The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(9) Poet And I Didn't Know It

1 month later~

Millie~

I followed the black Jaguar as it drove into the Central High School car park. Central High School was obviously bigger than East Side High, but I was not expecting it to be as big as it was. The large main school building was modern and stylish, made of lots of glass and lots of sleek stone. The car park was spacious and the expanse of playing fields showed me there would be no shortage of sport here; not that I didn't already know that.

Looking around I saw that the two most coveted parking spaces were empty. There were a few students stood around the car park in groups and all of them turned to watch as we chose our space. Of course all of them would be fighting to get a glimpse of the first Ward versus Wright action of the school year.

I rolled my eyes as we both pulled into the empty parking spaces. Checking my reflection quickly in the mirror, I opened the door and slipped out of the Aston Martin. After I had shut the door behind me and locked the silver car, I walked over to the Jaguar, shoving my hands deep into my leather jacket, where Brent, Tom and James stood.

"Are you ready for this, Mill?" Brent asked me as he shut his car door and folded his arms over his chest. As soon as he had spoken, the revving of a car engine interrupted us. Brent's eyes hardened as he stared over my shoulder and I turned around only to see the black Lamborghini, driven by Holden Wright with none other than Nick Wright in the passenger seat, that stupid smirk plastered proudly on his face.

I folded my arms across my chest and leant back against the car as the shiny, red Mercedes pulled in after it. I watched as they parked in other parking spaces, a small smirk toying on the corner of my lips.

"I was born ready," I replied, turning back to Brent briefly. Putting on my Ray Bans, I turned to the rest of my family.

"We aren't at East High anymore guys," I began, "When we are here, we share, but that doesn't mean we have to play fair, so how about we show them who is boss," I finished and smirked.

Tom winked at me as he slid on his sunglasses, "Inspiring, Mill," he started as we set off up the steps and into the school, "You're a poet and you didn't know it,"

***

The layout of Central High was basically the same as East High had been, just a little bigger, so none of us had trouble finding the locations of our first period lessons. I checked my schedule and after finding my Geography room I walked in, just as the bell rang. The classroom was quite long and had desks set up in twos. I noticed the teacher wasn't in the room yet but before I had a chance to look at anything else a large arm slung itself across my shoulders. Looking up through my sunglasses I was greeted by the smirking face of none other than Aiden Wall.

"What are the chances," Aiden began in a cocky manner, "That three schools merge and we still have a class together," he finished, winking.

"Funny that," I started sarcastically, "Now you tell me, what the chances are of me breaking your nose at this school, just like I did at the last one?" I finished, smiling sweetly and shrugging his arm off my shoulder. Shooting him one last smirk, I walked to the back of the classroom and sat down in an empty seat. I crossed my legs and sat back in my chair just as the teacher walked in.

"Hello students, I am Miss Matthews," the 'far too peppy for my liking' woman began with a sickly sweet and extremely toothy smile. After talking for a while about how 'nice' the work we would be doing this year was, she handed out some sheets for us to fill in by the end of the lesson.

After digging around in my bag for what seemed like a century, I came to the conclusion that I had put no pens in my bag. Well done Millie, first day of school and you forgot stationary. Slumping back in my seat, I looked to the person sitting next to me. She had bright red curly hair and freckles and was working diligently on her paper.