(2) Cliques

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I walked away from the jerk who bumped into me. (more like I sorta bumped into him.) Then it hit me, this is a new school, and I have no idea where I am. oh sh*t, I said to myself. "You lost?" someone said behind me. I turned around and found a girl that looked around my age. She had short blonde hair with a dark blue ombre, stormy grey eyes, and was wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and black high tops.  "Ya..." I said.

"Ok, I'll show you around." she said with very little enthusiasm in her voice.

"Thanks."

"No problemo."

As we were walking down the hallway I learned that her name was Cara and that she was also a senior like me. We finally made it to my first class- History. I sighed as she opened the door for me.

"Do you want to hang out after school?" I said, hoping that I'd make a new friend. Plus, she seemed pretty cool.

"Sure." she said with a smirk.

"Awesome."

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At lunch Cara and I sat at a table with a girl named Zoe. Zoe had tanned skin, wavy hair, and brown eyes. After Cara introduced me to Zoe, we ate our lame excuse of a sloppy joe. Disgusting..

"As a new student at Willow high, I have to inform you about all of the people to avoid." Cara began.

"First, there are the jocks, they're all pretty much a bunch of man whores.. Oh and the cheerleaders." She pointed to the multiple girls sitting at the same table. "They're a bunch of barbie dolls that don't give a sh*t about anyone that has a 'lower status' then them. Avoid those people." She motions towards the whole table. "That leaves us with the techies, skaters-" she stopped talking when she noticed me looking at a table with three boys.

"Who are they?" I asked Cara.

"That's Connor Test, Logan James, and Taylor Woods." Zoe said.

"Taylor Woods huh?" I muttered, looking directly at the guy who bumped into me.

"What?" Cara asked.

"Nothing." I said blankly.

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I thought the day would never end until I heard the bell. "Hallelujah!" I scream whispered. I ran out of the school to find Cara and Zoe leaning against a kick ass looking car. I walked up to them, "So what are we gonna do now?" I asked them. "We're going to my house." Cara said.  "Okay, let me tell my mo-" I stopped mid word. Why would I need to tell her? She won't care, I mean she's probably drunk.. I decided to text her.

I'm at a friends house. I text my mom

Ok. she texts back

We walk into Cara's house, it's a mansion. She and Zoe go up the stairs and down the hall  the many doors. I follow them. Cara's bedroom is ginormous, the walls are light grey and a giant TV is plastered on the wall. But what really catches my eye is a giant bookshelf lining one of her walls. I take a look at the books. Percy Jackson, 'Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Divergent, The 5th Wave, The Maze Runner, Kane Chronicles.' I marvel at the sight of all of the books.

"CARA IS THAT YOU!?" I hear a boy yell.

"IT'S ME JASON!" Cara shouts back.

"That's Jason, Cara's older brother." Zoe said. "He's her legal guardian cause, umm, Cara's parents died when she was 10 and her brother was 17, they inherited the mansion and all the money their parents made." Zoe said, her voice getting softer.

"I'm sorry Cara.." I said sympathetically.

"It's fine." Cara snapped. "Let's go." Cara said.

"Where to?" I asked "The Cage." Cara said.

The Cage. I starting going to the Cage after my dad died and my mom started taking drugs and smoking. I fought there, while my old friend Harvey used to place bets on me. It was how I got money to pay the bills for my house, seeing as my mom no longer works and spends all of her money on sh*t.

"Okay, I have a match there anyways." I said blankly.

"You go to the cage too?" Zoe and Cara said simultaneously.

"Yup" I started walking towards the door. "Are you guys coming or what?"

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Hey guys! Sorry if these chapters are too short for your liking! I'll come out with more chapters soon. :)

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