Ballad of a......

chapter 2

Ch.2

           "Would you stop following me already!" I say in an irritated voice as Corbin just stands next to me peering into my locker

           "Uh, your suppose to be showing me around campus," he says sarcastically back, "and besides its not my fault we have almost all of the same classes."

            "So, why don't you just get your beach buddy over there to show you around, your kind of drawing attention to me that I really don't want."

             "Ugh! you mean barbie over there. She followed me around the beach all day, and frankly she is a little creepy. your almost the only one here that I know, well kind of. why did you dye your hair, you look so much different than you did yesterday."

             Ugh, this kid is going to be the cause of me going back to Europe! "if you haven't noticed, I like my privacy. I don't feel like dealing with the drama your going to have to deal with because your hot." oops! did i just call him hot? great, now I'm never going to live that down. I try to pretend that didn't come out of my mouth and turn to head to our next class.

           Walking to class felt like being in a fish tank. everyone was staring at me like they were waiting for some big train-wreck to happen. at least our history class wasn't too far away One more turn, just one more corner and I'm safe in my.

          "Whoa!"

         Instantly two arms wrap around my waist just as i am about to slip on something. Not something, tanning oil, who puts tanning oil on the floor? Don't they know how dangerous that is on tile floor? Oh, of course they do, or should i say SHE does. I'm able to get my balance just as i see barbie and her cronies stalking off in the other direction looking more than a little disappointed.  

        "wow, that's so juvenile," Corbin says quickly letting go of my waist after he noticed id been standing on my own for a little more than a few seconds, "at my old school that would have been grounds to call her out to the bus barn after school" he adds just staring at me like he was waiting for a response.

       "uh," was the only thing i could muster up

        "Oh, I'm sure you guys have much more class than the girls back home do though," he quickly covers up.

         We finally make it to class, and Anthony thank gosh has this one with us. He stares at the two of us as we walk in and i sit right next to him at our table.

            "So it is true," he asks in a hushed voice," you totally stole the hot nephew right from under holly's nose."

            "I very well did no such thing," i respond," he is the one that wont leave me alone.... and he kinda thinks holly is a creepy stalker."

           "well, I heard through the grape vine, whether you did or didn't, she has called an all out war on you and has threatened to make your life hell for the rest of the year, just thought I'd let you know"

         "believe me, I know, its already started,"

          that was it for our brief conversation because at that moment Holly walks in, with a prominent smile on her face. great what is she doing in here. she quietly hands the teacher a slip of paper and stalks out of the room.

            "Zya," he announces, "you are wanted in the principals office."

            everyone instantly turns to stare at me. what could I have possibly done to get called to the principal? Whatever. Better get this over with.

            walking down the empty hallway i hear a sound behind me. I turn to face holly, standing there in her pleated mini skirt and matching heels.

             "Is there something I can do for you barbie?" I ask in a tone so sarcastic she has to double take since she isn't used to people talking to her like that.

            she stands there glaring for a moment before speaking," yes, actually there is something you can do, you can stop trying to take my guy. you should know that no one like him is going to date a loser like you. I'm only trying to look out for your best interest you know," she adds while admiring her nails in the light, "I wouldn't want you to get your pathetic little hopes up thinking you actually have a chance, just to get crushed."

              "Well, then I guess that's just a chance I'm going to have to take," I say taking a step towards her, "by the way that purse was so last season."

             "And what the hell would you know about style and whats in loser? your wearing my great grandmas school clothes." she adds, "and you are so going to regret saying any of that"

              "Oh really, well I guess your just going to have to sit back and take some life lessons from the loser, because some things are about to change big time around here, and I'm probably going to start with the social ladder." I finish and I turn to stalk back to class

            The rest of the day went by in a kind of blur. all I really remember is something about a lot of rule papers needing to be signed and getting a few more supplies for art class. as soon as the last bell of the day rings I instantly flip out my cell and call my moms stylist. I make an emergency appointment for her to fix my hair and get a facial for me and Anthony after a much needed trip to the mall.

          "I totally cant believe your doing this!" Anthony squeaks from the passenger seat, "this is going to be the best year ever!Ii totally hope you get even with that witch."

          "I know I cant believe I am either" I add, as I speed towards my favorite shopping mall in northern LA.

           Our first stop of course is Victoria's secret, no more ace bandages and sports bras for me. time to let my "assets" be known. then we add a whole new wardrobe to help with my new look, and head off to  Julie's for my hair.

            Julie truly is amazing after only a few short hours my beautiful blond locks are shining in the sun and Anthony and I cant wait to show off tomorrow. I want to make one more stop before I head home though, as much as I love my little s2000, I think its time I get a car with a little more style. we pull in to the exotic car lot and instantly are bombarded by salesmen.

           "whats your latest, most bad ass car you have in stock right now?" I ask as they look at me quizzically

            they walk me over to the beautiful bright yellow car. I instantly have to have it. I just hand them my card and take the keys. the Ferrari 458 Italia, I'm not sure if its even really suppose to be in the U.S.  right now, but its mine now. Anthony drives my little Honda home, while I break in my new love. I cant wait to see everyone at schools face tomorrow.