Accidentally In Love

Chapter 7: Second Day

The Next day...

Alrighty, second day at a new school. I survived the first day, so I'm assuming I'm capable of surviving the rest. At least now I know who and what to look out for and who and what is ok.

I've realized that overall in school, just look out for that Skylor chick-that tried to hit Truett and I with her car. And I have to look out for Tatum's friends. Maybe Jaylen too, but I don't think he's a threat. I think he's just a golden boy. Which isn't always bad.

Now on my good list, we got half on Tatum at the moment-as I'm still a little confused about her new behaviour. Or maybe she has always been this way. Then we got Knox. He's cool. But I can't seem to keep my thoughts composed about him when he's around. He makes me think things I've never thought. It's weird.

We also have Tripp on the good list. I like him. He's nice, and funny. He also seems really close with Knox, which is a good sign.

And lastly, pretty much the whole band is on my good list. I got some sort of cult initiation upon entering. It was kind of scary at first and they started chanting the band Alma Mater in a creepy way, all circling around me and holding hands, but it was cool. I was instantly accepted into my clarinet section, with the leader being a dude named Adrien, who's a senior.

There's 8 clarinets in total, 4 of them actually being guys. At my old school it was a rarity for a guy to be a clarinet player. So it's really cool when there actually is one. And Adrien is first chair. And no offence to my gender at all, but the best clarinet players are usually men. No clue why, but it just happens. Adrien for example, he is really good.

I am once again grabbing and throwing the contents of my wardrobe out onto my floor. There's not a lot of girly things I do, but I am one of those "I have nothing to wear" people with a closet filled with clean clothes. I always find something though. Usually I just throw something on.

I find my skinny blue jeans, and grab my blue and white sweater to go with it. This sweater has those thumb-hole things at the end of the sleeves. I don't know why I find those so cool, but they are. It also makes me feel...safer, in a way? I don't know. I usually have a long sleeve of some sort on, and I pull it down over my hands when I'm nervous or anxious. Which is all of the time.

After slipping on my clothes and putting on my shoes, I walk to the bathroom. In there, I brush my hair as well as my teeth, and spray a single spray of perform on. Scented Japanese Cherry Blossom. This stuff is good.

I race back to my backpack, tripping over my rug in the process, and fall next to my bag.

"Ouch..." Hope neighbor guy didn't just happen to be infront of the window. That would have been embarrassing.

I slowly move my head up to look out the window just in case. I let out a relieved breath when I see no one is there, and fall back over on the floor. Thank the lord.

I throw a pencil as well as my jacket, just in case, into my backpack. Standing, I sling my bag over my shoulder and head on down the stairs into the kitchen. Truett makes his way down the stairs at the same time I do.

But...our walking slows the farther we get down the stairs, hearing our parents.

"You always have to fucking lie, Margot. Just own up to your shit. You check out a guy, just fucking tell me! Don't try to hide it. 'Oh, I wasn't looking at him!' It's bullshit." A frown makes it's way onto my face and I realize I've completely stopped. They're back at this again...

"I didn't look at those guys, Griffin! Grow up! And what the hell gives you the right to tell me I'm not aloud to be a normal human being a depict whether someone is nice looking or not! It's not like I'm screwing people behind your back!" My mom argues back. I wish he would just stop.