New Ways

THREE

Amery

I held up my blazer sleeve lightly and took a glance down at my watch. 8:28 a.m. Where are my best friends? Class starts in two minutes and they are usually the ones reaching school before me.

I peered over to the entrance door at the back of the theatre, in hopes that as soon as my attention was focused on the door it would magically swing open and storming in would be my two sidekicks. Fat hope, I thought, after staring at the door for almost ten seconds and have nothing of that sort happen.

My sight shifted to the two familiar faces that sat at the very back row near the entrance. The second I locked eyes with Sigrid her eyes widened and she turned her focus to the front. Her brother, Seth, on the other hand retained his confidence and winked at me with his good eye. This guy must be trying to earn another black eye.

"Idiots," I scoffed.

"Who? Us?" Gwen chimed in. I inspected the façade of one-half of Team Amery and immediately caught on the difference.

"You cut your hair?!" I snapped. Gwen previously had such luscious locks which were dyed bright red in an ombre fashion, but now she spots a pixie haircut which has been dyed black.

"Wow, you noticed. That's something new too," she grinned as she slid in two seats away from me.

Jean-Pierre dropped into the vacant seat in between Gwen and I and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, Am, you said it like it was bad thing. I chose it for her."

"Please tell me that's not the reason why you two weren't early for class today."

Gwen took her thick textbook out of her black band tote bag and carefully placed it on her lap before turning her attention to me. "Oh yes it is. We had a sleepover last night, the one that you didn't want to join cause you wanted to go to bed at 8. We got bored so JP decided to cut and dye my hair for me."

"Because change is the only constant," Jean-Pierre shrugged smugly while reading a text on his silver iPhone.

Everyone, meet my two best friends. My two best friends, meet everyone. These are the two people that I have to tolerate in school for the rest of my college life because I basically have no other friends to have lunch with or better people to do projects with. Due to my overwhelming popularity with the guys in school that will only probably die down after I graduate, 99% of the female population in Parmont hate me with a burning passion. Gwendolyn Abrahams is the 1% born with the special superpower of putting up with me. Yeah, it takes a superhero to put up with my conceited ass.

And out of the 99% of the male population in Parmont chasing and doing almost anything to get laid with me to only get harshly turned down because I'm an old-fashioned lady who won't do it before marriage, the remaining 1% who is only interested in me in a purely platonic way because he is gay and wants to share part of my fame, is our resident French student Jean-Pierre Dupont.

"Oh no. It's happening again," Jean-Pierre interrupted my train of thought. The three of us exchanged confused glances at each other.