"Ha! The new kid," she whispered to her goons behind her.
Oh boy, looks like I found the queen bees here.
"This will be good." A brunette smiled evilly.
"I'm sorry-" I began apologizing.
"Shut it. Number one. Don't mess with us." The blond recited.
"Number two. Never let me catch you with a guy. Because I've- we've been with most of them, and you can't." The brunette glared.
"How can I te-"
"And three, you do our homework." The fake red head said. I bowed my head and slowly nodded.
"Your lucky we picked it up before class!" My eyes widened, and my brows furrowed. What?
Before I could say anything I was drowned in a pile of papers and cackling.
"Later bitch." I could tell it was the blond.
The bell ringing echoed through the soon to be empty halls.
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"Sorry about those girls in the hallway." A girl whispered. She had blond hair and green eyes and an apologetic smile.
"Don't worry about it." I frowned.
"I'm Layla."
"Emily Class." I replied.
Damn, I hope I wasn't coming across too formal. In used to doing this at recitals..
"see you around." She smiled genuinely.
I half smiled back.
The bell rang, ending social studies with Mr. Paul, an old man with terrible hearing. I'm lucky he understood me when I asked for next weeks work.
Why? You ask.
Because I read a chapter ahead, and I'm a stupid nerd for piling work on myself. But thank god I got on someone's good side.
Maybe I won't be a loner.. A flashback came to mind, but I pushed it away.
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I got through the day.
Finally.
My head was pounding the whole time. I banged my head in the steering wheel and squeezed my eyes.
Dang, I need to stop doing that when I'm in pain. I sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. Riley took the bus so I don't have to worry about her.
I drove past the school and up to my street, our neighboring house was for sale and I'm so happy we don't have neighbors..
