Initiation

Chapter 3

I made sure I was on time for class the next day. I paid attention, took notes, and tried my best to be a model student. Of course, I failed miserably, but it's the thought that counts. I walked into 3rd period Math 10 minutes early (strange for me but English had ended early), and the only people in the room were a group of girls gossiping in the corner, and a guy I'd never seen before sitting in the far left. He had dark, spiky hair and was incredibly muscled for a junior. He had ice blue eyes, and was staring straight at me.
"Hi," I said, boldly strolling up to him, "I'm Jas. Are you new here?" He looked at me for a moment, then answered.
"Yeah, I moved here last week, but my family has been in the area for a while. My name's Dylan." He smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." I answered. He became really quiet and distant after that, as if he didn't know what to say. He didn't fool me though. He radiated an air of quiet confidence. I decided to forget about it, and I turned my attention to the front. Mr. Palesgrove, the teacher, was just walking in. Ashlynn, one of Courtney's friends, came and sat behind me. If they hate me so much, why do they always choose to sit near me? I thought to my self.
"Jas! Jas!" Ashlynn whispered.
"What?" I asked angrily.
"Who was that hot guy you were just talking to?"
"His name's Dylan, what's it to you?"
"He's hot. I want him." She said matter-of-factly.
"He's not yours to have!" I whisper-shouted at her. I don't know why I was being so defensive, but thought of Ashlynn and Dylan together filled me with rage.
"Well someone's not having a bad day. Sweetie, of course he's mine. Who are you to say otherwise?" She replied, in a sickly sweet voice. I knew it was true of course. Courtney was the stereotypical rich bully, pretty, but ugly on the inside. I hated her. She was a total bitch, but a good looking one that would make any guy melt.
     I don't know how I made it through the rest of class, but finally the bell rang, signalling us to go home for the day. I grabbed my books, shoved them into my bag, and scurried out the door. My friend Jessica was waiting for me at my locker.
"Hey" she said.
"Hi" I answered without enthusiasm. She didn't seem to notice, she was obviously excited about something. She was bouncing in the balls of her feet, her blonde pony tail swinging behind her.
"So have you heard?" She asked.
"What?" I wondered, again without enthusiasm.
"God Jas, you can be so clueless sometimes," she joked. "Our very own rich brat is holding a banger this weekend." By rich brat she meant Courtney, who no matter how much I hated her, threw a great party. "She's inviting that new kid," Jessica continued, "what's his name? Darren?"
"Dylan," I answered dejectedly. After this Friday, it was game over. Dylan would be so hooked on Courtney his head would spin.
"Wait how did you know?" Demanded Jessica.
"I talked to him in Bio, it was no big deal."
"You're telling me, that you talked to the single-most hot guy in California, and it was no big deal?" Jessica exclaimed.
"It wasn't, we barely said 4 words to each other." I said dismissantly.
"Still..." She started.
"I'm on my way home," I interrupted, "like right now. I don't feel like talking about Dylan so stop asking."
"But do you think you can come to the party?" She asked.
"Maybe" I said curtly.
"Woah there feisty pants. I was just making conversation. Can I come?" She asked, referring to me going home.
"Sure. Mom has the night shift again, so we have the whole house to ourselves. Invite Allison too." Allison was another good friend of mine, and Jessica's best friend.
"GIRLS NIGHT!!" Shouted Jessica. I shuddered. The movie stereotype of girls painting nails and gossiping was so far from what I wanted to do that night, but at least it would distract me from Dylan and Courtney.