♡ The Bad Boys Girl ♡

➽The New Girl

I grab my bag and head out of the door.

Maybe moving all the way across the world was a good thing, Kent (England), to Michigan (America) maybe it wasn't too bad.

It's strange not having any school uniform though, and everyone keeps commenting on my accent wherever I go.

I pull my bag over my shoulder some more and swallow my nerves. I had never really moved schools. It's like starting secondary school all over again, but its not secondary, it's high school.

I had been told to go into reception before school starts so I look around the outside of the building for a sign telling me where to go or something.

After about ten minutes of looking I decide to ignore my nerves and ask someone, I see a group of boys and girls, they looked around my age so I approach them nervously.

I tap one of the guys on the shoulder with the tip of my long nails, he swivels round so he is looking me in the eyes.

"'Sup?" He says smirking at me.
"Uh- do you know where reception is?" I ask awkwardly, his little group all stop and look at me stunned by my British accent.

"You're not from around here are you?" He chuckles, I look up at him, "Oh reception, uh it's right over there," he points to his left.

"Thanks," I mumble as I walk in the direction he pointed to, I hear them laughing in their American accents behind me. I'm guessing they're the jocks by the way they look and how they're all over each other.

I walk into the reception and as soon as I do so a woman dressed in a skinny purple dress and black heels comes up to me and drags me to the desk as she says,

"You must be Claudia-"
"Claud," I interrupted,
"Well whatever your name is, here is your time table with the room numbers on, because you're late I don't have time to show you where your first class is dearie," she says not sorry at all.

"Oh it's fine, um do I have a locker?" I ask clutching the strap of my bag,

"Yes lovely, your locker is number 337, don't forget it!" She answers handing me a key.

I take the key and timetable and head to the lockers, nearly every corridor is full of lockers so I just know I'm going to get lost.

Eventually I find my way to the 300's looking for number 337.

Just as I find it the boy from earlier is at the locker next to mine watching me put my books and lunch away.

"You have a cute accent," he says closing my locker for me, I swing my bag around one of my shoulders, "Nice to know," I reply.

He runs his hand through his hair still leaning against my locker, he laughs a little but I just look at him with a straight face.

"Playing hard to get?" He whispers as his hand strokes my cheek. "F.uck off," I say slapping his hand off of my face.

"Jaydon!" One of the girls from earlier shouts, beckoning him over, the group watch and laugh which makes him laugh too.

Just as he starts to walk off I call to him, "Do you know where AS5 Maths is?" He looks back at me and points down the corridor, "down there somewhere," he smirks and heads back to the group.

I walk into the classroom once I've found it, to see two empty seats next to each other, I sit in one of them and see that the whole class is looking at me while the teacher is marking work.

Once the awkward silence is over the teacher puts the marked work aside and stands up.

"This year we have someone new joining us, Clau-" he starts but is cut off by Jaydon walking into the classroom, late.

"Sorry sir," he apologizes before taking a seat next to me, he gets given a dirty look by the teacher as he sits in his seat.

"As I was saying, this year we are joined by a new student, Claudia Cambridge, all the way from England," the class keeps their eyes on me as he speaks, I just kind of zone out for a while watching sirs mouth open and close.

Halfway through the lesson Jaydon nudges me causing my pen to draw a line down my page, I sigh and look at him disappointedly.

"Sorry," he starts, "I'm also sorry about what happened at the lockers, it was a dare," he explains but I have to admit I don't care. I just roll my eyes in reply and get back to the work.

"So Claudia where you from?" He asks keeping his eyes on his work, "Kent in England,"
"Why you in Michigan for?"
"Don't know to be honest," I admit and we left the conversation there.

Once the school bell rings I grab my bag and walk out of the room, a hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back, "Claud, what you got next?" It was Jaydon. "Uh, Art," I mutter. Why is he walking with me!?

"Great so have I!" He exclaims, I push my glasses up my nose which catches his eye, "do you need glasses?" I nod in confirmation. He laughs and puts his arm around me.

What is he up to.
I'm a nerd he's a jock.
What the f.uck is going on.

"Jaydon!" It's the girl from earlier again, Jaydon whips his arm away from me, "Hey Amber, how's things?"
"Things are good... What are you doing with her," she says giving me the worst look ever.

"We have the same lessons," he replies nervously. I decide to pipe up, "You don't have to walk with me, I'm sure Amber would love to have you walk her to lessons," Jaydon looks at me slightly offended, Amber even more offended.

She whips her soft blonde hair over her shoulder and walks off in her sparkly red heels.

Jaydon keeps it awkwardly silent for the rest of the way to art.

As we reach the door of the classroom he turns to me, "If you don't want me around you, you could of just said," I look at him and gulp. That is not what I meant.

"Jaydon I didn't mean that, I'm fine with you around me, I don't know anyone else."

But he ignores me and walks into the classroom slamming the door in my face.