One week ago, I was in my old home.....peaceful, calming, and relaxing. But now, I'm stuck in the grim hallways of Wilson's Highschool. That's what happens when you move states. I walked through the hallway, one foot in front of the other. I hoped putting my hood down wouldn't attract a lot of attention, but I could tell from the looks in my direction, that wasn't the case. I looked at the piece of paper my mom gave me and saw my locker number shouldn't be too far. I glanced around and saw my locker number, "12". I slowly walked to my locker and twisted the padlock. Once I entered the correct password, it clicked open. I stuffed as much shit as I could in the locker. I probably put too much stuff in it.........oh well. I quietly closed my locker, knowing if I slammed it closed I would draw too much attention. I looked around and saw multiple people talking to each other, but I felt like someone was staring holes into the back of my head. I shook my head and pulled my hood down, revealing my brown hair.
I glanced at the clock, my first class starts in 5 minutes. Panicked, I flipped through the directions to my first class. After a couple seconds I found it. I walked down the hall, searching for my class. As soon as I heard the bell ring, I knew I would get yelled at for being late. I let out a frustrated huff as people scrambled past me. Each person disappearing behind classroom doors.
At least they know where they're going.
I hated being the new kid.
I leaned up against the wall and flipped through the directions again. I sat my backpack on the ground, not even paying attention. Everyone was gone. After a couple minutes of looking at the directions, I heard footsteps to my right. I looked over and saw four guys walking towards me. Each one of them were gorgeous....but the one in the middle stood out the most. He had jet black hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Those blue eyes were staring right at me. I was at a loss of words as they came closer to me. When the rest of them stopped walking, the guy to the far left of the group came dangerously close to me. I gulped and didn't move. He gave me a wicked smile that I couldn't read. All I knew was it didn't look friendly.
His amber eyes twinkled in delight as he brushed his messy brown hair out of his eyes. I wasn't even paying attention to the other three guys, my attention was solely on the guy in front of me. He pushed me up against the wall and my instinct's kicked in fast. "Hello, sweetheart. I'm Gared," the guy said. I figured if he didn't move soon, I'd fight back. "Get off of me," I growled. His smile just got wider and he let go of me. "Hey, Dwight. Catch!" Gared said, throwing my backpack to the guy in the middle.
He caught it perfectly and then threw it to some other person. "Chris! Throw it to Stephen," he said. He threw my backpack too who I assumed was Chris. Chris then threw it to a boy behind him, I figured that was Stephen. I ran to Stephen and reached out to grab my backpack. He pulled it out of my reach and pushed me to the ground, hard. He had green eyes a dirty blonde hair, it's a shame he's a bully. "What the hell, man?" I raised my voice. "If you want it, go get it," he said throwing my backpack back to Dwight again. I got up and waited for him to throw my bag to someone else. He smiled at me tauntingly, even though he was an asshole, we was very attractive. After a minute of looking at me, he threw it back to Gared. Before my bag could reach Gared, I jumped up and snatched it. They all gave me shocked expressions which told me they didn't expect that. I pulled the straps over my shoulders and said, "You all are assholes and I feel really bad for your parents." Stephen and Dwight laughed a little bit, Chris narrowed his eyes at me, and Gared looked thirsty....but not for water.
What a perv.
I ran into the women's bathroom and sat on the toilet. Number one rule: avoid Dwight, Gared, Stephen, and Chris at all times. I heard laughter outside the bathroom, were they acually going to walk into the girls bathroom?? I hope not. I slowly opened the door once the laughter died down. I was alone. I walked to my class that I was 10 minutes late to. Once I came upon my classroom, I quietly opened the door. Eyes were on me in a flash and I felt like I didn't belong here, already. "Well, hello, Ms. Heaven. You are terribly late, please take a seat," an old lady at the chalkboard said. I nodded and walked to the back of the class, as soon as my eyes landed on the open seat, someone put their backpack on the seat. I looked to see who did that and........it was Dwight, the stunningly beautiful guy that bullied me in the hallway. "You looking for a seat?" Dwight whispered to me. I picked his backpack up and sat it down right next to him so it wasn't in my seat. "Yep," I simply replied with.
If there was another chair I could sit in, I would take it but it didn't look like I got a choice. I sat down next to Dwight and focused on the teacher.
Wait, what's her name?
I looked at the chalkboard and saw "Mrs. Valentino" in the upper left corner. Well, that answers my question. When I felt Dwight pull my hair I immediately smacked his hand away. "Ouch," Dwight mumbled. I honestly could care less if I hurt him a little bit, he's done more damage to me already than I'll ever do to him.
