Popstar on the run

Chapter 6

"People are snickering."

"Really? I had no idea."

"Can you be serious for one sec, Sarah?"

I twitched my nose in embaressment and pulled the hood furthur on my head. "Well geez, as if being slapped wasn't enough." I deadpanned, making Ash glare at me. I held my hands up infront of me in a defensive manner as she huffed and carried on walking.

Just as I had expected, people were staring and gossiping about the incident that happened yesterday. And by incident, I mean me being slapped by Cheryl.

Seriously, God? Cheryl of all people?

The worst part was that since the incident, which was merely 24 hours ago, people were seeming to respect her even more. Though it wasn't the same for some of the other kids who don't really stand up in the 'social cricle'. I still didn't know what it meant, considering I was homeschooled up until now, and frankly, I didn't even cared.

And according to Ashton, I was now at the bottom of this 'rating'.

I had barely been in school for an hour, and people were already starting to call me 'The girl who got smacked'. Needless to say, it was annoying, but one thing the celebrity life taught me was to ignore people like that who apparently are 'lifeless bigots, who are desperately craving for attention and in serious need of a life'.

Aunt's words, not mine.

"Why did you even start a fight with Cheryl?" Ashton said as she opened up her locker to take out books for history class. I leaned against the locker and pursed my lips, shrugging casualy.

"She kind of... triggered a soft spot." I casually replied, not saying anything else. Ash glanced at me for a moment before sighing and closeing her locker shut, folding her arms infront of her chest.

"Well, you still shoudn't have done it. Everyone knows that Cheryl has a black belt in karate!" I gaped at her and threw my hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Everyone except me!"

"Seriously?" She deadpanned, rolling her eyes at me while all I did was groan.

"If you haven't guessed it already, I am new here!" I groaned while Ashton just frowned,

"You've been here for almost a month now, sure you're new here?" I huffed in annoyance and stomped my foot childishly.

"It's not fair!"

"That's how life works, hon."

I just crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, walking to first period.

The day went by, and so did the little bit of dignity I had left. Frankly, I shoudn't care, I know I shoudn't.

But there was still a little part in me who wanted to scream to everyone's faces that, 'hello, do you know who I freakin' am?! A popstar, that's right'

Damn it, I think aunt is rubbing on me.

"Why are you frowning?" I snapped out of my thoughts when Trevor's voice drifted in my mind. I snapped my head to look in his gorgeous eyes, and as always, they sucked me right in.

"Nothing really," I shrugged, "Just thinking about yesterday. You people really know how to make someone feel uncomfortable, huh?" Trevor lightly chuckled and pretended to take notes about anions cations.

Since you graduated school in 11th grade back in the british system, I had already learnt all of this, making me doze off and answering every question perfectly which was picked on me.