What He's Missing *EDITING*

Chapter Three

OKAY Y'KNOW WHAT PISSES ME OFF. THE FACT THAT ITS 6 PAGES ON PAPER BUT LIKE 2 HERE. YEAH SO I JUST WANTED TO LET THAT OUT.. yeah

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[Chapter Three]

First days of school weren't my thing. Although this wasn't the first day of school really but it was to me. I had missed two days of school already due to the fact that I had to grab a last minute flight to London to get my belongings and then grab another last minute flight back to Florida. On top of that came the jetlag. The dreaded jetlag. 

At first I was nervous because I did after all miss the first two days of school and that everyone would already have their cliques, but hey! I guess I already got a group of people I could call friends. And on the plus side, I got to miss two days of school. I mean really, first days of school were pointless and frankly, a waste of time. All teachers do is talk about themselves and hand out those stupid personality quizzes that they probably don't even look at again. And this quizzes take a while to fill out. I’d rather right an essay than do one of those personality quizzes.

 Yeesh, like I don’t know my own personality.

Now all I had to do was pass the stage where everyone’s full attention was on me as the new kid. Honestly though, the students in this school are like vultures, just waiting for the prey to mess up and fall into its trap. You know like in the movie "Horton hears a Who", when the vulture's just waiting to snap up that flower. Yeah... well I was the flower.

 ..It was slightly unnerving. And the attention was definitely overwhelming. I should've got used to it after... what happened at the boarding school. But I haven’t. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out for attention. I really wasn’t.

 So I made sure that I didn’t trip on my own imaginary objects and walked with my head high through the hallways with Stark to my first class.

Cool and Calm is the motto, April.

 My thoughts got cut off by Stark's frantic arms waving in front of me.

 "What?" I said coming out of my daze.

 "Where were you?" he asked.

 "Huh? In London?"  I replied questioning.

 "Har-har, funny. I mean, right now. You just poof disappeared on me, and went into your own world." He answered sarcastically.

 "Oh, that. It's nothing. I tend to tune out boring people. You’ll get used to it. “I retorted smirking.

 "Har-har, very funny Ap-" He broke off suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles.

 "Ape, April.... get it?" he continued wheezing trying to catch a breath. Oh no. I think I know where this is going.

The only person that I allowed to call me Ape was my best-friend Rowanne. No-one else could call me that except her. It’s her thing.

"I’m going to call you Ape from now on!" Stark declared loudly. I glared and showed him my ring. Which also happened to be on my middle finger. A coincident really.

 "Ha-ha, laugh it up." I said flatly, but his giggles happened to be contagious and I couldn't help but smile.

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The morning periods were pretty uneventful.

 First period-Functions- I introduced myself, and sat down near Stark.

 When the teacher Mr.Denson-I think that’s his name-finally gave us a break, the boy in front of me, turned around checking me out.

 He flashed me what he probably thought was a smoldering look but ended up looking like he pulled an all-nighter and really needed some beauty sleep. Emphasize on beauty.

 "Is it just me, or are you a little ... a lot overdressed?" He asked smirking. I didn’t even look down at what I was wearing.

 "Is it just me, or are you dumber then you look? I'm not that kind of girl." Okay, so it wasn't much of a comeback, but still.

 "You're quite the challenge babe, you know Karate?" he asked me with that never ending smirk of his.

 "Huh? No..." I replied, not knowing where he was going with this.

 "Cause your body's kickin' ."

 Ah, that’s where he was going. Should've known. It all came down to pick up lines. I had thought it was cute when my ex-boyfriend, Ryder did it. Little did I know Ryder was everything but cute.

 I tuned the kid out in front of me, and turned and started talking to Stark. I heard a huff and smiled slightly.

 In second period, PE, I introduced myself, and started running laps along with Hanna and her friends.

 You'd expect them to be fake and snarky like most of the bimbos in this school, but they weren't. They were all genuine and real.

 "You hangin' out with us at lunch April?” Hanna asked as we were getting changed for lunch.

 "Naah, Mr.Denson told me I had to catch up on Functions homework.... who knew you guys did so much the first two days of school!" I teased.

"True, true...see you later then!" She said waving.

 It was really hard to hate Hanna. That girl didn't make it easy for anyone to hate her.

 There was one more person that I had to see now. Her, anyone could easily hate. But only in secret, unless if you wanted the wrath of the cheerleading captain.

 But she had another thing coming if she thought that I'd really forget what she did to me in junior year.

 After all, she was practically the reason I left.

 But now that I thought about it, I didn’t know if I really wanted to do something. It takes me a lot of effort to hate somebody, much less act on my hate. Plus, I'm kind of over what she did. Not saying that I forgive her...

 God, I’m lazy.

 Guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. It’s pretty much a fact that I'm going to bump into her skanky little ass later on.

 Whatever, I'm cool with waiting.

 Not really. But whatever.

 The day pretty much ended on a boring note. Girls staring at me in envy or maybe it was hate. These girls were low. Like low low low low.

 Even the guys were pretty rude in what they were saying. Like, could they not take a hint?

 My friends were awesome though.

 I knew I played it all cool when I was with them, but inside I was so overjoyed at making new friends. I didn’t really think I'd be able to make any real friends. Friends who didn’t know who I was. Friends who didn’t use me for...

Fame.

Money.

Attention.

That’s the thing I loved about my 'clique'. First, I love the way 'clique' sounds. It sounds like something from Mean Girls.

 Second, they didn't even know who I am yet they still liked me. And it warmed my heart. I guess Ryder was wrong.

 Some people do like me, for me.

 Now all I had to was keep it that way.

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