{ A quick message. }

#1. This story includes no smut, I quite honestly can't write that xD

#2. If you don't like homosexual shipping, go awaaaaaay.

#3. I know it's slightly rushed, but I have like 5 plot twists to come, so I'll try not make it boring.

#4. No copying! People have copied before from me on my main account, I ALWAYS find them.

#5. This story includes no suicide or self-harm, if it did, I'd have put a trigger warning.

Hope you enjoy! Here's the first chapter ~

Rosaline's Pov

"This, class, is Fedosia Averin, the new student I was telling you about yesterday."

I glanced up, bored, and Fedosia glanced at me.

I was held transfixed for a moment, by sleek, unusual honey-brown eyes framed with thick, sooty black eyelashes.

Those eyes.. The colour of golden syrup, and autumn leaves.

Then I turned back to tattooing skulls on my hand.

"As you know, Fedosia is Russian and may struggle to adapt to the lifestyle of our school. She will need a buddy."

Noone looks particularly interested.

"How about...." Mrs May looks around the class, scrutinising each of us.

"Rosaline Chambers, How about you?"

Me???

"No thanks."

"Yes, thankyou. Fedosia, go and sit in the empty seat beside Rosaline, please."

Fedosia walks over to my desk and sits down.

I scowl at Mrs May.

"Now, Rosaline, I'd like you to show Fedosia around for her first week, help her make friends.

Ha, I'll have no luck with that.

I don't even have any friends myself.

Well, maybe two or three..

"Rosaline." Fedosia says softly to me, as she sits down.

"That's a beautiful name."

"Whatever." I grumbled.

"Can I call you Rose?"

"No."

Miss May turned back to the board to show us a PowerPoint on some new clubs that are on this term.

I shoot a glance at Fedosia, who is staring into space.

She has a slight tan, but snowy white hair, and interesting eyes, a mix of honey-gold and autumn-brown, with thick black lashes and surprisingly dark eyebrows.

Her platinum hair is straggly and curly, falling messily over her shoulders.

I glance back down at my work, sighing.

I,myself, have shoulder length ginger-brown curls, like the colour of toffee.

My eyes are dark green, and I'm tall and skinny for my age.

Fedosia sees me looking and smiles at me.

I send her a withering glare in response, to show her that I'm not interested in making friends.

I don't want to have to show some soppy new kid around, I'm not a sociable or kind person.

Though Fedosia doesn't seem at all soppy, I'll give you that.

She doesn't seem at all shy.

I wonder why her parents sent her here, of all places....

This school has a lot of kids who are troublemakers or bullies, it's in one of those not very nice areas.

Most schools in London are awesome, but not this one.

We have a lot of problems with drugs, too.

Maths is our next lesson, then a bunch of other lessons that I hate.

"So.. What room are you in?" Fedosia asks softly, appearing by my side.

"Go away, new kid."

"We're in the same room, can I sit next to you?"

"No. You can't. Leave me in peace!"

"Just let me follow you around for just today. I'll get completely lost otherwise." She begs.

"Fine. Though I doubt all your lessons will be with me."

"Thankyou so much!"

I sit in my normal place, at the back, as far away from the teacher as possible.

Mr Wallis sucks up to Fedosia, acting all nicey-nicey when someone new comes in.

Just wait until he gets into one of his rages with her.

"So you are.. Philippa Averin?"

"Fedosia, sir."

"What a lovely accent you have. Now where shall we sit you?"

'Not next to me.' I silently pray.

"I think she should sit next to Rosaline, she's her buddy." Alfie Osborne says, as if reading my thoughts.

I send him a furious glare.

"Oh, is that so? Well move up for Miss Averin then, Rosaline."

I growl and slide my chair a quarter of an inch up.

Vitya sits down gracefully and opens up her notebook.

I shoot her a cold glare and start drawing a scaly griffin on my hand.

"That's amazing!" Fedosia whispers, as Mr Wallis drones on about Algebra equations.

"Whatever. Focus on your own work." I hiss.

"Can you draw me a dragon? I like dragons." She asks, pushing her notebook towards me.

"No. Stop annoying me."

"Please, Rose? I'm terrible at drawing."

"Learn to draw, then. And DON'T call me Rose." I snarl.

"Rosaline, Fedosia, please stop talking."

"It wasn't her fault, sir. I was just asking something." Fedosia said hurriedly.

"Well please ask your questions at break time." Mr Wallis replied, and turned back to the board, his pen squeaking against it.

"I love your hair, you know." Fedosia murmers.

"Hey whatsyourname, shut your face before you get me in trouble." I mutter through gritted teeth.

"Sorry."

I try to escape as soon as possible once class is over.

Physical education next.

Ugh.

I'm walking towards the changing rooms when Fedosia appears by my side again.

"Will you quit doing that? It creeps me out, goddamn it!" I snap, irritably.

"Do what?" She asks, blankly.

"Appear out of nowhere."

"Sorry. Do you have physical education next?"

"Yes. Don't tell me you do, too."

"Yes, I do."

I groan inwardly.

"How old are you?" She asks.

"Turned fifteen two months ago, not that it's any of your business."

"I'm fourteen and a half." She replies, smiling sweetly at me.

Fortunately, I manage to shake her off in the crowds.

I feel kind of guilty, but it wasn't my choice to be her buddy.

I'm not friendly or sociable.

Maybe they thought a friend would be good for me.

They thought wrong, I'm not having a kid hang around me.

I have a few friends, Queenie Smith, Leone Cleden and Maya Fernandez-Starke

I don't need any others.

Fedosia manages to find her way here anyway, and I turn my back on her and hope she doesn't notice me.

But she comes over anyway.

"Go away, Fedosia." I snap, irritably. "I've known you for less than three hours but you irritate me already."

She takes no notice of my unfriendliness and speaks softly to me as we change.

She's small and slim for her age, with dainty hands and feet and lightly tanned skin.

We get seperated during football, thank goodness, and I manage to avoid her during break and lunch, going to my usual spot by the wall to listen to music on my mp3.

She isn't in my 3rd or 4th period, but during our last lesson, English, she's with me.

"Mrs May tells me Rosaline Chambers is your buddy." Miss Costello says to Fedosia.

"Yes, miss." Fedosia answers politely.

"Shall we sit you next to her, then?"

No!! I like my personal space.

NOONE sits next to me, least of all that annoying Russian twerp.

I move as far away from her as possible, and ignore her attempts to make conversation, then get out of that school as soon as the bell rings.

I walk home to my flat, and am unsurprised to hear Aunt Theresa and mum having an argument about something.

I go to my room, sighing.

I can hear my sisters in the next room, watching something on TV and chatting.

Matilda and Estelle are 17 year old twins, both curvy and attractive and dark.

In skin and hair colour, they take after my dad.

I take more after my mum, tall and gawky and plain.

I sigh, flop down on the bed and start drawing a tarantula in my sketch book.

Drawing helps take some of the loneliness away.

I rarely draw people, just fantasy and mythical creatures, and occasionally scary landscapes like pine forests with mist, snarled branches, toadstools and mysterious cloaked figures.

School was bad enough already, with atleast 2 detentions a week and teachers yelling at me.

I don't need some new kid following me around.

Hopefully I will be able to shake her off soon, though.