TDHS: Freshman Year

Chapter 2

Bridgette smiled at her now new group of friends.

There was Devon James, or DJ (as he prefered to be called), who was a tall, chocolaty-tanned muscular teen who wore a white cap, a tee with the letter D on it, some jeans, and converses and had brown hair. Although he acted like an animal loving softy, he knew how to take care of his friends when needed.

Then, there is Gwen who was a short paled-skinned girl who wore a long sleeve striped blue and gray shirt with a blue and black mini shorts with fishnet leggings and black combat boots up to her mid shin with blueand black dyed hair. She was a 'chill' girl, as Geoff described her, and under all her toughness, was a really cool.

And last but not least, Duncan.

"Wow, your friends sound really cool. Did you guys go to a different middle school or something?" Bridgette asked, interested in the party dude.

He nodded. "Wawan Junior High, on the other side of town. Turns out there's no highschool over there, brah."

He tipped his cowboy hat up as Coach Hammock walked towards the two, glaring at Geoff. Him and Bridgette held their noses immediately from the sudden rank of a specific Coach.

"Mr. McHannington, I think you know the rules. No hats!"
He yelled with a booming voice, snatched the hat off of his head, and placed it under his sweaty under arms; the hat reaking of mold and mildew instantly. "You may retrieve it back later today."

Geoff held his nose, making his voice sound weird. "Nah, its cool, brah, you can keep it!" The Coach smiled and grabbed the hat and placed it on his head, allowing the reaking smell of his under arms to evacuate and pollute the perfectly-well-decent air around him.

The smell knocked out five kids, making Alejandro, a meer ninth grader who is already the most popular 9th grader on the first day, thrown up from his weak stomach.

"W-Well, I'll see you later... Coach dude..." Geoff grabbed Bridgette's hand and sped walked away from the fowl air.

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"And... Locker number 324.. thats near my locker area, dudette, I can totally show you the way!" Geoff and Bridgette walked down the stairway to the locker floor to place their belongings into their lockers before First block. Bridgette nodded and stared at the lockers, awaiting to pass #324. "Cool."

They stopped at their lockers and placed their belongings. "So, do you surf?" Bridgette asked Geoff and closed her locker, locking it on the way. Geoff nodded. "Probably not as much as you though. You would be killer on those monster waves!" Bridgette giggled, walking with Geiff to their first block.

"What class do you have first block?" Bridgette asked as they strolled across the garden of flowers to reach the 9th grade building. They walked the stoned path across the school garden, Geoff looking at the sheet.

"Apparently Science for me." Geoff groaned.

"I have science, too!" Bridgette smiled.

"Maybe it won't be so bad then," Geoff smiled back, causing Bridgette to blush lightly, "I do have a hot babe in my class."

"Well, I do a pretty hot guy in my class as well."

They laughed at their flirtatious remarks and took their sweet time talking to each other. They shares few similarities, but enjoying their company. By the time they reached the 9th grade building, they were fifteen minutes late.

Bridgette noticed there was nobody in the hallway. "Geoff, what time is it?"

Geoff looked at his watch, his eyes widening. "Holy shit! Its 9:15!"

Bridgette's mouth was agape. "Well, we have to go! Now!"

They ran towards the science room, nearly twenty minutes late. Opening the door, all eyes were on them, including Principal McLean. He just had to make the 9th grade science class his class visit of the day.

Courtney, sitting on the first row, gave Bridgette a 'Where in the heck were you?' Look. Bridgette stared down at the ground, feeling a bit ashamed of allowing a guy to allow her to be late.

"Bridgette. Geoff," He tapped his wrist watch with an eyebrow raised, "you're a bit..late."

"Oh, sorry du- I mean, sir. I guess we lost track in time, man."

The teacher, Mrs. Dakota, tapped the ground angrily. "Don't make it a habit, or I will get the principal again. This is Science Class, not Let's-Skip Class." She flipped her blonde and green hair. "Now, take a seat!"

Bridgette and Geoff sat in the middle row quickly; Bridgette clumsily bumping into some on the way. The class snickered in responce.

"Now class, let us begin the lesson!"

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Courtney walked down the crowded hallway with Bridgette, smithering her with lecures of "Why we should NOT skip class on the Boy degree".

"Therefore, you should not, not ever, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS, skip class, from a boy." Bridgette groaned happily from it finally being over. Although she loves her bestie to pieces, the five minute lecture made her want to blow her brains out of its sockets.

"I get it, Courtney. I get it. Sorry." Bridgette apoligises, mumbling something under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Courtney raised her eyebrow. "Well, did you meet anybody co-" She was interupped, running into a girl, knocking them both onto the ground.

"Oh, sorry!" Courtney got up off of the girl, offering to help her out.

"Ugh! You, bitch!" The gurl got up, she had raven black hair and coal eyes glaring daggers at her. She also wore a black crop top with white and red pants that now had a scuff from Courtney's wedges. "You messed up my new Hillary and Co. pants!"

Courtney frowned. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean t-" Courtney was yet again interuppted with a slap to the face. She stood there in shock, touched her cheek and winced.

Heather scoffed and turned around, and began towalk away before Courtney grabbing her hair and twisted her around, square punching her to the ground. Heather cried out in pain, as Bridgette held Courtney back. Some people around her, like LeShawna and Gwen, enemies of Heather's, cheered on.

"What is going on around here?" Mrs. Dakota walked in, folding her arms at the two. Vice Principal Hatchet helped Heather on her feet.

"She, just attacked me! Courtney Barlow is crazy!" Heather faked cried, wincing at the pain.

LeShawna stepped in. "Now I think we ALL know Heather slapped Courtney first!"

"No, Carol like, totally started it first!" Linsday stepped in, folding her arms.

"Either or, you both have detention." Mrs. Dakota frowned and walked back into the room.

"What?" Heather and Couetney saif in illusion.

"You heard her, Maggots, and if you skip, you get two days added on!" He said, walking out of the hallway.

Ugh!

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