Formula One!

She sighed contently as she walked towards her room with Elvira and James, her pr agent’s assistant, behind her. A bottle of champagne was in her left hand and her phone was pressed against her ear in her right one. A smile covered her lips as she spoke to her parents “¡Enhorabuena, cariño! Lo has hecho muy bien.” Congratulations, darling! You have done it very well.

“Gracias”Her eyes became bright for a moment, she swallowed, preventing more tears from falling. She missed them “I have to go, I have to go change. I still have a few things to do and then we're going to go have dinner and celebrate” Thanks.

“Don't drink too much, eh” Her father's voice sounded amused and mocking, she rolled her eyes but still had a smile on her face.

“Mhmm” She opened her eyes exaggeratedly as she brought the bottle of champagne to her lips.

“The next one is in China, right?” She swallowed the alcohol and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked at her publicist curious about when a cameraman began to walk next to her recording her, Elvira denied, quickening her pace to get closer to her.

“Netflix” The black haired woman whispered in her ear, making her nod and raise her thumb, still clutching the neck of the champagne bottle.

“Eh, yes, mom” She arrived at the motorhome and after smiling at the entire team, who applauded as soon as they saw her, she headed to her driver’s room “I'll be there on May 1st. You're going to see the race, right?”.

"Of course!" She heard her father's exclamation behind her mother's voice.

“Your brother will also be here, maybe we can celebrate his birthday together” She stopped listening to her mother when she opened the door to her room and met her teammate, who soon hit his lips to hers. Her phone fell to the floor from shock.

She tangled her hands in the boy's hair, letting herself go until she realized the situation. She widened her eyes again before she pushed him lightly and quickly closed the door. She bent down to pick up the phone “Hey, yeah, okay, I have to go, mamá. Te quiero, adiós” I love you, bye.

And with that she hung up on her call before locking the door and addressing the boy who was looking at her with an innocent smile on his face.

"What are you doing?!" She looked at him as if two more heads had grown out of him and he laughed approaching her again, this time cornering her against the door. She denied "Charles, someone may come look for me sometime."

He brushed the wet locks from her face and looked at her adoringly, giving her a small smile “I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you.”

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

"I'm sorry," She murmured against the red, champagne-soaked material of his chest. She hid her face even more in his chest when she felt him sigh and caress her hair "I'm sorry for not having talked things over with you before, but it's very difficult for me to talk about my feelings sometimes and when I get angry, I don't think. I’m so sorry”

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

She nodded still with her face hidden in his chest and her arms around her body. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, they could hear each other's breathing, also a distant murmur behind the door.

“Not to interrupt, but aren't you going to give third place a kiss?” The comfortable silence was interrupted by the boy earning a laugh from the girl, Charles smiled watching her laugh in her arms.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

“A podium is something important” He continued with his work of tickling her until his victim began to give in, asking him to stop. One of his hands rested on the wooden door at the height of her head while the other clung to her hip as if she would disappear at any moment.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

The named man smiled widely before raising the hand that was hugging her hip to herjaw and drawing her face to his. In a second his lips had taken over hers and they were both fighting for first place as if they were in a race. He pressed himself closer to her, pressing her even more against her door which drew a moan from her throat, he smiled into the kiss.

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

"I'm sorry," She murmured against the red, champagne-soaked material of his chest. She hid her face even more in his chest when she felt him sigh and caress her hair "I'm sorry for not having talked things over with you before, but it's very difficult for me to talk about my feelings sometimes and when I get angry, I don't think. I’m so sorry”

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

She nodded still with her face hidden in his chest and her arms around her body. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, they could hear each other's breathing, also a distant murmur behind the door.

“Not to interrupt, but aren't you going to give third place a kiss?” The comfortable silence was interrupted by the boy earning a laugh from the girl, Charles smiled watching her laugh in her arms.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

“A podium is something important” He continued with his work of tickling her until his victim began to give in, asking him to stop. One of his hands rested on the wooden door at the height of her head while the other clung to her hip as if she would disappear at any moment.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

The named man smiled widely before raising the hand that was hugging her hip to herjaw and drawing her face to his. In a second his lips had taken over hers and they were both fighting for first place as if they were in a race. He pressed himself closer to her, pressing her even more against her door which drew a moan from her throat, he smiled into the kiss.

