Surviving The Bad Boys(not edited)

Chapter 12: Who's the New Kid?

Samara's POV
The worst day of all had struck me like a lighting bolt. Monday. It started horribly, all the way to ending horribly. Don't you just absolutely hate Mondays?

I rolled out of my bed, and landed straight onto the floor, into a pile of clothes.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"Sis! Get out of bed!" Holden came bursting into my room, shouting out.

"Get out! It's Monday, and you know how I am on Mondays!" I shouted back, still facing my floor, full of clothes.

"Ok, ok!" He held up his hands up in a defensive manner, and shut the door.

"Ugh!" I groaned once again, finally getting up, which came with a lot of stumbling around, no thanks to my clothes.

I walked out of my pile of clothes, and walked to my closet. Inside my closet, I searched through all my clothes, looking for the perfect outfit.

"Ew! No! Absolutely not!" I groaned, and mumbled to myself.

I kept searching, until I found it. The perfect outfit.

Ok, so ya maybe I am nervous to go to school and see Spencer today. I wanna look pretty. Once I stripped out of my pajamas, I threw on my 'perfect outfit' and looked at my mirror, smiling. I was very proud of my outfit today. It was a sheer white blouse, a salmon-plaid colored skirt, and some white pumps. I added one red threaded bracelet and then threw my already curly ended hair into a half-pony. As I grabbed my pink Jansport backpack and tightened my straps for the perfect fit, I walked down the stairs, and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. For breakfast, I had a banana and some hot chocolate. It was very yummy! I grabbed my keys to my Honda Civic, and walked out the door, locking it. On the drive to school, I blasted the radio, and sang aloud, along to the music, hopefully on key. When I walked through the school doors, and down the hallway of hell, I noticed heads turning my way, and I just gave them a small smile. Once I reached my locker, I unlocked it, hung my backpack up on the hook and started to grab my notebooks, until I felt a presence behind me. I spun around and saw my favorite person behind me, Jazmine! I gave her a smile, and hugged her. When she pulled away from the hug, I took the moment to look at her outfit. I guess you could say, we both were dressing to impress. She was wearing a red tribal-printed shirt, some jeans, a brown belt, a tan cardigan, and some brown wedges. Completing her look, she had her black and white dove Jansport backpack. What can I say? We both love our Jansport backpacks.

"Wow! You look awesome!" I complimented her.

"So do you, babe!" She winked jokingly.

She looked past my shoulder, and widened her eyes. So I had to look. I turned around and saw Spencer staring at me from a couple feet away. His eyes were wide open, and mouth slightly agape. Keenan was standing by his side, staring at Jazmine lovingly. They're adorable! Anyways, they both started walking over to us, painfully slow, and every student in the hallway had their eyes on the four of us, looking back-and-fourth. While they were walking very slowly over here, I got a chance to scan what they were wearing. Keenan was wearing a flannel jacket thing and some black pants. He finished off his outfit by adding black moccasins and a black Jansport backpack. Spencer, well Spencer looked, how do I say this without sounded like a perv? He looked hot, plain hot. He was wearing a white shirt with some words on it, a flannel, some tan khaki pants, some white and grey Quicksilver type of shoes. His outfit was so simple, yet so hot. Oh, and we can't forget they had their backpacks along with them. Although, Spencer had his hung on only one shoulder, so he could look like a 'bad boy'. Once they finally reached us, after like three hours, Keenan gave Jazmine a kiss, and I got more staring from Spencer, even from the crowd. It's like they were waiting for something to happen. Since we all got way too much into the moment, I didn't realize a kid coming up behind me. The kid bumped into my back, and groaned. I immediately spun around and looked on the floor. There was a kid I didn't recognize, and although I may not be popular, I knew most of the people at our school. I'm observant with my surroundings. I put my hand out for the guy to take, and he took it, and started getting up. I noticed him moving his eyes along my legs while he was getting up. 'Perv', I mentally thought.