Chapter Two

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By the time Blakely's dad pulled up to the high school, everyone in the car was out of breath. Blakely and I grabbed our stuff from the trunk of the car and waved to her dad and sister. "Bye Mr. Ash! Bye Clara!"

"Like, bye Bella!" Clara yelled back as she flipped her hair. Blakely laughed but only waved at her family as they pulled away. I looked at Blakely and burst out laughing. We were both in hysterics the entire way to our lockers. Luckily, are lockers are right next to each other. Most freshmen aren't that fortunate. We finally quit laughing about the time that the first bell rang. 

"I guess this is where we part ways." I sighed as I looked at Blakely. You should know that she is an actor. A crazy actor, but an actor. And she embraces it. She created a sob scene in the hallway so good that someone thought her entire family had just died.

"Geez girl! We'll only be separated for an hour and a half. We have second block and lunch block together!" I rolled my eyes as Blakely nodded and let a single tear roll down her cheek and hit the floor. 

She finally got over herself. "Alright! Bye Bella. See you shortly!" She skipped, literally skipped, off to her first block class with books in hand. I grabbed my books from the locker and walked to my first class, math. I'm really good at math, but I don't enjoy having it first block. My brain has no time to wake up before having to solve arithmetic sequences and exponential or linear equations. I sat down in my seat as the tardy bell rang. The teacher was not here yet, so everyone turned around and started talking to whomever was beside them. 

"Hi! I'm Arabella, but you can call me Bella or Bell." I smiled at the brunette I was introducing myself to. She looked like the typical good girl, but my impression quickly changed when she introduced herself.

"Nice. I'm Vikki, but don't ever call me that or I will beat you into a pulp and bury you underneath the old dumpster behind the school." She smirked at me before continuing. "Call me Vex, that's what all the guys call me." She looked around and glared at every single person in the classroom. Most people just cowered and turned toward the front of the room. There were a few guys that looked at each other and smirked. The largest of the three boys got up and headed this direction. I wanted to shrink back in my chair, but I quickly realized that action would give off the impression that I was a coward like every other student in this class. I sat up straight and looked the guy in the eyes as he approached us. Vex stood up as the guy made his way over. 

"Hey babe." 

"Hey Vex." You know how some girls quickly peck their boyfriend on the cheek, then let it turn into something deeper? No, not with Vex and this guy. It was immediately some heated make out session in the middle of math class. The guy pushed Vex away and she pouted, then smirked at him and sat down. Now it was his turn to pout. He turned his attention to me when I guess his girlfriend never stood back up. "Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"

I stood up. "Arabella, but you can call me Bell."

"No, I've seen you somewhere before." He looked kind of constipated while trying to remember my face, but there was no way that I would ever tell him that. He continued to think, but he came up with nothing. He finally decided to interrogate me to discover more information. "What is your last name?" 

"Patrick." Apparently this helped him remember something, because his eyes lit up. I must have looked very confused because Vex was staring at me.

"Your brother is Michael Patrick." This guy removed the constipated look from his face and replaced it with a look of more like pure hatred. I frowned, but nodded. 

"Yes, Michael is my oldest brother. He is a senior this year." He rolled his eyes at me.

"I know that. I'm the one who mentioned him in the first place. I'm his age."

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