He smiled into the kiss causing her to tangle her hands in the hairs growing on his neck and tug on them in response. This time he moaned.

He released her jaw and moved to her thighs where he grabbed onto her to force her to jump and entwine her legs around his hips. He walked to the red sofa and sat with her on top of it. His hands were back again on her hips to hold her and also to assure himself that what was happening was not a dream.

And it wasn't, although an alarm brought them back to reality.

Arabella broke the kiss as soon as she heard the noise, earning a moan of protest from her lover. She looked over her shoulder at the phone she had left on the table on the wall where the door was. She glanced at the watch she wore on her wrist and swore as she stood up from her very comfortable seat.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit” She went to the phone almost running and closed her eyes tightly when she saw the name of her manager on the screen. Picking the call up as she walked across the room, clearing her throat before accepting the call and placing the technological device between her ear and her shoulder “Si?” Yes?.

“¿Por qué tardas tanto? Tienes entrevistas, Bells” The blonde's worried voice quickly entered his ear. She opened the first drawer of the chest of drawers that held the television and began looking for new underwear. Why are you taking so long? You have interviews.

“Si, eh, he tenido que echarme una mini siesta, ya sabes como me pongo cuando bebo champagne” She chuckled, trying to sell the lie. Hands entered her field of vision, she frowned as she saw Charles's hand snooping through her underwear. She slapped him and heard him complain so she wanted to laugh but she was too busy trying to save her own ass. Yeah, uh, I had to take a mini nap, you know how I get when I drink champagne

"Te dije que no bebieras tanto champagne, eso es una mierda” I told you not to drink so much champagne, that's bullshit. She rolled her eyes, closing the drawer, and headed to the bathroom with Charles behind her. She took some towels and placed them near the shower door. "En fin, ya nos emborracharemos como se debe luego. Tienes que estar aquí en menos de diez minutos, B” Well, we'll get properly drunk later. You have to be here in less than ten minutes, B.”

“Okay, adiós, te quiero” Bye, I love you.

“¡Diez mini…!” She cut off the call before taking her hands to the zipper of her jumpsuit to pull it down but she remembered one thing, freezing her movements. She raised an eyebrow, slowly raising her head, meeting a smiling and expectant Charles. Ten minutes...!

“What?”.

“Nothing”.

“You want to get in the shower with me, right?” His green eyes, lighter than hers, lit up and he quickly brought his hands to the neck of his fireproof shirt. The girl’s eyes widened and she raised both hands. “Hey, hey! No, don't even think about it”.

He immediately stopped and, as his hands slowly released themselves from the long neck of his shirt, his brow furrowed. He looked at her worried "I haven't made you uncomfortable, have I? God, forgive me, chérie. I'm still a little drunk”.

She smiled, thinking it was cute that how he cared about her emotional comfort. She took off her shirt revealing her red sports bra and threw it at his face“Another day, Leclerc.”

Removing the shirt from his face he looked at her with his mouth slightly open, a blush quickly making its way to his cheeks as his eyes collided with her full chest. He quickly looked up into her eyes, fighting to keep his gaze there. Arabella wanted to laugh but she held back the laugh that threatened to come out of her throat.

“W-well, I'm leaving” Even with the champagne-soaked shirt in his hands and without stopping looking into her eyes, he was really having a hard time resisting “They'll be looking for me so...”.

"Mmh, see you later" She raised her hand and waved it from side to side in a dismissal before he turned around and crash into the door. The laugh didn't take long to come out of her, although it was camouflaged when she put both hands to her mouth "Oh, God! Are you OK?”.

"Eh, yes, yes" He sighed, massaging her forehead, his face was definitely just as red as the overalls they were both wearing. So fucking awkward, Charles he scolded himself. He put his hand on the knob and opened the door to get out of there as quickly as he could, but not before murmuring a goodbye.

Once alone, Arabella laughed.

