When A Player Gets Rejected

Chapter 2.

C h a p t e r    T w o .

High school.

Some people's worse nightmare. Some people's best dream. I guess I fell in the latter category back at home since I was rich- in fact the richest person in that school- with the best looking guy in my arms. I had the grades and the popularity and the fact that I used to be a rebel scored me plenty of attention every time I entered that place.

A lot of people wanted to be my friend; some truly wanted to get to know me while others wanted to get close to be in hopes of climbing up the social ladder. But I never did really mind because I knew who were my true friends and who to stay clear of. I was sure who were my true friends after high school, and who weren't after I left my posh and snobby secondary school back in Mayfair.

I was determined to make sure that this time around in a new high school, I would change everything. I wouldn't attract any attention and simply lay low. I didn't even need to make any friends since I would be leaving for London soon again.

As I checked my appearance one last time in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel anxious. The sickening feeling of my stomach churning was making me feel even more scared and nervous. This wasn't like me. Just because of that those men, my whole life has been ruined.

The old me would never get nervous and wear such conservative clothes. She would probably turn up in a pair of hot pants and a crop top- which showed nearly everything. Yet this person standing in front of me was wearing a pair of decent shorts- it wasn't her preference as it was too hot in this state to wear anything else- and a modest loose t-shirt with a pair of converses. She looked so plain and ordinary: completely different to her old self who would look like a supermodel that had stepped out of a photo shoot and oozed sex appeal.

Wait. Why was I comparing my old self to this lifeless and dull person I had changed to? I was never going to go back, so there was no point remembering her- she was the past. And this is the present and I had to start afresh. No more thinking of my old life, I repeated over and over again in my head.

With that, I stepped out of my somewhat homely house and I made my way to my flashy car, my hands shaking slightly in anxiety, thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong. Everyone has seen Mean Girls, and I didn't want to end up in the toilets eating lunch- which is totally unhygienic by the way. Everybody knew of the cliched cliques in American high school, and I didn't want to be judged.

As soon as I left the safety of my car, I was forced to deal with the curious glances of the students. Tugging the hem of my loose t-shirt, I could hear my Mother's taunting at the back of my head, demanding me to look up and be confident. However, I couldn't do that anymore. I physically couldn't do it any longer. As I walked to the office, I literally felt the gazes of the entire student population on my back. It wasn't hard to discern the heated and lustful gazes of the men and the envious and scrutinizing glares the girls were hitting me with. Looking down at the floor, I headed to where I was supposed to meet my new headteacher.

After roaming the campus for a little while, searching for the office, I finally stumbled upon the small building with 'OFFICE' written in fading letters. In front of it, stood a balding, middle aged male with a beer belly sticking out from his plaid suit. Beside the man- whom I was assuming was the headteacher- was a girl and a boy who seemed to be around my age, maybe even a year older. I almost laughed at the two students because of how different they looked. The girl had dyed red hair that swayed side to side as she bounced up and down excitedly. With a blinding smile, her body exuded in happiness and excitement. She was like a high Barbie. The guy who stood behind the girl glanced at me indifferently because playing with the girl's hair. Black hair was ruffled on top of his head as he wrapped an arm around her. Everything from his slouched posture and scowl told me that he'd rather be anywhere but here.