Haylee
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"It's been one day and I already hate this school." I groaned, throwing myself into some random bench along the Great Lawn, a name for the big expanse of grass in front of the school where students hung out.
"I feel you. I hate my life right now. It's so hard starting over. I miss Xander." Felicity said through the phone, and more surges of anger built inside of me. Xander was Felicity's boyfriend back in California. When I say they were in love, I mean it. They dated since freshman year and it was awful when she had to leave.
"No one even talked to me. The teachers all suck, the classes are boring, and there's this cheerleader bitch that looks like she came straight about of a cliché movie." I groaned, pulling a cigarette out of my backpack, lighting it, and sticking in between my lips.
"Mhmm." Felicity said through the phone, and I heard her munching on something.
"What are you doing? Why couldn't you take the bus home with me?" I pouted.
"I'm in the band room listening to the choir sing while I read through all the yearbooks. Gotta get up to speed."
I laughed through the phone. "Whatever creep, call me if you need me." I replied before hanging up and fully focusing on the cigarette and how I was freezing my ass off out here.
I heard a loud snap and turned to see a boy walking towards me. He was talking on the phone with a soft smile on his face, but when our eyes met his face got pale and a lucid look covered his face.
He was hot. Curly brown hair and big Hazel puppy dog eyes. Chubby cheeks, but at the same time high cheekbones and a defined jaw. He was so tall and long-legged that I knew I wouldn't be as tall as him, even with my long model legs.
Yet another reason to hate my parents. Along with tearing me away from California, they tore me away from my up-and-coming modeling career.
I was too focused on the extremely attractive blonde boy walking over to me to be angry, thankfully.
I sucked on my cigarette and my cheeks flushed as he got closer. When he was a few feet away from me, out of nowhere, a girl in a short cheerleader uniform practically tackled him. She ran into him and pressed him against a tree, smashing her lips against his in what looked like a painful make out.
His eyes closed slowly and I saw him melt into the kiss while she ground her hips slowly against his and grabbed his shirt tightly.
I scoffed and examined my cigarette. I hated couples who believed in PDA. The tan kid had been the only guy so far who seemed promising, in his flannel and converse. But now I knew that he was just another player who had the bitch cheerleader wrapped around his finger- or rather, strong bicep.
He finally pulled away and we locked eyes. "Rachel." He mumbled, out of breath. She looked at me and flipped a strand of thin auburn hair away from her pixie-like face before flashing me a toothy smile. She hiked her cheer skirt even higher up- I don't know how she wasn't cold- and held out her hand.
I shook it tentatively and stamped the cigarette out. "You must be new. I'm a senior here, Rachel Cockgrew." I laughed, but stopped when I saw her blank face.
"Oh. You're serious?" I gasped, and it took everything in me not to die laughing when I saw cute boy snicker into his palm.
"Listen here, random girl-" Rachel began, but the boy cut her off by grabbing her wrist and pulling her away.
After a few steps he turned and looked at me. "I never got your name." He muttered. I blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"Haylee. Haylee Stonewall."
