Mates before dates- Brad Simpson fanfic

7- Girls fake laughs

Zara's P.O.V

I walked slowly away from the new boy so to not startle him, then I broke into a fast pace run away. I don't need creepy new kids that think I'm cool in my life. I don't even know what made him come up to me, Connor Ball is seriously messed up.

"Oh Zara it's great to see you decided to join us!" Miss Hammer's very unsympathetic smile greeted me as I strolled into English ten minutes late.
There's no point even arguing with her I'll just end up with a detention, so I plonk myself down in my seat. Nobody sits next to me for English. This guy called Matt used to sit there, but he left for what was described as 'a little holiday' turned into three years in Mexico. Apparently his family liked it so much they thought why not move. Very spontaneous if you ask me. Nevertheless, I quite like the empty space next to me. There's no pressure to talk to anybody.

"Okay class we've got a new student joining today. Officially he started at this school yesterday, but this is his first English lesson. I'm sure he'll learn to not be late next time..." she sounded very pissed.
Teachers get so bothered about the stupidest things. After ten minutes of fretting around Miss Hammer ushered in a short boy wearing black doc martens, with a nose ring, denim shirt and cross on a chain. Connor. Or as I've affectionately named him: the creepy guy in the corridor.
"This is Connor Ball, everyone. Dear there's a seat spare over next to Zara. Go sit yourself down."
Great, just great. The creepy guy in the corridor sauntered over next to my seat at the back of the classroom. Scraped the chair back as loudly as possible and flumped into his seat (also as loudly as possible). Then he leaned his back against the grimy walls that are covered in pencil drawings of knives and insults. 
"It's a bit of a dump isn't it?!" creepy corridor guy exclaims.
I jump as he asks this due to his boots landing heavily on our shared desk. A cloud of dust erupted as he did this causing me to cough uncontrollably.
I recover and then gasp "Well the English and drama part of the school is, but the rest of the school is pretty neat. Well that's what I always thought." 
"Humph." was his reply.
 Connor (don't think the nickname was ever going to catch on) was staring at the walls. Grimacing at the smudges and cracks that were infested all over and then his eyes glanced to the desks- the old, wooden desks- and rolled his eyes.
"Well I'm sorry it's not good enough for you mate."
"It's no problem Zara. I forgive you."
"How do you know my name?" I asked: scared now.
"Magic."
Connor got up and walked out of the classroom without a care in the world. I'm starting to like that guy.

"ZARA! ZARA! ZARA! ZARA!" I hear a high pitched screech from behind me.
I swivel round and in doing this scuff my patent black pumps. Anna again, fuck off.
"What? Can't you see I'm busy."
"Wow so busy that you're moping round the corridors, convincing." she shoots back.
"Well it is lunch, anyway what do you want?"
I could see she was about to burst with excitement and funnily enough I don't want to mop up bits of Anna- broken extensions and cracked fake nails.
She almost screamed, "Well you do know it's my date tonight right! I was wondering if you could pop round mine after school to talk outfit ideas."
In protestation I stutter, "Actually I was going to stay behind after school today. And anyway isn't your date on frid-"
"So you're free! Great, see you at the end of the day."
Going through Anna's wardrobe at five is going to be brilliant. I simply cannot wait.

~4 hours later~
I hear  a knock on my front door. Have you ever noticed how much you can learn about someone's personality by the way they knock. Anna knocks in the normal kind of knock: plain and boring. Just like her. My knock is weak and misplaced almost as if it shouldn't be there.
"Hey Zara! You ready to walk over to mine?"
I'm almost certain she can hear my soul screaming in protest but I nod and smile. Covering up my hatred toward her.
Anna only lives down the road so I grab my makeup bag and walk along beside her.
"Oh did I mention Kelly-Anne is going to help us as well." Anna chirps on.
I chuckle before replying, "You're so fucking fake Anna. You said last week that you hated her. Even if you don't I do and I think if I have to sit in the same room as her for five minutes I  will spontaneously combust."
She just laughs that laugh, the one that every girl uses when something isn't even funny, giggly and coated in a sickly sweetness. It only takes a couple of sentences before the conversation dries up to the crackly awkwardness it should've been in the first place. Soon enough we are there.
Anna stops outside her door and turns to me, "Please don't say anything to Kel's. Zara you know how much this means to me."
"What? Being a basic popular bitch. Anna I grew out of wanting all that shit four years go; maybe its time you did too."
She honestly looks quite shocked as I spit out these words. Sure I hate the girl, but she is my best friend and never have I ever snapped at her before. It  almost became a fear of mine. I hate her. I love her though and if I ever lost her I don't think my life would be the same again.
"Sorry, look you know better than anyone how hard high school has been for me so far. We've been here for what seems like an eternity anyway. Anna look at me, I love you more than anyone else in the world. Even though the last time we talked properly it was about what length hair extensions you should next go for." I practically beg for my forgiveness.
Luckily enough for me Anna laughs and brushes off the awkwardness. The door is pushed open and Kelly-Anne is stood there covered head to toe in a forced smile. I'm not sure if throughout this hour I will end up actually dying from the stupidity of these two girls together, or if I'll struggle through.