The Sassmasters

Don't Believe Me JUST WATCH!

Zoelle's POV

RRRIIINNGG!!!

NONONOOOOOOO.

"SHUT UP!" I yell at no one. Slamming my hand on my bedside table, I take out the alarm clock with one swing, causing it to shut up.

Bleary-eyed, I gaze at my bedroom wall. Wait. I HAVE SCHOOL TODAY. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I facepalm. That had been the reason for the alarm clock. Now I remember.

Groaning, I sit up in bed, but I continue to stare at the wall, deep in thought. What will the other kids think of me? Will I be shunned? Will I survive? WILL I DIE?????? Okay... that last thought was not necessary.

I dash around my room, slipping into a green (GREEENNNN) tank top and dark blue skinny jeans and putting my hair up into a ponytail. Running downstairs, I call out, "Bye mom!" I don't hear her response before I'm outside. I make my way to the bus stop and freeze. OH NO.

The crazy girl was there already. She stands alone, clicking on her Blackberry. Her wavy black hair is swept perfectly over her shoulder. She doesn't notice me coming until I'm right next to her. That's when she jumps up in surprise.

"YOU FREAK!!" She screeches. "NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?!" I shrink back, and murmur back an apology. She continues, "GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF HERE AND-"

"Britt, she's new. She's not used to your sarcasm." I shakily turn and find the same boy standing behind me, looking concerned. Britt sees him too, and huffs unhappily. "Whatever." She stomps off as far as possible from me. The boy sighs, and shuffles off as well.

What a great thing to start to my day.

Britt's POV

Okay, now that I rethink it, I may have been a little too cruel to her. I didn't realize she was unfamiliar, and screamed in her face, probably scarring her forever. Another enemy made.

Maybe I can apologize. When we arrive at the college , I look around for her.

Wenston College is an old place that's is so near my home I don't need a dorm. It's not famous and has a low academic score, but I prefer the peace even though I enjoy popularity. Strange? Yeah. I like myself creating fame instead.

I spot her brown curls, and stalk her to the office. I hide outside, and block her path when she comes back out. She stumbles, and her eyes widen in fear when she spots me. My guilt rises immediately.

"What do you want?" She spits out. Now it's my turn to apologize.

"Eh, um, I want to apologize for this morning. I forgot you were new, and acted like you were someone I knew for years. Only they would take is as a joke."

She doesn't seem to buy it. "I don't think so. You acted like you wanted to bully me. Believe me, you won't be able to do that." I look at her small figure, her bold face and clenched fists.

"Sure you can," I reply simply. Snarling like a cornered animal, she glares at me.

"Anything else? No offense, you're creepy." That hits me. Hard. That was what I was afraid of. Right off, she found my weak point. I flinch and move aside to let her pass.

As she goes, I call, "I'll prove you wrong." She rolls her eyes, but I see that it portrays hope. I watch as she walks off to her first class. I will prove it.

To show the whole-wide world my vow, I start singing Uptown Funk in my loud but melodic voice.

"DON'T BELIEVE ME, JUST WATCH!"