Sepsis Love <3

Chapter 2

I make my way to art class, without any more mishaps from the mysteriously hot stranger or the mean girl, Clarisse. I entered the mostly empty class that was slowly filling in. I take a seat in the back of the class, only losers and nerds sit in the front! While I take out my art utensils, two girls walk up to my table. "Umm... you're in my seat-" one of the girls says. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'll m...move, I'm kinda new here!" I say beginning to pack my items up, not wanting to cause trouble again. "Let her sit there Josi, we can just sit next to her." The other girl says, placing her bag down next to me. "I'm Melanie by the way, this is Josi," she says pointing to the girl next to her. "I'm y/n." I say. "So you're new this year?"
"Yeah, my dad just died, so me and my mum and my 16 siblings wanted a fresh start."
"That's cool, sorry about your dad."
"It's ok, I'm glad he's gone he was abusive anyways so..."

The teacher, who calls herself Ms R, in an attempt to be cool, starts handing out paper to draw on and I begin to draw. Omg, I'm so bad at art! Why am I even in this class!? I look over to Josi's sketchbook and see her beautiful drawing of Melanie. "Wow, you're a really good artist!" I say complimenting her. "I know," Josi says without hesitation, going back to her sketching. I love her confidence, I wish I had it. I enjoy talking to Josi and Melanie when the room suddenly falls silent. I glance up and see the hot mysterious stranger from before sauntering into the classroom... late! The room becomes a whirlwind of harsh whispers and pointed stares. "Oh my god," Melanie gasps, "He's back-" Josi groans.

"Who's back?" Well obviously it was my hot stranger but why is everyone reacting to him in that way? Is he crack or something? "Dillon Strano," Josi says, finishing her sentence. "Where did he go?" I asked, my curiosity now peaked. "He's been out of school for a whole year."
"Why?"
"I heard that he was in juvie for 6 months for stabbing a guy-" Josi starts,
"-in the eye..." Melanie continues
"... with a pencil!" Josi finishes. I glance quickly up at him and his brooding exterior. Damn! What was wrong with me!? Why did the thought of that make my mouth water? My hot mysterious stranger, I now know as Dillon Strano, takes a seat in the furthest corner, putting his feet up on the table.

"Uhh... Dillon-" Ms R falters, "Would you like some paper?" Dillion merely shrugs, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it inside, Ms R appearing to become more distraught.
"C...c...can you please g...get your feet off-f the table?" she stammers. "GO TO HELL!!!!" he says flipping his finger at her. "I'm going to have to give you detention, you can't talk to m-" she says softly, cowering in terror. "You stupid BITCH!!!" he shouts at Ms R, kicking the chair across the room, storming out in a cyclone of rage and fury. I flinch, uncustomed to such anger. He was so hot when he was angry, but then again he was always hot. I wish I was the chair. "Damn," I murmur under my breath. Josi casts me a weird glance, "Do you know him?"
"What! No! Well I mean I meet him this morning, and I thought he looked kinda cute but-"
"I wouldn't go for him if I were you," Melanie advises.
"He gets with a lot of girls, but he always dumps them-" Josi adds.
"- and he's super dangerous!" Melanie finishes. "I didn't say that I-"
The mean girl Clarisse, who I didn't notice was in this class, comes up to our table and slams her hands in front of me, "Are you talking about Dillon Strano!?"

"Maybe?" I say shyly, sinking into my seat. "Do you like him?!? I just heard you did?!?!?!" she asks accusingly. "N...n...no," I stammer nervously. "You're new here so I want you to know that Dillon and I used to date, and we're getting back together really soon! So stay away from him you bitch, he's MINE!!" she shouts.

"And what if she doesn't?!" Josi says crossing her arms. "This is none of your business Josi, go back to your pathetic little drawings?!?!" Melanie fires back, "Leave her alone Clarisse, you go back to whatever trash bag you came from!" Clarisse scoffs, flipping her long, gleaming, black hair over her shoulder as she walks away. "God what a bitch," Josi mutters. I nod in agreement.