chlamydia // cth

tahi

"hi, um, i'm waverly fletcher." 

"where's your wand?" an obnoxious voice calls out from behind me. without hesitation, i turn around and hold up my middle finger, smiling sweetly. the boy, who i noticed has blonde and blue hair chuckled at me, and then returned his attention to his friends. 

"that wasn't very polite sweetie," the old lady at the front desk tuts me "i'm not sure what you did when you were home schooled, but here at westfield high we don't be rude to one another." she explains with a cheery voice.

i can't help but get slightly annoyed at her annoying, high pitched voice.

"well teasing the new girl on her first day isn't very polite either. anyway, could i please have my timetable?" i ask, getting slightly impatient with the old lady in front of me. with a huff and disapproving glance, she hands it over to me, and i smile falsely and turn around.

as i wander down the halls filled with students hanging out before the first bell, i trail my eyes over each locker number until i finally spot locker number 237, my locker. i pull it open, and it lets out a loud screech. suddenly, all my fellow peers turn around and stare straight at me. i can feel my cheeks heat up, and i quickly stuff my bag's contents inside of the metal box. i ignore the stares that i'm receiving, and make my way to my first class, which was geography. my timetable says i need to go to l27, and having no idea what it meant, i tapped the closest shoulder to me.

i come face to face with a beautiful girl, with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. 

"hi!" she chirps, and i can't help but smile at her bubbly personality. 

"hey, um, i'm kinda new here, and i have no idea where l27 is. could you please show me?" i ask, trying to use my manners. something that i don't use often.

"geography right? i'm going there too!" she giggles, and then holds out her hand to me "i'm arden."

"i'm waverly." i say as i take her and, and arden pulls me into a hug, which i gladly accept. we pull apart, and then she starts walking towards the classroom, i assume.

"waverly is a cool name. hey, what school did you come from?" arden makes small talk, which i'm glad about, because i can't start small talk for shit. 

"um, i was homeschooled. this is actually the first time i've attended a school." i trail off awkwardly

"oh! i'll give you the run-down then." arden dramatically rubs her hands together. "pretty much, all the girls are slutty bitches. and all the guys are dicks." 

"sounds brilliant." i quickly reply.  

arden lets out a small laugh, which i smile at.

"sarcasm. i like it. i might keep you around a little longer." she jokes, and i stick my tongue out at her in return.

"if everyone here pretty much sucks, who do you hang out with?" i wonder out loud

"oh, well, usually i hang out with luke, mikey, cal and ash. they're the only people in this school i can even slightly stand. plus you now! i think i like you better than them already." she sends me a flirty wink, and a giggle escapes my lips. 

we stop walking and i look at the door that's labelled l27. butterflies make an appearance in my stomach, and it obvious that my face started to show my worry, as arden looked at me, concerned.

"hey, you're all good. the teacher is really chill, and if anyone's a bitch to you, just ignore them. but if they're being extra specially bitchy, i give you permission to punch them." i laugh in response, and walk into the classroom. 

only about half the desks are filled, as the bell actually hasn't rung yet. arden sits herself down next to a guy, who i realise asked me if i had a wand earlier.

"hey! i know you!" i say, gesturing at the boy with colourful hair "you made fun of my name!" 

"seriously mikey?" i hear arden mutter to him, but he just plasters a smirk on his face

"oops." he laughed "let's start again, shall we? i'm michael, but you can call me tonight." he tells me, his smirk showing no signs of leaving any time soon. 

"hi michael, i'm waverly, but you may know me as never in your dreams." i reply jokingly, and thankfully, he starts to laugh.

"i really like your hair." i blurt out, and a beam takes over his face. 

"i like your face." he bluntly says, and out of the corner of my eye, i see arden roll her eyes at us.

"stop flirting you two, the bell's rung." arden shoves michael's shoulder playfully, and he shoves back a little harder, until eventually michael gets pushed off his seat. 

"mr clifford, what are you doing?" an around fifty year old man with a, what sounds like scottish accent asks.

"nothing sir, i'm just really excited to learn!" mikey replies once he's finally gathered himself, and his bum is firmly back onto his seat. the teacher rolls his eyes, and i hear him mutter something along the lines of 'what a dweeb.' 

"now!" the teacher, who i find out is named mr watson announces, "i hear we have a new student today. who would that be?" he scans his eyes over the crowd of students, until he reaches my gaze. 

i awkwardly waddle up to the front of the classroom. mr watson rambles on about how the students need to make me feel welcome, but i get distracted and play with the hem of my uniform skirt.

at first, i was reluctant to wear a uniform, but this isn't that bad. i'm wearing a red and blue plaid patterned skirt which stops just about my knee, a plain white short sleeved blouse, a black v-neck pull over, and my low doc martins which i now use as school shoes. i look around the classroom, and realise that all the girls make their uniform as revealing as possible.

they've rolled their skirts up so much their butt is basically falling out, bought a blouse about four times too small, and look like the buttons are about to pop off, and are sporting white knee high socks. i can't help but roll my eyes at them.

the guys, however, are dressed in a a light blue long sleeved top, which almost everyone had rolled up to their elbows, some dark grey knee length shorts and the same black pullover.

"anyways, you can sit back down now." mr watson concludes, and i rush back to my seat in between my two new friends, and they both send me a small smile, which i return. 

"hey, why are the girl's skirts so short?" i ask michael whilst mr watson was preoccupied by writing on the whiteboard at the front of the classroom.

"why do you think?" he smirks, "it's all for me."

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i just wanna clear a few things up:

- i'm from new zealand and in new zealand we spell colour with a u !!!!!!!!!!

- the chapter names are in maori, which is the language of nz. like kore is zero, tahi is one etc.

- also i cant end chapters for shit im soRRY

anyways, hope that wasn't too shitty.