Hate You Too.

Chap. 2

I walked in the doors when the bell rang. I made my way to the office through the throngs of students. There's a lady behind the counter with a grey bob and cheery eyes. She smiled at me and said, "Hey hun, what's your name?"

"Jane Anderson." I replied.
"Oh yes, Jane." She smiled again. "Our new student. My name is Cindy. Here is your schedule and a map of the school. Enjoy your day!"

I walked out of the office and away from that terribly cheery lady. What was her name again? I just hope that all the teachers aren't that cherry.

I made my way to homeroom, class 2048. My schedule goes as follows:
Homeroom, 2048
World History, 1763
Gym, 2651
Home Economics, 1983
Chemistry, 2135
Algebra, 1276
Choir, 2914
Art, 1652

This school has a weird schedule. In my old school, there was A day and B day, 10 classes total, 5 a day. In this school, there is 7 classes, plus homeroom, in a day. It'll take some adjusting.

I walked into homeroom and all eyes were on me. It was strange being in the center of attention. The teacher walked in and introduced the class. "Good morning students. I am your homeroom teacher, Ms. Gouldberg. We have a new student joining us today that wasn't here last year. Jane Anderson?"

"Right here, Ms." I replied back.

"Okay Miss Anderson. Tell the class a little bit about yourself."

"I grew up in New York, NY. My dad got a job offer here and here I am, I guess." I said shyly.

"Okay Jane. Go sit next to Adam Quincy. Back there in the back."

I dodged the backpacks and flying limbs and walked to the back. I sat down and looked to my left.

Adam looked like the typical bad boy. He had a small lip piercing, a tattoo on his bicep, green eyes, and brown hair that flipped over his eyes in the front. It was cut short in the back. He was wearing dark jeans and a navy blue v-neck. I saw a bracelet on his right arm. It was simple and black. The girls near the front were shooting daggers at me through their eyes. It was probably because I was sitting next to Adam. I have to admit, he was hot.

"Are you done checking me out?"

"Huh?"

"Are you done checking me out." He said it more like a statement this time. He caught my eyes and examined my face.

"Um. I-I wasn't, um, staring a-at, um, you." I stammered.

"It's okay. I know I'm sexy," he said with a smirk. I didn't reply. I'm more of the type to think than talk. I mean, you can't plan a murder out loud. Haha.

The bell rang signaling the end of the 20 minuet homeroom. I gathered my things quickly and ran out the door to my next class, World History. I'm not a big fan of history but I pass.

I walked into the class and bumped into someone. The teacher. His name badge said Mr. Duffin. He was a cheery guy as well. He welcomed me with a warm smile and a good morning. He had salt and pepper hair and wore a tie with a button up. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks when I realized who I had bumped into. "Sorry sir."

"It's okay," he smiled. "You must be the new student. Jane, right?"

"Yep," I said popping the 'p'. "Here I am."

"Well, have a seat," he said as the class started filling up with noise and students. I went and sat in the back. Alone. I looked down at the text book and got started on the worksheet that Mr. Duffin handed out. I heard, and felt, a backpack slam down on the desk next to mine. I looked up. Guess who I saw?

Adam Quincy.
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A/N: Cliffhanger!! I just couldn't help myself! I'm so sorry if the book is off to a rocky start. As I said before, I am not a writer!
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