New Girl

New Day, Bad Day

Y/N's POV:

I only see a tangle of black and blond hair before I'm shoved against a wall, face first. I barely have time to raise my hands to soften the impact. It only works to some extent, anyway.

My cheek hurts where it hit the wall but I don't dwell on it. Rather, I swiftly turn my head to see who has decided to make my day even worse. 

It's a dark-haired boy and a blonde girl. They're both smirking, the former lightly pinning me to the wall.

"Look, who came out of the principal's office feeling all special because she got a personal greeting!", the blonde girl sneers. 

The black-haired guy and a few other students around them snicker.

I roll my eyes. Really? This is what I got slammed against a wall for? How childish.

"Sure", I reply and twist my arm to get it out of the boy's grip. His hand on my shoulder also falls off easily enough as I turn around and fix my shirt and my backpack, which has slid off my shoulder. Well, they sure put a lot of effort into that.

Expectantly, I look at the two that attacked me. But neither of them moves. Are they not done yet? 

I guess not, as a third person approaches me.

This one's also a girl, but she has brown hair instead of blonde. She also wears glasses, and for some reason that makes me want to get a pair too; they just look so good on her! She's very pretty, in general. A cute nose, soft-looking red lips, and brown teddy bear eyes. Oh, and are those freckles splattered on her nose and the soft skin under her eyes? So delicate, they're almost unnoticeable. Oh, wow, she's gotten very close.

"Hi there", she purrs. Yes, she purrs. 

I open my mouth to form whatever stupid response my mind can muster up, but she lifts one slender, perfectly manicured finger. One finger and I instantly slam my mouth shut again. Just like that. She's so pretty.

"What's your name?", she asks.

I guess I'm allowed to speak now. "Y/N." I'm sure only I heard the slight quiver in my voice. Right?

"Great, Y/N. Nice to meet you." She smiles but her voice sounds like she might as well have bared her teeth and dragged imaginary claws down my throat. Somehow the thought doesn't seem as scary to me.

I just nod and eye her carefully. 

"You're new here." It's a statement, not a question. "Well, see you around."

I have a feeling that I will see her. A lot.

She gives me one last dazzling smile and turns on her heel. Her sidekicks wait until she's covered a healthy distance before they tear their taunting gazes away from me and follow her.

Maybe I'm just dumb and really looking to have a reason to hate everything, but I shout after the gorgeous girl: "What's your name?"

"Don't ever talk to me." She doesn't even look back.

Great. Just great. I always love making a fool of myself. Especially in front of weirdly threatening but beautiful girls.