Chapter One:
Ryder's POV
Monday
I walk down the hall, fast and sharp, pushing everyone out of my way that I could. This made no sense. Why was there a group meetingnow? Right at the beginning of school. Why not at the end like it usually is? "Must be really important," I think to myself. I finally get outside, after what felt like endless moments of being shoved and stepped on. Don't they know who I am?
I stop right next to the "cool" table outside and sit down in my regular spot. Sitting across from me is the only other girl who is more popular than me, Teressa Kendrick. She smiles a fake, totally plastered smile at me and I return the favor. Annabel Wiser is sitting next to me, and sitting next to her is Marcie Quill. I silently tap my foot on the cement, trying to figure out what we were called here for.
"Girls, I'm guessing you're all wondering why I pulled you here this early. Well, I've got some good news, and some bad news," Teressa began. "The good news is, I'm going out with Jack. Bad news, I have a D+, and if I don't get it up, my mom said that I'm going to go to a private school where you have to wear uniforms that are repulsive and disgusting. I'm going to need a tutor."
We all look at her in horror. A look of shock waves over my face, because she was looking at me when she said the word, "tutor" which I want nothing to do with. I amnota tutor. I'm a prep. We don't tutor, even if it's for other preps. We only tutor if it's for someone we don't like and to give them all the wrong answers, or to get revenge on them for doing something to us that we didn't like.
"Ryder, I assume you will tutor me," Teressa said with the sweetest smile she could muster. I give a weak smile and try to nod, but as it would seem I couldn't, so I just give her a thumbs up and another weak smile.
"But, like, why is your mom being so uptight all of a sudden. I mean, isn't she like, cool and stuff?" Annabel asked. I groan on the inside. I hate how we talk sometimes. I mean, I never talk like that. The word like is highly over used and pathetic. It should only be used to compare things, in my opinion.
"Yeah, normally," Teressa says. "But not today. She says she's tired of my grades slipping and she doesn't have anything good to brag about me anymore. And that's offending, because just look at me, this beauty is perfection. Wouldn't you guys agree?" We all nod. We know better than to double cross Teressa, or to get onto her bad side.
"I think that's stupid. Who cares about grades and futures when you have money?" Marcie said. They all knew that I was the smartest one sitting at this table, and that I do care about my future, so they were pretending that I wasn't there, which was okay with me. I was used to being ignored, since I used to be a loser loner kid that nobody liked or really talked to. But that is a thing of the past that I'd rather not remember.
"Well, I don't know. Probably all of those stupid geeks, freaks and losers," Said Teressa. She rolled her eyes and snapped her finger. "Well, meeting is over. Better get to class before we get bitched out by the freak show teachers we have." Teressa rolled her eyes again and got up. We got up and I smoothed out my sky blue skirt and unrolled the bottom of my white spaghetti strap Cami top. I calmly and proudly straighten out my figure and started heading down towards the main doors that lead into the lobby of the school.
I walk into the building, and stop as I see Teressa heading towards a group of emo kids, one of the girls with black and red hair crying, and a guy with pure black hair holding her. I knew what was about to go down, and I didn't want to be around when it did. I turn and hurry down the hallway towards my locker. My heels clicked loudly on the floor and echoed on the walls.
