Behind the Mask

2.

Oh Crap!

We stared at each other with wide eyes then started running down the hall. Forget what I said before about not running, we are never late for class and don't intend to ever be late in the very very near future either aka right now.

We slammed the door open, panting as if we had just run a marathon.

"Sorry we're late miss, it won't happen again!" I say between pants.

Silence.

I looked up to see pairs of eyes staring up at me and Jas, then the whole class erupted into laughter.

Mrs Davies wasn't even in yet, so we were actually apologising to no one!

Way to embarrass ourselves even more than usual....

I let out a sigh of relief glad that I wasn't late for class and quickly scurried to the front of the class, where my seat was, making sure to have my head down so my face was half covered by 'my hair'. (You'll understand the quotation later)

"Yes Nerd! Go sit in the nerdy place where you belong!" one of the girls shouted and the whole class erupted into more laughter.

I would know that voice anywhere, it was Hannah the Queen B of our school. I mean seriously what she just said wasn't even hurtful, even I could come up with something better.  How dumb can you be?

She thinks she's soooo cool and owns the school just because she's mean and hangs out with all the other popular people who literally worship her.

I never really understood why. I never knew that by having 0-1 brain cells was what made you the 'it' person at school.....well at this school anyway.

If that's the case then thank goodness I'm not popular...I'd rather have a future than become a stripper thank you very much!

Well, it wasn't just Hannah that was worshipped around here. Hunter, THE Bad Boy of our school, the one that every guy wish they were and the one that every girl wants to date, was too. Yup, him, Hunter Niall!

Though I'd actually heard rumours that he's actually a big softie........he sure doesn't look it nor act it!

His face is always in a permanent scowl, obviously as he's the Bad Boy, and his eyes- well, they're a their own story; they're cold, harsh, like a blade that can slice you when you're not careful - they're dangerous.

If you're an outsider beware never to look into them, or stare at them, heavens, don't even glance at them! You'll regret it......at least that's what I've learned when, once, I accidentally looked at them for 'too long'. Well, let's just say it didn't turn out well for me.

Typical 'high school' stereotypes isn't it though? Sometimes I just wonder whether other schools are like this as well; whether they have their stereotypical cliques, too.

The laughter slowly subsided until there were just giggles and chatter left.

I sighed.

Well at least that didn't turn out as bad or as embarrassing as I thought it would!