The Changes In Our Moments

•chapter 3•

My stomach rumbles as I enter the building, "shit.." I mumble, I forgot to eat breakfast.
I look around in search for the office, I turn to a corner and a small office. I enter, and a lady looks me up and down.
"Can I help you?" She purses her lips.
I smile, "yes actually. I registered to go here, my name is Bree Green."
At that she drops her pursed lips and smiles, "ah yes, welcome to Wesmonte, Ms. Green." She says as she hands me my schedule over the counter, "You locker combination, classes, and locker numbers are on their," she smiles and waves me away.
I look around and each hallway is named either the freshman, sophomore, junior, or senior hallway. It's the second month of school so I should be too late.
I quickly walk down the hallway, constantly looking at my schedule to memorize my locker number and looking up in search for the senior hallway. I swerve around a corner to find a long, narrow hallway with zoo filled people, throwing papers and gum wrappers everywhere, great.
I twist to my locker number: 3002, and wiggle at the combination:22 3 22.
The bell rings and some idiotic guy stomps on my foot, and I cringe. That's the foot my boot is on. I casually elbow him in the ribs and he mutters "bitch" as I pass.
I look at my first class, History it's the first on my left. I walk in and watch at the teacher eyes me.
Shit.
I move to the back in the middle and the teacher motions for me to come up, I place my stuff down and walk up.
"May I ask your name?" He kneels down to my level,
"Bree." I answer automatically.
He smiles, "good morning class, I would like to get your attention to. Let you all know that we have a new student, Bree."
I purse my lips and look at the seat infront of the one I sit by, it's the guy from the bus. He also is the one who stepped on my foot before class, I squint my eyes and crinkle my nose,
a$$hole.
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The bell rings, class is finally over.
I wobble over to door, I walk out into the hallway to see that guy from earlier making out with a gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Her cherry blossom lips on his, her shady green eyes staring straight at him, I purse my lips at her wavy hair ending right below her shoulder blades. I cringe at how broad his shoulders are, he is so attractive. I shake my head, no boys. They finally stop interacting tongues, as he tells her goodbye releasing her hand to turn and look straight into me, as if he could see right through me. I quickly turn around realizing I was staring and I hustle over to my locker. I try to reach for my Spanish book but it falls and a hand lifts it up for me, I look up and see its the guy. I swallow "thanks, I'll take them now."
He lifts his eyebrows and tightens his smile "sorry didn't mean to alarm you." He lifts his hands in surrender "I just wanted to say hello to the newest edition."
I roll my eyes, " how about you go and suck that girl again, and leave me alone." I say as I shut my locker and walk away.
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The rest of the day goes by awfully slow, and I don't see whoever that guy was again. The last bell rings and I begin walking to the bus, making sure the guy isn't following me. I sit down in the back and look out the window seeing him suck the girls face one last time as they part to go to their cars. Hers being a convertible and his being a big red truck, rich people sick me. I scoot down in my seat and the question that comes to mind is
How did his car get here?
I roll my eyes and switch a song on by fall out boy, I'm ready to get home.