A/N: Above or to the right is none other than... me! I will be appearing as a character in this book starting now!
There will also be another new character besides me.
Warning! There is major and minor cursing in this chapter! If you are sensitive to strong language do not read this chapter.
Otherwise, enjoy reading!
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I can't like her already...Can I?
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Sara's pov
As I walk into school on Monday, I couldn't help but notice everyone stare right behind me.
Once I get to my locker, I turn around and see a girl.
She looks around 5 foot, but to be honest, I'm already a tiny bit scared of her...
My first thought is, she looks tough, but deep down, hurt and trying hard to hide it.
(A/N: I'm not trying to fish for anything, I promise! I texted Sara and she said exactly this.)
She met my gaze and gave me a smirk... but with friendliness behind it.
"Hey, my name's Alexa." She said to me while sticking out her hand.
I looked around because this caused the crowd listening in to gasp and start to murmur.
I looked back at Alexa with an eyebrow raised, as if to question why the crowd did that.
She understood and explained, "I didn't talk to anyone at all, before you so they are surprised I picked you to talk to first."
"O....kay... well then, my name is Sara."
"Hello, Sara."
"Hi, Alexa. Look can you tell me why you didn't talk to anyone else?" I spoke quickly because I was confused.
"Well, actually, I did technically 'talk' to someone," she put air quotes when she said talk.
"But let's just say it wasn't exactly a nice conversation."
She finished quickly while looking to the right.
Before I got to say something she started talking to someone else.
That "someone else" was none other than the "queen bee" of this school.
Melanie.
She never bothered me before because I steered clear of her, but I pretty much always find her in the hall bullying someone new each day.
"Oh, hey fucktard!" Alexa said in a sickly sweet/rack sounding voice.
Like the voice a fake girl makes after running into the person she was just bitching about.
Melanie whips her head around with fury in her eyes.
"Ew, it's you." She says with pure hatred.
I can tell she wants to say more, and apparently, Alexa can too because she says, "What? You're not going to lash out?"
Then she adds in a baby voice, "Aww, is little Melanie to afraid to break a nail?"
Melanie looks at her nails and calmly anwers, "No, because I don't have to. There are many ways I could hurt you without breaking a nail... like this."
Before anyone could react, she winds her hand back and pushes it forward.
I look away, waiting for the sound of the slap... but I never did.
I look back to see that... Alexa caught Melanie's hand with her own.
Alexa then twisted Melanie's hand so it was behind her back and put her own free hand behind Melanie's head, so she was in an arm lock.
She leaned in and spoke so calmly in her ear it was scary, "If you EVER try any fucking shit like that again, you'll be leaving with at least a broken arm and black eye. Are we clear?"
The entire time Alexa spoke, Melanie was whimpering so instead of saying something, she just whimpered again and nodded her head.
I thought Alexa was done but instead she surprised me by forcing Melanie to look at me and added,
"And don't you fucking try anything on her either. You got it?"
Melanie whimpered and nodded again.
"Her name is Sara Leslie," wait, what! I never told her my last name! "and my name is Alexa Schullerman. Don't forget that because if you do, we will have a problem."
Then she shoved and let go of Melanie at the same time.
Melanie stumbled but regained her balance and scrambled off to her class.
Okay, maybe a little more than a "tiny bit" scared.
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