The New Girl [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

I walked into the cafeteria and looked for Paige and Venus. I searched for a while until I spotted them in the corner. They saw me and motioned me to go to them. Venus scooted over and patted the empty seag for me to sit down.

"Thanks." I whisper.

She smiles and introduces me to her friends.

"Guys. This is Bree. She's the new girl everyone's been talking about. Bree this is Jessie, Kyle, Marsh, Sammi, and Cali."

They all smiled and said hi. I smiled back and then they started eating while I sat there on my phone.

"Are you gonna eat?" Paige asked me.

"No. I'm not that hungry anyway." I responded. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to eating her sandwich.

"So why did you decide to transfer? It's the middle of the school year." Marsh asked me.

"My mom kinda forced me." I told him.

He smiled, "That sucks. Don't worry though. We'll try to make your time here worth while."

His reassurance made me feel safe.

Throughout lunch, they kept asking me questions to get to know me better.

"Let me see your schedule." Paige said. I handed it to her and she squealed,  "Yay! We have the same classes after lunch!"

I laughed at how perky she was.

"Do you care if I walk with you?" She asked.

"No. It's fine." I smiled.

She handed back my schedule as the bell rang. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd of students. We had history class next, which I really hated. We were the first in the class and Paige introduced me to Mrs. Jackson. We had a small conversation, but Mrs. Jackson gestured us to go to our seats as more student came into the room. I sat with her obviously. I watched as the students just kept coming and coming, but one student caught my eye: Grayson.

"Look! That's Grayson Hunter. He's like the cutest and most popular guy in school." She pointed at him.

"Really?" I questioned.

She nodded her head vigorously. I looked at him and he looked at me. We stared at each other for a couple seconds but I broke the connection after Paige nudged me.

"Ooooo!!!" She said with a weird face. I pushed her to the side and we both laughed.

I tried to ignore Grayson but I had the urge just to stare at him. I would look at him and then at my paper. It was a real struggle. Class was over and I had English next.

As Paige and I walked, I felt sick. It was a usual feeling which meant I had to throw up.

"Um. I'm... I'm going to the... the bathroom." I stuttered. She seemed concerned but went on ahead to the class.

I rushed to the nearest bathroom and ran into a stall and started to throw up. This had been happening for a while, but my mom never cared enough to take me to the hospital. Once I felt down, I opened the stall door and went straight to the sink to wipe my face off. I fix myself up in the mirror and then turn out to go out the door, but I was stopped by two girls. They looked like a couple of sluts.

"Excuse me." I said but one of the girls stopped me by pushing me backwards.

When she pushed me, a sudden pounding sensation shocked my head. I winced at the pain but managed to shake it off as the two girls began talking.

"Wait a minute." The other one said. "Aren't you that new girl?" I nodded and they burst into hysterical laughter.

"What?" I asked.

"I mean everyone is saying that you look like a model which I didn't believe so j was just hoping to see you and now that I do, well. All I see is a trashy wannabe."

"It's my first day here. How the hell can I be a fucking wannabe?" I said.

Anger was boiling inside me. My fist clenched and the girl noticed.

"Oh. Don't wanna get in trouble on your first day do you?" She gave a fake pout.

The other girl laughed.

"Actually I don't really care." And with that, I punched her right in her temple and she fell unconscious to the floor. The other girl made a run for the door but I grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her down to the floor. I got on top of her and took out the small pocketknife I had stashed in my pocket and held it right in front of her face. She gulped. I looked over at the girl I punched first. Still on the floor. I turned my head back to the girl I had pinned down.

"Now we don't wanna have any blood on the bathroom floor, do we?" I trailed the knife down her cheek, to her neck, and then I lifted her chin with the knife. I gave a fake little pout just like the other girl. I could tell she was about to cry. She shook her head no.

I smirked. "Good. Tell anyone and I won't hesitate to put this knife right into you and your friends throat. Understand?"

Tears weld up in her icy blue eyes. "Yes," is all she managed to get out.

I got off of her and put the pocketknife back into my pocket. I walked to the door and looked over my shoulder to see one girl in tears and the other starting to regain consciousness. I smirk and leave to go to English.