A Very Cliché Story [Parody]

Chapter 2: Of Mysterious Boys and Preppy Cheerleaders

Mrs. Crimbleton looked over at me from the board.

"Oh, hello there, dear," she said, "are you lost?

I blinked. "Um, no, I'm a new student here..."

She gave me a confused look as if she had never seen me before. I gave her a few moments to see if she recognized me. She didn't.

"You met me 2 days ago?" I slowly said.

"Oh. Yes, I probably did," she said vaguely. She picked up the attendance sheet and adjusted her glasses.

"Are you... Harley Pattersong?"

"No, Hailey Peterson."

She squinted at the paper. "Well, butter my butt and call me a buiscuit! That does say Hailey Patterson."

"Peterson," I replied, getting annoyed.

"Oh, it's all the same to me, dearie. Now, why don't you take a seat between that mysterious boy and preppy cheerleader."

I looked over at the boy and cheerleader. The boy was extremely attractive and had an air of mystery surrounding him. He looked a bit sulky and irritated. He had dark hair with blue eyes and was doodling away in a notebook. I liked him already. The cheerleader was also drawing, holding her pencil awkwardly so she wouldn't break a nail.

I walked over and sat, immedietly feeling uncomfortable and awkward. The cheerleader looked up and smiled at me.

"Hi! I'm Courtney. What's your name?"

"Hailey," I said, smiling slightly.

"Cool! We should, like, totes be BFF's. How old are you? Where are you from? Do you like glitter? Is that your natural hair color?"

I paused, trying to process what she just said because her voice was so fast and squealy. "16, West Virginia, no, I don't really like glitter, and yes, this is my natural hair color."

"OMG, really? It's so pretty..." She gazed at my hair like she wanted to shave it all off while I was sleeping and make a wig out of it.

The boy next to me looked over and gave us a dirty look before continuing to draw in his notebook.

I pointed my thumb over my shoulder and mouthed, 'Who is that?'

Courtney dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder (yes, she really did that) and leaned in closer to me.

"That," she whispered, "Is Aaron Gray. He has, like, no friends. He's totes emo and doesn't talk to anyone."

"Oh. Gotcha." I pulled out my notebook and started coying down notes from the board, as a hint for our conversation to end. Despite what Courtney had said, I still thought Aaron was super hot. After a few minutes I glanced down at Courtney's notebook to find her doodling hearts all over it, with one big heart in the middle that read, 'A.G + C.S.'

I assumed the 'C.S' was Courtney, but who was 'A.G'? The intials rang a bell in my mind. Where had I just heard the initials 'A.G'? Could it be Aaron? I tried to remember what his last name was, but my IQ-of-80-brain couldn't remember.

I looked over at Aaron from the corner of my eye. I gazed at his perfect, sexy features and decided that he was my soul mate and we were meant to be together forever. I cleared my throat and he looked up to see me staring at him.

"Um, hi! I don't think we've met," I said shyly.

"I'm Aaron, but your annoying friend already told you that." He replied coldly.

"I'm Hailey," I replied back, ignoring his last comment. "So, tell me about yourself!"

"Well, there is only one thing you need to know about me," he cryptically said.

"What's that?" I asked.

Aaron leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I'm a vampire."