The Meeting

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A/N: Edited.

I am currently standing in front of the classroom soaking wet from the rain, with droplets of water dripping from my hair, clothes sticking to me like a second skin and my favorite sneakers smudged with mud.

And adding more to my awful persona, now I am shaking, not from the cold air nipping at my skin but because of the sight of a certain arrogant prick that is the cause of the state I am in now.

Tch.

When it rains it pours.

Both literally, and figuratively.

Well, wondering why?

-Flashback-

I'm on my way to my new school since I got kicked out of my old one. So, yeah. Kinda sucks. I got kicked out because I fought with the principal's daughter and gave her a one month bed rest. What can I say? I hate every fiber of her being. Plus, it's worth it.

Well anyways. I'm already near my new school when it started raining. I sped up my pace since it started to pour heavily. But then someone decided to rapidly drive into a puddle near me thus, splashing mud all over my clothes.

"Aw, no!" I muttered as I saw my clothes soaked in water and mud.

I ran to the driver's seat and banged the windows of this arrogant bastard. Without rolling the window down, he mouthed that he didn't saw me and feigned innocence. But I didn't miss the slight tilt of his lips, trying to contain a smirk.

Ugh, how dare this bastard! He messed with the wrong bitch.

I grabbed my keys and scratched the side of his oh-so-beautiful red Ferrari.

Heh, serves him right.

Now time to find my classes.

-Back to the present-

The bastard is still intently glaring at me while the teacher, not sensing the impending riot, does the normal stuff and introduces me as a new student here. Well it seems like I angered Mr. B a little bit.

"So young lady would you like to introduce yourself to the class??" the teacher said after clearing his throat

I snapped out of my trance and introduced myself to the class.

"The name is Juliet. 18 years old." I said in a monotonous tone.

"Uh, so you may sit at the back beside Mr. Romeo."

I scanned the room and saw that the seat the teacher was referring to is the arrogant prick.

Well, let the fun begin.

A/N: Newbie here, so please go easy on me. Also, I hope you like it. Please vote, comment or follow.

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