Getting rid of Troy was not as easy as I thought. I brought him to the office but the nice lady said that we will have to wait about 20 minutes because the principal wasn't in. I guess Mr. Hamming is still out getting his morning coffee.
But seriously, Mr. Hamming is a coffee freak. At the end of last year he held a whole school assembly introducing a new turbo coffee machine that was going to be placed in the middle of the cafeteria. To introduce the machine, he held a coffee drinking competition. Mike Sommers, Anthony Bush and of course Adrienne took part in it. Not to mention Mr. Hamming himself, who ended up winning the competition, earning himself 100 free coffees at the local cafe.
It has been argued that Mr. Hamming cheated and only drank 5 cups of coffee rather than the required 10. The suspicion didn't carry on any further as none of the other competing students wanted to look at coffee ever again.
I mean, Mike Sommers did throw up after completing the 10 cups, on stage, in front of the whole school. Not one student bought a coffee from the new turbo machine again after that, so it was removed from the cafeteria. I have my suspicions that Mr. Hamming took it home and is keeping it hostage in his kitchen.
Adrienne, Troy and I stood together awkwardly in the hallway. Many students were staring at Troy as they walked past, which was expected as he is the new kid. I still can't believe he is 16. I mean, he has piercings all over his face. I am 18 and I only have one stud on both my ear lobes.
“Is that a water fountain?” Troy broke the silence and pointed towards the fountain about five metres away.
“No Troy, that is a dolphin that crashed through the wall in 1968 that still, to this day, squirts water through it's mouth.” I explained.
“I hate you.” He said sarcastically, I hope.
He walked towards the fountain and waited behind some curly haired guy who was drinking from there already.
“He is very nice.” Adrienne said referring to Troy.
I stared at her. I stared at her with every fibre of my being. How could one say something so false? So genuinely untrue? How could Adrienne be so oblivious to the fact that Troy was so demonic-like, and so...so, not? He is a generally hip and urban person, socially considered 'cool', but he is by no means at all 'nice'.
I was brought back to reality by a group of three guys from the grade below walking past me and Adrienne.
“Hey loser! The shitty football needs a new mascot!” They guys shouted directly at Adrienne.
I was about to say something real crude back when I was interrupted. “Get lost dickheads! Go human centipede yourselves in the bathroom again.”
Me and Adrienne looked to see who had said this. It was Sierra Amistice. The Sierra Amistice, from the grade below. Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows her. Rumours about her wild night-life circulate the school every week like wildfire. Apparently she does some really messed up stuff. She's only turning 17 this year and she's got a fake I.D so she can get in any club she likes.
Lilly Roberts said to me once that Sierra's the drug dealer of the school, that she sells drugs to all the students. Someone said she even makes the drugs herself. Basically she seems like a typical down-right bitch, and a slovenly woman. Which is why her telling those three guys to back off Adrienne is very odd and rather surprising.
“Sorry guys, just ignore those dumb idiots.” This is very strange for her to be talking us.
I mean, Adrienne is a natural geek. She is really smart and gets more involved with the school than the president gets involved with the United States of America. Many people pick on her for this reason, most of the time she is oblivious to it, but I make sure I take care of the situation and have a harsh word to these people.
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Teen FictionBridget Brotherton is the carefree girl next door. Harry Styles is the mysterious new kid. Opposites attract and Bridget finds herself needing the help of her soon-to-be step-brother to get Harry's attention. But does she really need Troy's help, if...