“¡ENANA, que has quedado segunda!" She laughed when Carlos's arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her slightly off the ground while he made them spin around. She patted his arm as she laughed. Short one/dwarf, you finished second

"Para, para que sino vomito" She said between laughs and the black-haired man stopped, hugged her tightly before leaving her on the ground. Stop, stop, otherwise I'll throw up.

“Se te ven las bragas, niña”He whispered to he even though he said it spanish. She looked at him in panic before rushing to grab the end of her black dress and pull it down. Sainz stood in front of her trying to block the view of her doing it. Your panties are showing, kid.

“¿Y por culpa de quien, eh?” She glared at him to which he snorted, turning away from her once her wardrobe was properly placed. And who’s fault is that, eh?.

“Speaking in a language that the rest of us don't understand is a very rude thing to do” The only australian complained, approaching them to greet her and she smiled accepting the kiss on her cheek.

Carlos crossed his arms. "You're jealous because we all speak your language, there's nothing special about you."

Ricciardo stuck out his tongue at the other spaniard while Lando let out a moan, letting his head fall against the armrest of the couch where he and George were sitting "Can we go now? I'm hungry”.

Most of the young drivers were waiting at the hotel reception, where they had arranged to go to a famous restaurant in the area to have dinner together in celebration of the fact that both members of the Ferrari team had reached the podium –in reality, that was an excuse so they can spend time together outside of work.

“Max and Charles aren’t here yet” Pierre spoke without raising his gaze from his phone where he was liking photos on instagram “Max was almost ready, I don't know what’s taking him so long”

“Did Charles have much left to do?” All eyes fell on her at Lando's question.

“I don't know, I haven't seen him since we returned to the hotel” She shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

“Bells” Gasly caught her attention, making her gaze turn to him. He looked at her with both eyebrows raised and a mischievous smile. “Are you going to come party with me after dinner?”.

She opened her mouth but quickly closed it when a ting sounded indicating that the elevator doors had opened. Lando raised both hands toward the sky as he murmured a "Thank you" so she knew the last two pilots had arrived. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous, it was the first time they were going out in public since whatever was going on between them had started and she was afraid that if they drank too much they might not be able to hide it.

“It was time” Norris got up from the couch when they approached the group “What were you doing up there? We've been waiting for years”.

His teammate laughed next to him. “You’re exaggerating.”

She felt a hand on her arm and smiled when she saw the Dutchman's blue eyes, who looked at her mockingly "Congratulations on taking my position."

“Hey, I just did my job” She raised both hands in a sign of innocence and he laughed in agreement.

Gasly clapped, drawing everyone's attention “Okay, let's go, the faster we go, the faster we can go to the club."

“No one wants to party, Pierre” The long-legged brit complained when the frenchman slapped him on the shoulder.

“You will see, man!” And with that he began to walk towards the exit of the hotel, forcing him to go with him while they both discussed whether or not to party after dinner.

Instinctively they stood in pairs as they left the hotel, laughing. Of course, she stayed with Charles behind everyone.

“You look beautiful” She heard his voice next to her, she raised her head to look at him because although she was wearing heels he was still taller than her. He had gotten closer to her, so close that their shoulders were touching with every step they took.

“Thank you. You look handsome too, Leclerc” She looked him up and down, observing her clothing. He was wearing a black sweater with two leather straps that wrapped around each arm, some black skinny jeans, and some vans that matched the jacket he had hanging on his arm. His neck was decorated with necklaces and on his hands were the rings that he always wore along with the bracelets. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary but he still looked gorgeous, the black made his green eyes stand out even more if that was possible.

Without warning he put his free arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her temple, surprising her. She looked at him confused, receiving a smile from her in response.

"Relax" He murmured in her ear and she felt her knees tremble, he was playing with fire.

"You all have the address right?" George asked when everyone was in front of the cars. He surveyed them all with his big blue eyes and smiled when they all nodded “Okay, let's go then.”

“Why is he like a father in an airport?” The curly-haired one laughed at his own question being pushed by Russel “Oi!”

They both started fighting like small children to which some began to watch the fight with interest while others rolled their eyes with regret.

“Come oooon”The youngest of the McLaren drivers dragged the 'o' complaining “I'm so hungry”.

