"(Y/n)!" The whiny yet lovable voice of
a certain strawberry haired girl screeched. "Do you want to kill poor (Y/n)'s ears on the first day of school Aimi? Not all of us only woke up 20 minutes ago!" The equally gorgeous brunette scolded the shorter girl. " Awwwwwww Hannah's bullying me, (Y/nnnnnnnnnn) please come and save me from the evil Hannah!" You simply rolled your eyes at your clearly over caffeinated friend. "(Y/n)! You are so cruel, perhaps you are also evil, ugh why do I always have to have such evil friends!" She moaned. "You choose to hang out with us, remember?" You jokingly informed her. "What do you have first (Y/n)?" Hannah gently asked you, smoothly changing the subject. "P.E." As the single word escaped from your mouth a feeling of dread consumed you. It was cross country season. For some reason your school had decided that running 3000m in the frosty September air was a great idea. You had to disagree. "Hahahaha (Y/n) has P.E first, oooooo have fun I bet you'll have to do the 800m run... as a warmup!" Aimi screeched delightedly. "So I'm guessing neither of you two have gym first then?" you said, ignoring the blue eyed girls jeers, much to her dismay. "Nope, sorry (Y/n)." Hannah replied jollily.

As per usual the changing room was disgusting. About a trillion different perfumes mixed with the scent of body odour (as apparently some of your fellow 16 year olds had not had a shower for a week) filled the air. Sighing you pulled on your too small P.E. top (your mother refused to buy you a new one this year) and made your way over to the clip board to discover the group you were in. To your confusion as your eyes travelled down the list all you could see were the names of boys. "Cat got your tongue (Y/n)?" The patronising voice of the fake tan coated girl you despised so much rang. "Cynthia did you do this?" You asked, barely hiding the frustration you were feeling. "Me? Harmless, innocent Cynthia, do something to harm you, I'd never!" She spoke sarcastically, evoking a ripple of giggles from her cronies. "I'm fact I believe that you saw that the computer with the spreadsheet was left open early this morning, and you just couldn't help but make a few changes," Cynthia's second in command Sylvia spoke, imitating Cynthias catty tone. "Anyway you better run along now, they're taught by Mrs Ross and she'd be very angry if you were late, so ciao bitch!"

You angrily stormed to the schools track, knowing you were about to be publicly humiliated. Although it wouldn't be the first time it still hurt, you weren't exactly popular and Cynthia's group appeared to be dedicated to making your life a living hell, you shuddered remembering the time they put a grass snake in your locker, referring to it as your twin.

"Well look who finally decided to turn up, (Y/n) you may be on my register, but this is an all boys group, an advanced one at that. So if you think I'm going to let you ogle at the boys, like you clearly intended to swapping yourself to this register, then you are severely wrong young lady! You are to find Miss Rawl at once and join her group immediately now get out of my sight! I'll be seeing you in detention after school!" The intimidating sports teacher screamed. "Sorry Miss" was all you could utter before running away, but as you jogged a strange feeling began to creep over you. As if. Someone was watching you. Turning your head you saw the five golden boys of the school, absentmindedly staring at you, before being forced into motion by the strangely scary sports teacher.

Unknown POV:
Detention after school with Mrs Ross, that's easy enough to get into, I simply have to refuse to run. You are quite amusing buttercup, you see I don't believe I have ever seen you, but how could I have missed such a gorgeous flower as you are. I will find out everything I can about you buttercup and that must start with talking to you in detention or perhaps just staring at you, your hair is rather beautiful. The others must be thinking the same as me right now, but perhaps I can use that to my advantage. I wouldn't mind sharing you but of course it is not my first choice, as if too many people touch a flower,

then the flower gets crushed

And I don't like my belongings getting ruined.

I will see you there my sweet buttercup.

AN: Wow- that escalated quickly I guess my book will be quite fast paced, I'm sorry it's a bit short but I still hope you enjoyed it!