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It was the day back from christmas break. I had all new outfits planned in my head. my return from mexico had overfilled my closet. i look at myself in the mirror, posing in my new outfit. a cute pink off the shoulder knit top with flared jeans.

i took a couple of mirror selfies before heading out of the door into my dad's car. the car was crowded and loud with my little siblings and my oldest being the only calm ones.

i had a big family. my two older brothers were the most nonchalant and most popular out of the family. the younger one wanted to be like them and it shows.

my little sisters were always arguing over games and my two other older sisters were in their own planet. one was geeky, nature loving, and booksmart. the other cared way too much for popularity.

in my school, there are two types of people. the popular stuck up bitches who get good grades, play sports, and talk about stanleys or lululemon.

and then there's my group.

my group consists of bitches who love to party.. something my sister would never ever circulate herself near. she would never dare to sip a bit of alcohol or smoke a blunt.

think of it as euphoria vs the cleaner plastics. way different.

my mother doesn't associate me with that group because she knows nothing about it. in her eyes, i'm a top student (i cheat on tests), who loves her job, and a fashionista. my mother thinks of me as an angel

..but that's just because i haven't been caught yet.

"enjoy your guys' day!" my mom says as she drops us all off. my school is a pk-12 school. pretty damn big and social. everyone has their own style, but it isn't all positivity wherever you go.

my kind of people weren't very nice. i kept my mouth shut unless necessary.

i walk my way over to the front office where i see my friend, gisella. she gives me a big hug. "bitchh! how was mexico?!" she asks. "girll you already know how it was. my daily snaps weren't telling you already?!" i reply.

she squeals in excitement and then looks over at her boyfriend who was coming down the hall. she walks over to him and i follow.

daniel had two men next to him. one was a freshman who was related to gisella and the other had to have been a new student. "hi baby!" she hugs daniel, giving him multiple kisses everywhere.

"hey! have you gotten your schedule yet?" he asks. "noo!" gisella replies. "come with us then. we were just going to get ours." the new student gives me an awfully desperate look.

to foreshadow a bit, i didn't really think of him as much.

i mean sure.. he was attractive but looks don't define anything to me. his stare was a check out kind of stare. i didn't really like it. i knew from experience that men who stare at you that way are only interested in other things.

my values were too high up. daniel and gisella had the kind of relationship i had always longed for: the kind where you could go on family trips together and sneak out to do things.

that kind of life was the life i fiend.

the new transfer watched as gisella and daniel conversed and then we got straight to moving. we headed towards the guidance office. there, we each got our schedules and went our seperate ways into our classrooms.

i still felt the new student's eyes on me, but ignored it. i was used to that kind of look. that's what i liked about daniel

he didn't pull shady shit and really loved gisella. the last boyfriend she had hit me up after they broke up. gisella is my bestfriend. i'd never do anything to wrong her.

the ex she had was quickly blocked because i do not PLAY.

anywhom, i get to my first period class and it's boring per usual. just an introduction to the class. the rest of the classes except my usual classes were the exact same.

during third period, i had recieved a text from layla, one of my bestfriends.

layla:
come to the east wing bathroom
i got a cart

me:
otw bbggg

i raise my hand in the perfect moment. classroom silence. "may i go to the bathroom?" i ask. mr. leban rolls his eyes. "sure." he already knew i'd take ten minutes considering lunch was going on.

he was a pretty chill teacher. he didn't mind it but i could tell it was getting old. this school has mostly stoners, so it didn't bother him enough to snitch. a lot of people here do drugs.. that's how highschool is.. well atleast mine.

i head towards the east wing highschool when suddenly i see the new transfer again. he gives me the same look. for whatever reason, my mouth decided to drift into a smile.

i was flattered?? i held the smile in until he walked past. why was i flattered? i receive stares and comments daily and everywhere i go. this shouldn't phase me. whatever. i walk into the bathroom and give layla a huge hug.

she sneaks the cart into my pocket. "thank youu!" i say. i walk into a stall, hitting the cart and exhaling in the corner of the stall. "you know that new transfer student?" i ask. "i don't know his name but i do know him" layla replies.

"he's in my english class. why? what's up?" she asks. "i dunno. has he been giving you these fuck boy type of looks?" i ask her because she's pretty as well.

"mm.. no.. he's always on his phone during class but pretends to be listening when the teacher turns around." she replies. "i only see him talk to daniel and luis." of course he knows my brother. "luis? okay.."

"so when are you putting me on with luis?" she jokes. i laugh the smoke out, resulting in a cough. "shhh girl!" she giggles. "in your dreams. my brother is off limits." i say. "finee!" she groans.

i step out of the stall and sneak her cart back. "see you!" i smile as i walk out, the effects making its way towards me. this bathroom trip surprisingly only took five minutes.

"wow. this might be the shortest amount of time you've been gone." my teacher teases as i sit down. i give off a cocky smile.