"Let’s go then" His teammate gave him a little push and they both got into the black McLaren.

Arabella got rid of Charles's grip and approached the red Ferrari that stood out among the other cars. She opened the passenger door "You're driving."

"Yes, ma'am" He gave her a military salute, approaching her to help her get into the car, but before he could do so, she had already closed the door. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips when he saw her batting her eyelashes behind the window. He began to walk around the car while sighing "Forza Charles, forza."

He was trying so hard to not kiss her in front of their friends, he was really trying but he didn't know how much he was going to be able to last. He felt sorry for himself. Once inside the car he looked at her while the car started. Was it really that being sitting next to him who looked like an excited little girl when the car roared was who made him lose sleep, the desire to eat and, sometimes, the breathing?.

She looked at him with a smile from ear to ear, her eyes shining making her look like the happiest little girl in the world as she heard the engine roar "It's incredible, right?"

Yes, she was and she was worth it.

"AND he said so calmly nothing, just an inchident on the race!" Max's scratchy voice sounded strangely high-pitched thanks to the alcohol he had ingested. The whole table began to laugh at the iconic story of fourteen-year-olds Verstappen and Leclerc.

"It wasn't my problem that you got so angry!" The other involved exclaimed in response, his right hand occupied with a glass of wine while the left was clinging to his teammate's thigh.

"The best of all? The interviewer's strong breathing when he runs for Charles” Lando began to imitate the man's breath by closing his fist by creating a microphone and bringing him closer to Carlos' face “Charles, what happened with, eh, Max?.”

Everyone laughed again and Arabella thanked that the restaurant was almost empty because she didn't want to be scolded. She plunged her spoon into the chocolate brownie and brought it into her mouth, being aware of the look of the Monegasque next to her.

She looked at him squinting her eyes and he left his glass of wine to take a napkin and wipe her face with it.

"You've stained yourself with the syrup" He murmured, releasing her thigh to grab her jaw and be able to get closer to her.

In front of them, Carlos stretched his lips suspiciously. He watched as he grabbed her and how she let herself be guided by him, he saw how he didn’t look away from her lips and how she took the opportunity to analyze his face.

Friends don't look at each other like that.

He opened his eyes wide before moving from one side to the other without knowing what to do, without thinking too much more he elbowed the curly-haired briton who complained.

"Hey, you hurted...”

"Look" He quickly silenced him, pointing out with all the dissimulaty he could towards the couple, thank goodness the others were the same or more drunk than them and they didn't realize it.

Lando opened his mouth and a sharp squeal began to come out of his throat causing Carlos to have to cover his mouth with his hands.

"Shhh" His jaw almost dislocated with the force that silenced him "No one can find out that Charles is the boy Bella likes”

The young man nodded and little by little the spaniard let him go. He pulled the sleeve of the black-haired man's shirt “Carlos, Carlos”.

"What?"

"I think Charles also likes Arabella." He approached him so that they could talk between whispers, both without stopping looking at their friends who had already separated but now spoke to each other in murmurs.

Sainz's thick eyebrows approached each other when he frowned “Yes, you're right. Do you think they already fucked?”.

Lando didn't take long to respond “It looks like it”.

"Well, so who's coming to party?" Pierre applauded again, drawing the attention of others. The drivers of the team of the color of the papaya jumped in their place, scared by the sound “They have told me about a great nightclub that is only two blocks from here”

"You’re so annoying" George ran a hand through his hair as he absorbed the cocktail he had ordered.

"Hey, I just want us to do things together!" He pointed out, offended by his words, he made a pout. "Is it so terrible to go partying and have a good time all together?".

Arabella gave him a sad smile “Sorry, P. I'm very tired and drunk, I think I'll go back to the hotel”

"I'll take her, I'm not so drunk so I can watch that she doesn't do anything crazy." Charles ran his arm through the back of the girl's chair as he took the last sip of his wine.

Lando and Carlos shared glances. The eldest raised both hands, joining the index finger and thumb creating a circle before penetrating it several times with the index finger of the other hand. Immediately Norris' scandalous laughter, which his teammate’s soon joined, began to be heard all over the table.

