not from here - mid90s

two.

It was the first day of school and the boys were all sitting around a table in the back of the school talking. Surprisingly enough, all of the boys were there. Or rather... Surprisingly enough, Fuckshit was there.

"I have fucking math. Who puts math the first day back?" The curly haired boy asked.

"Stop fucking complaining dude." Ray replied, annoyed.

That morning, Fuckshit's parents had basically dragged him out of bed and into the car. When they found last semester's report card they weren't happy. He wasn't in school much but he still passed. But just passing wasn't good enough though, not for them. His mom always had to remind him that he had so much potential and how he was wasting it. Ray used to say that too but he was tired of hearing it.

"I didn't think you would come... last year i think i saw you in class like... five times." Fourthgrade said, looking up from his camera.

"My dad threatened to take the car if I didn't go. Fucking bullshit. What the fuck am I supposed to do without my car?" Before anyone could get the chance to say anything else, the bell rang out.

"See you at lunch losers.'' Ray replied with a wide smile and all the boys made their way inside, then going their separate ways.

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It wasn't like Isabella was the shy type but that didn't mean she liked having the spotlight on her. As she walked through school, she could feel everyone's eyes on her. She got it though, she was fresh meat for the week but soon enough they would move on to someone else. Isabella stopped by the principal's office to get her schedule and one of the teachers offered to show her to her first class. The hallway was empty and class had already started. 

"Here it is." The door to the classroom opened and again, she could feel everyone's eyes on her.

"Miss. Sanchez?" The teacher asked.

"That's me." 

"You can take a seat."

She nodded quickly and finally she glanced over to her classmates. What she didn't expect though was to recognize someone. It was the blond guy she had seen skating with his friends the previous night. When their eyes met, he just grinned at her. He was even more good looking up close than she had realized. Quickly she shook that thought from her head and sat down at one of the empty seats in the middle of the room. The lesson flew by fast and Isabella could barely remember what the teacher had said. Math was one of those subjects you either understood well or not at all, she fell into the not at all category.

The bell rang and everyone flooded out in the hallways. She took her notebook and moved forward, into the sea of people. 

"Ey yo, you're not from here."Isabella heard a voice behind her and quickly turned her head, surprised to see the curly blond walking up next to her.

"No... I'm not." 

"What's your name?"

"Isabella. and you?" 

"Fuckshit." With that smile on his face as he spoke, she could tell that he was a smooth talker. She frowned and then moved her gaze forward. 

"Fuckshit? Your parents must have hated you." He just grinned at her reply and moved on to the next subject.

"You saw me yesterday, didn't you?" Isabella was surprised he remembered her but also surprised that he even brought it up. She shrugged, she didn't exactly want to admit that she had been caught staring at him yesterday.

"I don't know, did I?"

 "So, it was you." A smirk was displayed on his lips after he spoke.

"I'm throwing a party on friday, you should come." Fuckshit grabbed her notebook and wrote down his address on it with a smiley face next to it.

"We'll see..."

"See you on Friday, new girl!" And with that he disappeared into the crowd. She looked down at her notebook with the address scribbled down and then put it down into her bag. Isabella had to think about it...