Rosalie
I walked to my locker, randomly earning a look from Shelby Crow--the snottiest stuck-up girl at my school. I winked in her direction and opened my locker, feeling her eyes burn into my back. I wish I could slug her in the face like everyone else in the school, but I try not to let insults get to me.
As I was opening my locker, I heard her hiss from right behind me.
"Nice hair," she scoffed. I turned around and smiled sweetly, replying, "Aw, thanks Shelb!" Her face was all it took to brighten my day. I turned back around to my locker and started unpacking my bag that slings over your chest and lies on your hip.
"I mean, for a clown," she added, and I heard more laughter behind us. She brought the Barbies with her. The Barbies are two twins with straight blonde hair and they always wear pink. So, they're the Barbies. Shelby's a cheerleader (of course) just to get boys, and she can't even do cartwheels right!
Everyone calls them the Preps or Witches with a capital B. Whenever they walk past, some people scratch their own arms. Get it? No? Itch. An itch with a capital B that you JUST CAN'T get rid of.
I turned around and sure as hell there they were, smirking and holding in their giggles. Shelby had a hand on her hip, like she has the best comebacks in the world.
"Nice make-up," I said smiling, a geniune real smile. I guess Shelby noticed it because she had this taken-back look on her face. Time to ruin it.
"For a clown," I said, slamming my locker and walking away. I gave her a cupcake hand wave as I left, and turned the hall--bumping into something hard. As I sat on the floor, my books around me, I was so glad I didn't bump into whatever where Shelby could see. Not that I cared...
I looked up and saw that it wasn't a 'whatever' but a he. I felt my cheeks grow hot, blushing as hard as they could, as I gazed up at this.. god. No, I mean he looked like a god! He had fluffy brown hair that shagged, making you just want to run your fingers through his hair, and light skin. His eyes were a piercing icy blue.
His shirt was just a plain loose t-shirt, but you could see his 6-pack through it, and he had loose dark jeans falling on sneakers. He seems like the only one who hasn't fallen into a clique of outrageous outfits (cough, Shelby, cough). Must be new here..
"Oh, uh, sorry," he said, breaking my trance. When I looked at his eyes his head was flashed down at his feet. Was he looking at me too?
"It's alright, it was my fault anyway. I wasn't watching where I was going." I said, picking up my books from around me. "Here," I heard him say, and I looked up to see him kneeling infront of me with the rest of my books in his hands.
"Oh, t-thanks," I replied, mentally scolding myself for stuttering. What the hell? You have a boyfriend, Rosalie! I took my books and put them back in my bag.
"By the way, I'm smitten-Smith!" he exclaimed, as his face went completely red and he wouldn't look me in the eyes. It looked cute. Must be a famous flirting line, but he actually looked embarressed. Maybe he was thinking about smitten or.. what he was doing?! I felt my cheeks grow red again, and I looked at my feet, then back up again.
"I'm rose, er, alie, argh--! Rosalie!" I blurted. He looked in my eyes and I smiled, causing him to smile back. Give a smile get a smile, huh, never knew that could be true.
"I-I have Science last, and um, I'm new. I don't really know my way around here," he said, still smiling. I brushed my hair behind my ear, mentally rolling my eyes for what I girl I was being, and held my books tighter to my chest in fear and in anticipation: I have Science last, too.
