high school >> 1d and 5sos au

One

Emma

"So, this is Josh, your guide. If you have any problem, you can always talk to me," the teacher told me, whose name I had already forgotten.

I smiled at Josh, who gave me a gummy grin as he led me out into the corridor. "You're from Lebanon, right, Emma?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I'm -"

"No wonder, you look so exotic." He threw a corny pickup line at me.

I smiled weakly as I mumbled, "Thanks." I looked around. The recess bell had rung and the corridor was fairly crowded.

Dad had gotten a good job here so we all had shifted from Lebanon to America. It had been hard, leaving my friends and the place I had spent my entire life in. It still was hard, entering a new school. American high schools were notorious for their clique culture. I dreaded spending a day in Oakvale High, let alone two years here.

"Why didn't you attend the classes in the morning though?" asked Josh as he turned back to look at me; he was leading the way while I simply followed him.

"Paperwork issues," I explained.

Josh nodded understandingly as we both walked into what seemed to be the canteen.

"PIZZA," I screamed as I rushed towards the food area.

"Hold up." Josh caught me by my arm as he stopped me. I blinked at him. What the hell was wrong with fangirling over pizza? Hey, I hadn't had anything since the morning.

Josh looked down at me - blame it on my height - as he explained, "Look, there's a reason why I got you here in the canteen and didn't show you around the school first."

"There is?" I asked, confused. "I thought we were here to eat."

Josh laughed. "Yeah, we'll get to that. But right now, I'm here to educate you about the populazzi of the school."

"Educate?" Boy, this was getting weird.

Josh pinched the bridge of his nose, seeming a little annoyed. "Yes." Looking at me, he continued, "Okay, you see that bunch of people over at that table who have their faces buried in their textbooks? Those, obviously, are the nerds. And that group over there? Well, those are the weirdos. Stay AWAY from them. Emphasis on away."

I laughed. "I think I got it when you screamed into my ear."

"Sorry," Josh muttered sheepishly. "Anyway, the other groups, cliques, social groups or whatever you want to call them, are easily identifiable. Ninety percent of these groups are ignorable as well, except for the ten percent."

"The ten percent?" I asked, not sure what he was getting at with this.

"The ten percent," confirmed Josh. "The jocks, the cheerleaders and the drama club people." He, pointing at his chest with an index finger added, "I, by the way, am one of the drama club people."

"Now the jocks and the cheerleaders-" he began.

"-Are the bad people," I finished the sentence for him. "I already know that, thank you." I smirked at him.

"No, not really," disagreed Josh, shaking his head. "They're the nice ones. They don't mess with you until you mess with them and do not believe in making a living hell of people's lives for no reason."

"Really?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion.

"Yes," answered Josh. "The drama club on the other hand, DO believe in making a living hell of people's lives for no reason. So, I'd advice you to stay away from us. No emphasis on the away, since I'm a part of the drama club," he added, winking at me.