Emma
*The next day at school*
A new student came to school today.
I didn't like the look of her.
She walks in. The most obnoxious air of confidence flows around her and crashes into people in waves.
Don't get me wrong, she was gorgeous. Her luscious red head of hair reaches all the way down to her hips, her lips lined with a sheen layer of gloss, and her ears adorned with more piercings than I could name.
She was fucking gorgeous. She knows she is.
And I didn't like it.
She walks in and the teacher tells her to introduce herself, but I honestly couldn't care less.
I zoned out then started daydreaming about jake. I stared at the back of his head and sighed. I wish I was in the seat next to him, but he keeps his bag there, and never lets anyone sit next to him. I stare at his broad shoulders, wondering how they would feel if I were to touch them. Oh how lovely Jake was, he would be such a good boyfriend. I just wish he could be mine. The things I would do to make him mine...
"...-elcome our new student, please treat her with kindness." Mrs. Jackson said. "Now please, go take a seat in any spot that is empty" she taps the girl's shoulder before returning back to the board.
I crossed my arms and stared at her in annoyance as she looked around the room. She must've caught my glare before she moved her eyes to somewhere else. Good, feel my stink eye bitch. I scrunch my nose as I stare at her face. How much makeup is she even wearing? I could never. I'm not like other girls, I'm too pretty and natural that I don't need makeup. All of these girls try too hard.
"Emma?" I snapped out of my thoughts. "Emma, could you please go get the papers that I printed?" Mrs. Jackson asked impatiently
I look up, flustered. "Yes ma'am, sorry." I murmured.
"Room 405." she sighed.
What? Room 405? That's all the way across the school! What the hell?
"What happened to the printer next door?" I gasped.
"It went out of order." she sighed and rubbed her temples. "Apparently some kid slammed another kid into the door leading into the printer room and broke the printers. Enough talking, just go. We've already wasted enough time."
I groan before reluctantly starting my journey down the hall. Great.
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I reach the printers, out of breath and completely exhausted. Since when was climbing 4 flights of stairs this hard?
As I got to the bottom of the stairs I suddenly trip and knock into someone below me.
"Ah fuck!" I screamed as the stranger moved out of the way. I fell onto the floor and my glasses got knocked off my head again. Papers fly all around the air as I wince from the pain of the impact. Why does this always happen to me? I hate having to wear glasses.
"Oh shoot, sorry, that was my bad." a deep voice said to me.
I scoff and start picking up all the papers I dropped. I see a pair of veiny hands helping to grab some of the papers that landed behind me. I nearly told the man to fuck off. I didn't need help!
The stranger handed me my glasses. I muttered a small thanks then put them on, before reaching to take back the rest of the papers. Our hands grazed each other as I took the papers. I could feel how cold the metal rings on his hands were. I quickly snatched the papers back, walking away before he could say anything else.
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