I hated high school.
From the annoying teachers to the even more annoying teenagers, to the unnecessary drama, to the sweaty jocks, to Jenna Bolton and her set of mindless friends.
That’s why I was one of the best students in my grade. I had long since developed my ‘how to survive high school strategy’ namely: lay low, blend in, try not to punch Jenna in the face every single day and last but not least, pass.
I made sure I was passing every single class I took because lets face it, if I didn’t pass, I wasn’t leaving and if I didn’t leave I would be forced to spend the rest of my days stuck in this hell hole, no way.
I take one step into the white floored halls of Fallen Lake High and sigh. I had taken one week off on the doctors orders to rest and then an extra couple of days which could have gone on for much longer until my mother had decided I needed to ‘get off my butt and start getting productive’, her words. So this morning she pulled back my curtains, had me get ready, and drove me to school.
She was right though, I had already missed too much and I didn’t want my grades to suffer. There was also the fact that my dreams had become occupied with a certain set of fluorescent blue eyes and dark hair which was taking up too much of my mental space. How my subconscious had managed to create such a wonderful image of someone I had never met in my life, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t complaining either.
I walk to my locker and open it, it was exactly how I’d left it, I don’t know why I expected anything else. I carefully put my book bag in along with my lunch and take out books that I needed for first period. I had AP English first and after taking out my textbook I make my way to class.
It was too quiet.
I mean, I didn’t actually expect anyone to rush up to me but I didn’t expect total silence either. Besides the carefully calculated stares I felt burning through the back of my head when I turned around I was getting, well, nothing. I hadn’t run into Jenna and her army of zombie barbies the whole morning which was a good sign but now that I think of it, it felt like the calm before the storm. paranoia or not the whole thing was too easy.
I knew the drama was cooking, I just couldn’t find the pot.
dragging myself to my locker after one of Mr Sulkins long, long algebra classes, I put my books in my locker and grab my lunch. I didn’t even know what was in there since my mom had just handed me the paper bag as I bolted out of the car and I hadn’t bothered unfolding it to find out what was inside. I had just stepped into the cafeteria when I felt the mood shift and everyone just stopped, I’m talking food halfway to your mouth stopped and stared. I was preparing to bolt when I realised their attention wasn’t on me but behind me. I looked back and I felt my mouth drop open.
I could recognize those fluorescent blue eyes anywhere, there he was standing. He looked like a Calvin Klein model but broader, save for his black v neck tee, he was dressed head to toe in black leather, his dark hair looked strategically tousled and the scowl on his face was intimidating, like he’d rather be anywhere but here, well that makes two of us buddy.
I had just finished shamelessly gawking him when I shifted my gaze to the girl beside him, she had hair nearly as dark as his but with spontaneous streaks of gold, she was small but she was also intimidating, she had an air of elegance that promised to deal with anyone who messed with her. She wasn’t as crazy about leather as him seeing as the only Item of leather she had on were her pants but she was beautiful nonetheless, she had looks that rivaled Jenna and her wannabe barbies by a long shot.
I looked away quickly, hoping no one was secretly laughing at me for standing in the front of the cafeteria for so long just to gawk at them but when I saw everyone elses faces and how they were visibly still amazed by the people who had just walked in, I was relieved.
Not only had these people managed to take the attention off me, they had given the students of fallen lake high something else to talk about besides the girl who had just woken up from a coma AKA me.
just as I was about to take a seat, I felt a pool of cold liquid run down my hair to the back of my shirt. I turned around, mid gasp, and there she was Jenna Bolton and her idiot squad staring back at me with devious smiles on their faces, her plastic smoothie cup empty, she had poured it all on me. she smirked, “welcome back Ariel, have a nice coma?” she says and I shake my head, I didn’t think she could stoop so low, and I hated her.
“real classy Jenna, now my hair is almost as pink as your face, almost.” I hold my index finger and thumb inches apart for emphasis.
she laughs, irritated, “that’s the best you can do? why don’t you crawl back into the coma you came from”
I shake my head at this, dropping my tray on the table closest to me, normally I would just ignore her but something had switched in me, I was tired of her giving me endless amounts of crap for absolutely no reason, she should learn to move on, I did.
“you can’t crawl back into a coma you dimwit, it takes a lot more than that, but obviously you’re too dumb to know that. And yeah, I’d gladly go back into a coma if it meant I didn’t have to see you and your jumbo size eyebrows ever again or better still I’d like to put you in a coma so you know exactly what it takes.”
Her eyebrows were actually fine, perfect even, I just knew girls like her took eyebrows way too seriously.
she scoffs on hearing my words putting her right hand up to touch her eyebrows. one of her idiot friends who I think is named Amber folds her arms “you’re so full of shit” she says and I shake my head “so are you” That seemed like a pretty good way to end the face off so I quickly make my way to the girls bathroom to clean up hoping to God that Jenna doesn’t storm after me because the smoothie on my back was starting to bother me and I wanted to be the one with the last word.
As I make my way out of the cafeteria, I catch sight of the leather model form earlier and he seems to be wearing a look of bewilderment on his face, I didn’t blame him, if a couple of girls started a verbal fight on my first day of school I’d be confused too.
I look away from him quickly, I was in badass mode and I didn’t want anyone to ruin it. it was only when I had reached the girls bathroom that I realised I had left my surprise lunch sitting on the table in the cafeteria. Now I was itchy, irritated and hungry.
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