Pierre sighed sadly “I guess they won't go either”.

The australian placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile as he winked at him “Don't worry. I'll go with you, mate.”

"We will also go" Verstappen pointed to himself and to George who nodded with regret.

"Something is something." The light and illusion returned to Gasly's face.

Soon the group left the restaurant and, after saying goodbye, they separated. Half walked to the nightclub and the other half began to go to the cars to return to the hotel.

Charles placed his left hand on his waist and with the other he held his forehead, he looked at his teammate pointing to the other two drunks with his eyes “We will have to ask for a car to take them.”

"A taxi?" She leaned on the Ferrari because her feet didn't give more of themselves, the heels were killing her. She took her phone out of her bag to look for the taxi company's number.

"I'll ask at the restaurant if they can call one, stay with them" She nodded, watching him move away from them. She looked at the fools she called friends, both were leaning on each other standing, laughing at things that murmured to each other.

She smiled funny when Lando laughed/screamed. Really, she loved his laughter, it was so peculiar.

She searched on her bag for the package of chewing gum that she always made sure to carry in her bag when she went out to party. She agitated it, attracting the attention of both boys "Do you want one?".

"Yes, yes, yes" They hurried to approach her with their hands outstretched. She laughed, it seemed that she was offering them their last meal when in fact they were two mint chewing gum.

"So yummy" Carlos moaned when he chewed it and Lando nodded, agreeing with him.

She did nothing but shake her head before putting one in her mouth. She shried and cursed for not having taken a jacket or at least having put on a dress that covers her more. A couple of minutes later, Charles was already walking towards them.

"There was one nearby" He informed her once that he was in front of her. "It will take about five minutes at most.

"That's great," she smiled tired and hugged herself, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy.

"Are you cold?" She thought about refusing but who she was going to deceive, she nodded and he quickly tantled his fingers on the edge of his sweater so he could take it off. She opened her mouth to be able to stop him when she saw that he had a short-sleeved T-shirt underneath but he denied seeing her intentions “I'm feeling hot because of the wine, and now we're going to get into the car”.

"What about your jacket?" She accepted the sweater and then he spread it out to put it on, immediately feeling much better. She sighed delighted when she smelled his cologne.

"I left it to Pierre, when they leave the disco it will be much later and it will be colder" He shrugged trying not to be affected by seeing her in his clothes. He turned his eyes to the two drunks who looked at them expectantly as they held their hands together, he raised an eyebrow and they quickly turned around as if they were talking about something else.

Not long after, one of the restaurant's security guards helped them take their friends to the car that had just arrived. Charles took care of explaining to the taxi driver where the hotel was or that he could follow him if he wanted while Arabella took care of fastening the boys' belts.

"Thank you, mom” The briton smiled with his eyes closed and she laughed caressing his hair before closing the door.

"Ready?" She held out her hand to Charles and he accepted it, nodding. They walked hand in hand the few meters that were from the taxi to the Ferrari, without thinking that maybe that small gesture would bring them consequences.

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f1gossipgirl Charles and Arabella going out hand in hand at the Downtown Theater restaurant in Manama, Bahrain where they had dinner with other drivers. A fan who was having dinner with her parents there published a tiktok in which you can see both Ferrari drivers being very affectionate with each other, has love arisen in Formula One?

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username1 i wish i was her

⤷ username2 god mood

username3 LMAOOOO we could see it coming

⤷ username4 ??

⤷ username3 is a woman among so many men, it was obvious that something was going to happen with some of them

⤷ username5 That's why they shouldn't have let her into Formula One, now it's a joke.

username6 Nor does it have to be that they are together, they are teammates at least they must be friends and if you pay attention you can see that her relationship with the others is like that, she is very affectionate.

⤷ username7 true, she is always hugging Carlos and holding hands with him

username8 Normalize that women and men can be friends without there being anything romantic between them

username9 I ship them, would they be charbella or chella?

⤷ username10 chella as coachella? HAHAHAHAHA

⤷ username11 Charbella is much better

⤷ username5 I shipped her with Lewis

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1ST MOCK UP OF OUR ZINE!!

