Starting Over with the Badboy

Chapter 1

"Here you go." The lady at the desk said, handing me my schedule.

"Thanks." I mumble, and walk out of the office.

The school was buzzing with students, they were all hurriedly going to their lockers before the bell rang. Well, the freshmen were rushing to their lockers, the other grades were calm. A few students were chatting, cracking a few jokes with one another, and laughing with each other. Some students were making out at their lockers, not caring about the disgusted faces that passed them.

I continue to glance at my schedule, as I walk down the hallway. I internally groan as I read what my first class was.

Great. Math.

The further I walked down the hallway, the quieter my surroundings got. The students began to turn their heads, and whisper to one another.

"Who's that?"

"Is she new?"

"I've never seen her before."

"Stop kissing! Have you ever heard of PDA!"

I continue to walk calmly, memorizing the paper in my hand. More and more students began to glance my way, and whisper into each other's ears. Fun fact: Just because you're covering your friend's ear, doesn't mean others can't hear you. I roll my eyes at the questions they began asking each other.

Eventually, I got to my locker, and tested out the combination the office lady handed me. Once it clicked, I opened it and placed my coat inside, immediately shutting it after.

Finally, the bell rang and students began to rush to their classes. I sigh, and head up the stairs to my class.

As soon as I entered the classroom, the other students snapped their heads towards me with curious eyes. All of them were wondering who I was, trying to figure out my reason for being in their class. But, this one person stood out in particular.

Naturally, my eyes shift to theirs, and we begin to stare at one another. After a while, it began to get uncomfortable as her gaze continued to bore into my eyes. Her eyes read curiosity and wonder, while mines were kept blank. I raise my eyebrow at her, and immediately she looks away.

"Oh, you must be the new student." The teacher says, grabbing my attention.

"Yeah." I say in a flat tone.

She walks up to me, placing her hand on my back, bringing me to the front of the room. "Alright, class." She says with a calm, sweet voice.

The students were still whispering, and talking with one another, not paying attention to the teacher. She begins the clear her throat, "Class." She says in an authoritative tone.

Slowly, the students pulled away from their side conversations, and pulled their eyes towards me and the teacher. "We have a new student here, everybody. Please, introduce yourself." She gestured at me, and gave a warm smile, which I did not return.

Keeping my expressions blank, "I'm Kayla." I say in a flat tone. Everyone begins to mumble their greetings, many of them disappointed I didn't say more.

I wander my eyes around the room, studying each student, but the girl same girl who was staring at me prior has an odd expression.

Her lips are brought up to a smile, as her eyes click with realization and excitement. She turns around and begins to excitedly hit the desk while speaking to other students. The others were bouncing their eyes back and forth between me, and the girl.

The teacher begins to speak once again, "I expect you all to make her feel welcomed. Now, let's begin our next lesson." Shrugging off the stares, and glances, I sit in the empty desk at the back of the room.