Chapter 3

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Kat left me in the locker room to go and help me look for a cloth since my shirt and hoodie were soaked. I took them off and remained in my sports bra. This place was well stocked with everything. I quickly washed my  hair and started blow drying it. Good thing french curls weren't so hard to work on.

As I was still drying my hair, I heard a knock on the door. I let out a sigh of relief and opened the door only to see the tall guy from earlier. Before I knew it, he was already inside.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to change." It then hit me, I was in the boys' locker rooms.
He just looked at me with a scowl. I rolled my eyes, covered myself with a towel and continued drying my tips. He top his shirt off, I craned my head back, he was so...! "Hey could you not undress...."

He didn't seem to care, I sighed. "Whatever! You know what, you should have let me slap her. Why did you even hold my hand?" I stop up and stood in front of him.
"Oh I see, she's your girlfriend." He didn't say anything, instead he walked towards me till I hit a barrier. He held my hand behind my back, with his dead eyes looking directly in to mine. "You talk too much."
I used all the strength I had to push him away.
I squinted my eyes looking up at his tall and large figure, "I told you not to touch my ever, dimwit." Whatever his name was, I didn't care.

I pushed him away and sat on one of the benches, irritated.
How could I just move out? I would definitely look like a weirdo. The dimwit entered the bathrooms, guess he was showering. I looked around impatiently, continuously pacing.
He finished taking his shower and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, he had tattoos on his back and right upper arm. My eyes did there best not to look at him till he put a shirt on.
There was total silence till I had my name being called on the speakers in the hallway. "Athena Dynevor, report to the principal's office. Liam Salvatore, report to the principal's office."  Jesus, what had I done now?
I kind of freaked out, I had waited for Kat for about one whole hour.

I wouldn't blame her if she forgot about me , I was new anyway.
As I was trapped in my thoughts, the dimwit guy handed me a polo shirt. It was beige, which was my favorite colour.
"Thank...you. Wait, why are you giving me this, plus won't your annoying girlfriend have a problem?"
I looked at with a numbly, "Because you're in need." He walked out, I quickly wore the shirt that smelt of a strong masculine perfume, wow! I fixed my hair back in a bun.

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When I reached the principal's office, I found the dimwit guy seated while principal smiled at him as they talked. Why was he so cold?
I took my seat, "Ms. Dynevor, this is Liam Salvatore. He'll be your mentor for your one month orientation."  So, dimwit was called Liam.  My eyes narrowed, "No, it's fine...I already have friends and..." This couldn't happen. I knew he had helped me with a shirt but that meant nothing.
"Athena, he is on a simple punishment, he has to do some social or voluntary work. I know you might have friends. He's in charge of, plus I had you were bullied. So he will help you if you need anything. We do this for all new students." No,no,no...I had always been on my own. I didn't need a mentor, just because he was a senior.Jesus!

This was so depressing, was it my problem he was on punishment. "Why is he on punishment though?" I saw ' Liam' move uncomfortably in his chair. Principal Rosa sighed, "That's between Liam and I. It's just a month, Liam be nice." She sent both of us out, I moved out frustrated. He took his own direction and so did I.
I met with Tatiana in the hallway, she was with three other girls behind her. She held the collar of my shirt, "Who gave this to you?" I slowly removed her hands from the collar, "You boyfriend did, it was your fault anyway." I walked away only to find Kat heading my way. Guess she remembered me!
"I had got you a dress." I hated dresses. "No thanks, I don't wear dresses."
She gasped, "Are you a tomboy or something?" Was I a tomboy? I just shrugged as we both walked to class.

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