Marcus walks through the halls not even glancing at me. Huh I wonder if he's a talker. "So Marcus you help out shitstain a lot in the office?" "Who Miss Smith yeah I'm in there first hour everyday." "Must be boring listening to her cat stories." I mumble. "How'd you know about those?" "Eh I could tell." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"So. Rochelle S. Morris. What does the s stand for?" "First off don't call me Rochelle. It's Roxie. And second. It's none of your damn business." "Ooh touchy. Okay okay don't tell me." He said raising his hands defensively. "I wasn't planning on it." He rolled his eyes.
"Okay so Roxie," he said looking pointedly at me, "You have math first then English, art, history, lunch, chemistry, Spanish, and last hour you have P.E." "Fantastic now how do I get to all those places?" "I'm sure people here would be more than willing to help you out." "Meaning?" I ask him getting annoyed.
"Well everyone saw you when you showed up this morning. You've been all anyone's talked about." "Fucking kill me now." He snorted. Suddenly he stops right outside a classroom door. "This is your math class. Good luck buttercup." I growl. "Don't fucking call me that." "Why not?" He frowns at me. "I hate butter fingers. They get me sick." I mutter as I open the door.
A couple people glance at me but stare when they realize who it is. Seriously. My presence gets your attention? Nothing must ever happen at this school. "Mr. Bartello this is your new student Rochelle Morris." I glare at him behind me. "But she prefers to be called Roxie." He adds boredly. He walks out the room throwing the door closed.
I took in a deep breath preparing for the old guy to tell me where to sit or ask me to introduce myself. He does neither. He completely ignores me and turns back talking to the class. I laugh trying to be silent happy that he doesn't bother trying to communicate with me.
I look around the room for an empty seat and see Blondie and one of her other friends sitting together glaring at me. There are three seats open. One in the middle by the creepy stare girls and two in the back side by side. I go for the one in the back corner. A couple people look at each other shocked but whatever. Not like I'd want to sit by the bitches.
I hate math. With a passion. So I just put my headphones in and put my head down.
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About 30 minutes later I'm awoken from my nap by yelling. Some guy is at the front of the room looking bored while Mr. Banana Boat is yelling at him. The guy is good looking with jeans and a semi tight red shirt. But I don't really care I'm just pissed off that they woke me up.
I turn the volume up on my music all the way and put my head back down. A couple minutes later someone takes my headphone out my ear. Well I don't know if takes is the right word. More like yanks roughly. I pick my head up and glare at the kid who was standing at the front earlier.
"What the fuck do you want? It better be good because this is the second time you woke me up in the last 10 damn minutes." The asshole just smirks. I go to put my head back down when he says, "That's my seat. Move." "It's obviously not your seat if I'm sitting in it so go find somewheres else to sit. This spots taken. Sorry." I say sweetly with a tight smile on my face. No way in hell am I sorry.
"Listen bitch. I don't know who you think you are but that's my fucking seat. So move your pretty little ass to another one. I won't mess with you since your new but don't let it happen again." "Is that all Master?" I ask irritatedly. He chuckles smirking at me.
He looks satisfied with himself when I grab my bag. I put it on the empty chair to the side of me. "Go sit at the seat by the blondes I don't want you fucking near me you asshole. I'm not moving so get over it." He glares at me while I think he's trying to intimidate me.
