It's Complicated

Chapter 1

I watched the glass clock that hung from the white brick wall in my history classroom, impatiently tapping my pencil on my textbook the dismissal bell finally rang. I stayed seated as my other last period classmates quickly exited the room. I gave my history teacher a wave and trudged into the sea of seniors and juniors in the hallway. As I made my way through the crowd to my locker I saw a girl starring me down with her warm, cocoa brown eyes. I just brushed it off and approached my locker. I put in the combination and threw my books inside. I quickly glanced at my reflection in the tiny mirror on my locker. I studied my brown hickory ponytail and my soft hazel nut eyes carefully.
"What the hell are you doing?" snickered a voice that only belonged to one of the worst people that attended my school. Her name was Frances, her bright blonde highlights laid perfectly down her shoulders as she stared at me with a cold, hard look with her intense blue eyes.
"Uhh..." I stuttered, clutching my history book tightly.
"Ugh, what are you wearing?!" Frances squealed in disgust.
I looked down at my black skinny jeans and my old red hoodie with my black converse and glanced at her.
"Err.." I slowly stammered.
"Ew why am I even talking to you? Bye loser!" Frances said, sticking her nose high in the air, strutting away.
I slightly rolled my eyes and turned back towards my locker, placing my history book down into my locker.
I felt a slight tap on my shoulder.