Trust Issues

The New Girl

I left my house as happy as a nerd who just got their braces, it was Monday and I had an awesome weekend.

Well I wouldn't really call it awesome but I was just happy that I got out of chores and I got to sleep.

My taxi came to pick me up and I was on my way to school. Rocking to some Black Veil Brides I took out my notebook and skipped through pretending to read to stop myself from staring.Everything had been fine until some one decided to crash the fucking taxi.

I didn't really mind, I was in too good a mood to let this jackass ruin it. I got out, took a deep breath and walked away.

"Wait hold on!"

I turned around slowly on my heels,hoping to get a 'sorry about that let me get you another taxi', instead I got,

" You forgot to pay me!"

A look of disgust flashed over my face but was quickly replaced by a false look of remorse.

"Oh silly me!" I screamed, coughing up the best little Texan girl accent I could. I searched my school bag feverishly and returned facing him, slowly pulling my hand out popping him a middle finger.

"Oh! What's this?" I asked rhetorically. He stood there with an idiotic freeze on his face.

"This is a gesture which means fuck you buddy!",I said backing away slowly and with that I turned and continued to school which was only few blocks down anyway, so there was no need to encounter anymore annoying human beings.

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My school was further than I thought, I felt as though I had been walking for ages.

Probably because I had the fitness level of a fat pig.

I removed an elastic band from my hand and used it to wrap my velvet red hair in a bun. I pushed open the doors of that dreaded place and walked in. It hadn't been that long, I thought to myself, but the school felt so different. I wandered about, trying to think of what it might have been, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.I turned down onto the 10th grade hallway and was greeted my a cloud of smoke, I had walked right in it and it got me a little upset.

Only a little because I actually like the smell in general.

"Why are you such an ass?", I asked shoving the dweeb who did it, as the smoke cleared I realised who it was and rolled my eyes. It was Akeem, the tall, handsome, black haired guy with the most beautiful light brown eyes, the best pearly whites and a body to die for.

At least that is what other girls saw, for me he was just the conceited guy that I happened to grow up with.

He laughed, stumbling back as he held his gut to contain himself.

"Words cannot describe how much I missed you Kayla", he said assuming that giving me sweet talk would change anything. He came in for a hug and I held up my foot to hit him in the dick, but he knew me too well so he guarded it and pleaded for mercy. I laughed and carried on my search.

The bell rung, I cursed quietly to myself and walked very slowly to class.

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I pushed open the door, my white Vans clicking as I stepped casually.

"Good Morning Ms.Morgan" my Math teacher spat at me in the nastiest attitude she could gather from watching 50 cent movies.

I don't know what she was doing. She wanted to be something she wasn't.

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to my seat, I sat beside Akeem and rested my bag in my lap. I removed the band from my hair and played in it.

My teacher went on and on about equations, and trigonometry and probably even mentioned a thing or two about her husband in bed but I wasn't listening, I was busy looking outside, counting the leaves that fell from the oak trees until she shouted,

"Jordan, would you like to try?".

I looked around, I had never heard the name before. My eyes landed on a fair skinned young lady, with bright green eyes, long brunette hair cut at shoulder length and she wore black, full black.

Black is my favourite colour, and I must admit, she did look sexy in it.

She smiled at the teacher and then spoke. Her voice sent chills up my spine, and I stared in awe.

I almost felt myself drooling.

That's what was different, her.