Received it yesterday (and ahem.. forgot to update it here for sure lol). It is still not final yet, we still need to adjust and change some detail as we want it to be perfect and nice. But man... we are sooooo PROUD with the outcome!! It looks nice already! AHHH really can’t wait to have the copy of final version on our hand!  Hope you are all feel the same too! We will keep you updated with it!

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CHAPTER 1

~Lexi in the picture~

No one ever moves to my small town and definatly not in the middle of the semester. But today more than a few large moving trucks passed my house, and still coming. Finally, when I was becoming curious the line ended with a black range rover Evoque pulling a trailer. Even in the early musky light I could see the horses inside. The horses looked restless as they neared their new home, a mansion sorownded by woods and rolling hills, perfect for holding any animals, just a couple blocks over from our home-

Was for sale no longer, it was massive all 3 stories plus it's basement and attic. Our town Greenville county. Not many people new about this place, only few lived here, and most lived in the next town over or online. The closest place to us is a small city, it's biggest market being Wal-Mart, what would it matter with one more family being in it?

Besides not like I would be greeted if they did have a kid my age. Might just be a couple who wanted to live in a small town to show of their stacks of cash. I mentally rolled my eyes and slipped on a pair of my sweatpants. I wouldn't want to talk to a new kid anyways-

"Alexandra get your ass down here now! we're starving just because you feel like sleeping in!"

I flinched at my fathers voice and squeaked audibly, even though he couldn't here it, I know he didn't expect me to reply since I never did...

But that ment I have 20 seconds to get down there depending on his mood, so I grabbed my shoes and my bag filled with my school supplies and stumble down the stairs. When I stepped into the kitchen I was greeted with a mutual sting on the right side of my face.

"Your late" he growled

I squinted and nodded my head firmly trying not to show fear because for some reason this sick bastard enjoyed it. Lightly touching my cheek with my cold fingers in hope to cool it down, it didn't help at all. I threw my stuff out onto the chair my bag was sitting on and glanced at my sister caking her naturally beautiful face in makeup, sitting expectantly at the kitchen table hardly looking my way before answering my un-asked question "eggs and yogurt" she scowled quickly at me with her pale white face. I looked at her again as I got out the eggs. She sighed "runny, like always" she blinked her big puffy eyes in the tiny mirror she held in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and fluffed it up. She had a perfect body that teanage guys love, and showed it of too much, but she didn't seem to mind. I fixed it exactly like she liked it placing a cup of yogurt in front of her, only 80 calories of cource, while I cooked the eggs. I made another for me, two for father and one for mother; I could hear her in the shower, I put them all on a plate, getting the 4 pieces of toast and two glasses of orange juice for my parents. I took the plate for father and gave it to him, and as usual my thanks is a slap to the face and a knee to the stomach. His eyes swarmed with anger just like a tornado. I placed mother's on the empty place at the table, along with two glasses. I ate mine quickly, hardly chewing and went into the living room to put on my tennis shoes. I pushed my long chocolate brown hair behind my ears and tied my shoes, I flicked my hair back as I stood my eyes practically the same colour as my hair, the same brown eyes my sister has. Although I didn't cover my eyelashes with mascara only a little (something my mother made me do). I reached in my bag, for my iPod. When I found it, I plugged it in my ears filling with a sweet melody. Putting the MP3 player in my pocket. I slung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out the door. Walking to and from school was my favourite part of the day, since Leah wouldn't bother giving me a ride; although I knew she would never give me one. She didn't want everyone at school knowing she was related to me. Even though half the school already knew. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool air nipping slightly at my face, indicating the coming winter. The falling snow, the Christmas trees, the cool weather...... I loved it all.

When the loud voices and blaring horns interrupted my music I knew I was at school. I looked up to see Leah and her boyfriend Samuel making out against her car. I scowled and walked past them briskly, taking out my earphones and placing them back into my bag. I walked up to my locker and slowly opened it. As I switched out my morning routine and afternoon notebooks, I heard a shoulder connect with the locker next to mine. I looked up to see Samuel smirking down at me. The top of his hair spiked up in grease . I blinked, confused to why he was here, looking as if he wanted to talk to me. Not that I would answer.

