Saving Each Other

chapter 3

Picture Mackenzie draws is on the side, in the multimiedia...if it worked.

Chapter 3

Pulling my truck into the parking space, I cringed at how small the school was. It only had about 200 students, and I’m guessing they only got a new student like…once every birth of Christ. So I was the first ever…great.

I slipped my aviators on, ruffled up my long deep purple hair and let it cascade down my back over my leather jacket that effectively covered my tattoos. Locking my truck, I walked up to the tiny school, and caught the attention of just about everyone in the parking lot.

I planted a smirk on my face, and walked into the main office. Immediately febreeze assaulted my senses, and I tried not to gag at the overly used lavender smell.

I walked up to the front desk and smiled at the older lady behind the desk she had salt and pepper hair, and ‘hipster’ glasses. I held back a laugh as I gave her my information.

“Her you go sweet. I need you to get all your teachers to sign this slip, and bring it back at the end of day.” Her eyes travel down to my shirt and she sends me a glare. Shrugging, I turn to walk out of the office to see some guy in his 60’s following possibly the hottest guy in the world to the back.

His eyes were almost as black as his hair. He had on dark jeans that hung low on his waist and a black t-shirt that hugged his torso and showed off his lean muscle and gave hint of a six-pack. Down his right arm was multiple tattoos, a sleeve in the making. He had black studs in his ears, and wore a smirk. His eyes met mine, as I slipped passed him and walked out the door.

“Miss Tallwood, welcome to English, I know that you are new so I will excuse you from being late, but don’t make this a habit.” The old bag from behind the desk scolded me. Everyone’s eyes were trained on me, it was a small class room, but I still didn’t like it. Pulling my bitch up, I just smirked at the teacher.

“We’ll see.” I said when I got the slip back. A couple of people snickered at my comment but she didn’t seem to hear.

“So, why don’t you tell us a little but about yourself Miss Tallwood?” she said as she wheezed herself from the desk chair that looked like it had seen better days. When he finally got herself around the desk, she stood next to me. She was dressed in clothes from the 90’s and had a neon beaded lanyard hanging from her pocket. She came to my shoulder in height and her black hair was speckled with dandruff.

“No.” I said, making my bitch known.

She seemed taken aback by my response. I didn’t try to sugar coat it or anything. I didn’t like people to know everything about me and that wasn’t about to change.

“Well…surly the class has some questions about you, and I’m sure you could answer a few without straining yourself.” She continued to call on someone without waiting for a response from me.  “Tiffany. What would you like to know about Miss Tallwood?” She said, gesturing to some girl in the front.

“Why did you move here?” She asked, smacking her gum and twirling her hair around her finger. She was dressed in the same cheer outfit Hannah was in.

“My business.” Was all I said back. Some guy in the back shouted out the next question.

“Are you single?” a couple people hooted, and girls giggled. But I kept my face blank, sure, it was flattering, but the guy looked like a Bieber wanna-be.

“Yes.”

“Will you go out with me?” he shouted back. The room got silent and all eyes were trained on me, waiting for my response.  I decided to draw it out a little. I brought my bottom lip in between my teeth, and looked him up and down.