Chapter 12
"Shut the hell up Greyson, Britney has more balls than you'll ever have!"
I rolled my eyes, cautiously avoiding the meaningless drama stirring up in the school hall. One can only dream of insulting Britney, the ultimate music lord. Stopping at my locker, I was roughly shoved over to the side. Riots once again consuming the hall littered with students.
Idiots.
I breathed deeply trying to calm myself before I exploded a week into the new school. All these kids were really stupid. Not even stuck-up, or rich and snobby. They were all just so, mindnumbingly stupid.
I trudged down the hall wondering where Clare and Sam might've hopped off too. As much as I dislike Sammy, she is the only person I know at this school so far. MIght as well use her to my advantage right?
"Oh hey! You're the new girl huh?"
I turned to my right, and acknowledged the new voice. And there stood before me was a pepster. A girl who ate white-strips for breakfast and gave birth to slant rhyming cheers for "The Squad". An absolute delight. I had to look up to meet her eyes, no doubt the five inch wedges giving her a dominant advantage.
I fumbled with my bangs and cleared my throat.
Act like you don't have any opinions on her. Nope. Don't judge, just don't judge. Be self-concious. Just because she has perfect teeth does not mean she's a bitch.
I looked up for a slight second and gave her the most bland and comforming answer possible,
"Um, yeah".
See was that so hard?
She inhaled excitedly and grabbed my bicep.
"Oh my gosh! Wow how exciting! Are you Chinese?" she asked bluntly.
I cracked a smile and let out a forced chuckle. I guess it was a bit too forced since she asked me if I was okay.
And ah yes, Chinese. The only type of Asian.
"Ha-no I'm um, I'm half Japanese, a quarter French, and seven eighths black"
Her eyes widened with disbelief.
"You are not French! Oh my god that's so cool!"
She started hyperventalating and snatched out her iphone-which of course was bedazzled to the point of no return, and texted like a mad man. I frowned then immediatley masked my concern for this poor fellow.
"Yeah..."
"I need to introduce you to my friend! She absolutley loves croissants!"
I furrowed my eybrows and quickly threw away the snarky comment I had in mind. No need to threaten this child. It was a good three minutes before I got irritated with her lack of interaction with me that I hurridly thought of an excuse.
"Oh I'm really sorry but I have to get to class, maybe next time?" I nodded and smiled in a hopeful way while inching away from her slowly.
She gave me a pout, momentarily looking away from her smartphone in regret-whether the fact that she was losing me or her time with her iphone I'll never know- and waved goodbye.
"Okay! By the way, my names Meagan!"
She yelled as she flipped her hair with her manicured hand. Now, how do I even know it was manicured?
The reflection of her nails practically blinded me.
I mumbled under my breath and sped away.
Meagan.