I closed my locker door and put my bag over my shoulder again beginning to turn away Samuel grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip to stop me. I winced and froze in place.

"Aren't you going to say hit me?"

He asked in a mocking voice. I wanted to rip my arm from his grasp, but I was scared he would do much worse.

I shook my head and closed my eyes but they flew open as he pushed me against the lockers, releasing my arm from his grip and instead placing it just above my head. His other arm held my waist, trapping me in. My heart hammered in my throat, fear gripping me in its tight claws. His eyes hungrily searched my body up and down, and his hand slid up my shirt. My eyes flickered around for anyone to help me, or a teacher to stop him.

"Aw, c'mon that's not very polite just say something, anything c'mon virgin." He teased.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth it was something the whole school teased me about, something I was proud of. I didn't want to be anything like my family. Everything they did I did the opposite. They curse, I don't. They take advantage of the opposite sex every chance they get. Every word that comes out of their mouth is hurtful, so I just don't speak. I pushed him away something I knew I would regret later, but I didn't care. He scowled at me. I tightened my grip on my bag at took a step away when a shrill voice stopped me.

"Alexandra you whore, what do you think your doing with my boyfriend!" my sister, Leah shrieked, stomping over to me. I flinched at her word as she pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face.

"You are so gonna get it tonight."

She growled, huffed took Samuels hand and led him away. My hands were already trembling when he turned back and winked at me, before kissing Leah's head and pulling her tighter to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. My hands were still shaking when I sat down in U.S history class. Slowly and steadily I took out my notebook, opened it and pulled out a pen. The thoughts running through my head are not good, and scared me to death. My father punching me in the eye, in the stomach, kicking me everywhere his feet could reach. All of them ended with me bloodied, bruised and defeated when I had done nothing wrong. At the back of the class, I hung my head in my hands trying to calm down. Tears spring in my eyes, but I held them back. Not in school. Not here, once my hands had somewhat steadied, I began to take notes scribbled on the board about the civil war.i was done before the bell rang, and flicked to the back of the notebook and continued writing my short stories. My stories were where I wasn't hit. I could actually speak to people without being scared. A world where I had a boyfriend - a good one. These stories, the books I read, my music. They were the only escape I had. And I loved every minute of it.

"Miss Rose" a deep voice said, bringing me back to my awefull world. I looked into my teachers dull gray eyes. "We are going to be having a new student coming into our class tomorrow, I wanted you to know he will be sitting next to you" he? My eyes widened and I shook my head. I was happy sitting by myself. This was my favourite class; he couldn't ruin it like this! A boy no less! He was going to ask me so many questions, and I wouldn't be able to answer him. No, I could not sit next to a new kid.

Mr. Williams shrugged "I'm sorry Lexi, but we have no other room for him." He looked like he wanted to pat me on the head or something, but he knew I didn't like to be touched. " I'll inform him of your... Speach impediment" that'll just make him ask more questions! I thought my shoulders dipping. I ran my fingers through my hair as he turned around and left, strolling back to the front and begining his lesson.

I had seen trailers passing by my home earlier today, but I didn't think there would actually be a new kid! A new kid in Greenville high was almost unheard of. Something that almost never happened. Everyone will be  falling over him no matter how cute or ugly he is. And that ment everyone would be over at my table for 1st period, wanting me to reply but I wouldn't. I mean I did have a notebook I could write to him on, but that would seem unlikely.

Later my third period teacher told the class the same thing, that a new student would be arriving tomorrow and he was going to be sitting in the desk in front of me ( since I was at the back again). She looked right at me when she told the class to take a welcoming to him and show him around I love all my teachers, and they loved me like they do all the kids, and they want me to talk again. The second half of my freshman year was when I decided that not talking was better than talking at all. It got me into less trouble. I had always been a little sassy when I did talk, and that got me a lot of bruises from my family. I was in the first half of my junior year now, and Leah was in her senior year. I did her homework for her since I had already taken those classes in this school since we were always short of teachers.  Mrs. Campos, my third period teacher also taught biology, which I had in fact taken my freshman year. She had heard my voice but now I had none.