Bull-shit, I Don't Do Love

Chapter 2 - In which the clichés continue.

It sucked even more when I walked in, twenty minutes late to my first period. I'd wanted to slip in, apologize for being late and quickly high tail it to my seat without attracting too much attention, but no. The teacher, Mr. Pedro or Peter or something, started yelling at me about being tardy and how I should know by now how to find his class. It wasn't until I explained that I was a new student that he calmed down. He quickly changed his attitude, apologizing for calling me out, showed me where my seat was and continued with his explanation of the syllabus.

I sat quietly in the back of the class, staring at the clock. Finally, after what felt like forever, I booked it out of the hell hole they call a math class. But not without hearing the teacher yell a reminder to arrive to class on time and my classmates' snickering as they left.

I arrived to second period as the bell rang, having spent the entire 5 minute passing period trying to find the classroom. I figured out quickly that Glacier High was a bitch and had three stories, not two, like I was used to, and had the worst numbering system ever invented. The third floor was the hundreds, the second the two hundreds and the bottom floor the three hundreds. Seems simple enough right? Wrong. They forgot to mention that random classrooms like the gym, the art rooms and the science labs are all five hundreds. I got lucky and found my second period, Art 1, by accident. Note to self; memorize the map of this god forsaken school tonight.

The art teacher, Mrs. Talia seemed pretty cool, if not a little nuts. Then again, most art teachers are, aren't they? Maybe it's a requirement. Must be somewhat clinically insane to become an art teacher. If you enjoy saying random things that don't really make sense and confuse a person, that's a bonus.

I found third period without any issues, thank God it was in the same hallway as my first period. It was Psychology, with Ms. Serra. She was a short, dark haired woman who was quick with comebacks against her students' smart remarks. I liked her instantly. I had a feeling this class was going to be one of my favorites.

About half way through class, once Ms. Serra had finished skimming over her syllabus, the girl next to me turned in her seat so she was facing me. "Hi! I'm Angela." She had long, wavy, blonde hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She smiled brightly at me with a perfect set of pearly white teeth. She could be a model, or in a toothpaste commercial. I smiled back hesitantly, "Hi. I'm Ana. Ana Valentine. I'm -"

"New here. Yeah, I figured. I've known everyone in the entire senior class since 8th grade. It's easy to tell a new face." Oh good. Everyone knows everyone. It's like I walked into a cliché small town movie. Angela went on explaining who the hot shots and sports jocks and snobby pops were. My head was spinning from all the new names and places by the time she was done. She asked me about my family and my old school.

"It wasn't all that exciting. My mom, my little sister and I just moved here. My parents just got divorced." She looked at my sadly, "No pity, girl. It's not a big deal. I knew it was coming." I tried for a smile. "Anyway, what were you saying about that guy, Kyle? The one who won homecoming king last year?" Angela quickly launched into another story. She didn't push any more about my family and for that I was grateful.

After third period was lunch and I had been dreading it all day, but before I could decide whether or not I was going to try and find the library or just ditch all together, Angela was dragging me to her lunch table. No one even stared at me as we sat down; they simply smiled at Angela, waved at me and continued talking to one another. I spent a moment looking around the cafeteria. It was large, most of it was surrounded by floor to ceiling windows with a view of a valley down below, a mountain range stood behind the valley, almost too picturesque to be real. The cafeteria itself was tiered, like a giant stairway. The bottom level being the widest rectangle had the most tables; it was where I noticed a lot of lower classmen sat. The second tier, where we were seated, was just as long as the bottom tier but slimmer. Finally the third tier, situated next to the student store and shaped as a square, where a few tables were set up. Most of the people seated at them looked to be seniors.

"Angela?" The bubbly voice came from the girl next to me. She was short, probably 5'4'', with long, brown hair. She had bright, excited, green eyes and perfectly tanned skin. I thought her name was Ellie. Angela turned to her with a smile. "Ang, did you tell the new girl about Shauna?"

Angela laughed. Her laugh was light, sounding almost like bells. "New girl's name is Ana. And no, I forgot to mention the evil hag." She laughed again.

A small smile graced my lips, "Evil hag? Please explain."

Ellie pointed a perfectly manicured nail toward the topmost tier. "See the tall, brunette with the pink top?"

I searched the group. It took me a moment but I spotted whom she was pointing out. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. "Let me guess? She's queen bee. Long legs, super rich, deadly gorgeous. Can get any guy she wants. And she's a total bitch?"

The girls around me laughed. Angela clapped her hands, "Very nice job. How'd you know?"

Because everything here seems to be as cliché as it comes. "Lucky guess."

The table quickly fell into a train wreck of gossip. I heard so many different stories in the next twenty minutes, I didn't know whether to believe Shauna was a witch who cast spells on any girl who looked at her boyfriend or the daughter of a murderer who knew how to snap a person's neck with her bare hands. She didn't seem all that threatening to me.

The bell that signaled the end of lunch sounded and I found myself sad to leave the group. When I revealed that my next class was Government with a Mr. Bolder, Ellie shrieked excitedly and dragged me away from the table. I waved goodbye to Angela and let myself be pulled to class. Mr. Bolder was on the third floor, so we marched up three flights of stairs. Ellie seemed to know exactly where she was going, so I just let her lead. Not that I had a choice, with her vice grip on my arm.

I was feeling pretty good by this point. I met some new friends, I was feeling good about my new classes. I'd almost forgotten about the terrible morning I had. But it all came flooding back when I stepped into Mr. Bolder's class room, because sitting in the corner seat, looking as deadly and sexy as I'd seen him this morning, was Xavier.

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Of course, I didn't know at the time that's what his name was. I'd just thought, 'Oh shit. It's that dick from this morning.' He was talking to another kid, also tall, also donned up in black and leather, so he hadn't seen me walk in. I quickly grabbed Ellie's arm and dragged her to the opposite corner. As we sat down in our seats, my back to Xavier and her next to me, she looked at me questionably.

"Girl. You're acting weird? I know we only just met but if you're a paranoid freakazoid, you gotta clue me in."

I laughed quietly. "Sorry. I met the kid over in the corner this morning in the hall. I might have pissed him off of a bit."

She glanced around me and I felt my stomach drop when her eyes widened. "Xavier? You pissed off Xavier?" What she said next caused shivers to go down my spine. "Well, damn girl. Haven't even finished your first day and you're already in deep shit."

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That last line. You pissed off Xavier? Almost was was pissed on? Autocorrect hates me. :)

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