The Stalker #wattys2016

The new kid

(Gracie) ^
I got out of my Toyota corolla along with my best friend, Emma.  She looks a lot like me, green eyes brown hair the only thing different  is our height. I'm 5'7" and she's 5'5".
(Emma)

We've been best friends ever since we could walk. "Gracie?" Emma asked, I didn't even notice she was in front of me. I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow, "what?"

"You zoned out... Are you okay?"

"I hate Mondays." I grumbled. "Plus my brother came home drunk from a party last night and my parents fought with him, I didn't get much sleep."

She nodded and we left it at that.

We walked into school and walked to my locker first, then we were going to head to her locker next. I saw a cute guy next to mine surrounded by girls. I assumed he was new because I've never seen him before.

That were flirting and whipping their hair over their shoulder. I rolled my eyes, great a new kid that has all the popular slutty girls around them. I got to my locker which of course they were standing in front of. There were three girls, two had their hands on his chest, they  both brunette. One brunette had medium sized boobs and a small ass, while the other had barely any boobs, but hips and an ass of a greek goddess. The other was standing in front of him, she was blonde, with fake big boobs and a big ass. To say he wasn't liking the attention would be a lie.

I cleared my throat, which caused all of them to look at me. I saw the new kid and all I can saw is damn! He has green eyes and black hair.  "My locker is right there." I pointed to my locker. The girls that were surrounded by him were giving me the death glare. I titled my head back and sighed, "look, I hate Mondays, I'm tired, I've had a rough couple of days and I would just like to get to my locker."

"Why don't you, oh I don't know... go away." The blonde stated

"Why don't you, oh I don't know... go away, since I need to get to MY locker." She crossed her arms stubbornly and stayed put then gave me a smug expression. "Look here Barbie bitch, you with your fake boobs, fake ass and slutting it up with the new kid is fine, but when you mess with me on Monday mornings that just not the wisest decision to make. " I tilted my head and faked an innocent smile.

"Excuse me?" The blonde Barbie asked.

"Oh... why? did you fart?" I asked with a smirk.

Her face went red as a tomato. My smirk grew wider.

"Get your wannabe ass outta here before I make you." She said trying to sound confident, but failed miserably.

Emma chuckled and mumbled, "ohhhh, you shouldn't of said that to Gracie."

"Shut up Emma, we all know that you're going to end up like your mom..." Emma's face contorted from relaxed and cool to angry and a murderous one. She was about to lunge at her when I stopped her. She looked at me with a confused look, but I gave her a look that said, 'I'll handle it.' She nodded and stepped back.

I walked slowly to her, and she walked back until her back hit the lockers. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her face near me. She gasped and I smirked, "if you ever threaten me again or talk to my best friend that way again, I'll make sure that that pretty little face of yours doesn't stay pretty, and listen to me honey when I say this because I don't give empty threats..." Her face showed only horror. I pushed her away from me and her back slammed against the lockers. "And as for wannabes I would look in the mirror if I were you, because you look like a damn Barbie." I turned my attention to the slutty followers and then the new kid, "now, I'm only going to ask one more time," I breathed in and then out, "move away from my locker before I flip my shit!" I attempted to say as calmly as I could, but sounded like I was in pain

One of the girls mumbled, "this isn't flipping her shit?"

I rolled my eyes.

"She's not a morning person..." Emma said to them quietly.

The three bitches ran away as fast as they could as for the new boy he just watched me with an amused look and a big smirk plastered on his face. "What?" I crossed my arms over my chest and rested all my weight on my left leg. He pushed his back off of the lockers and walked to me, our chest almost touching. He moved his hand to caress my cheek, but I caught it. "Don't ever touch me again, got it?"
He smirked again, "no promises princess." He was walking away from me and I shouted, "don't call me princess!"

He kept walking, ignoring my demand. "What a dick!"

"He might be a dick, but damn look at that ass." She pointed and I smacked her arm playfully.

We walked to her locker than to our class together. We were two minutes early so we were here with a couple of other students, who don't like to spend their last minutes of freedom out walking the halls with their friends. We sat in the middle of the class. About a row up from being in the back right corner of the class.

"Do you think he'll be in this class?" Emma asked. Her eyes full of hope.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "God I hope not."

She giggled and the bell rang. Soon everybody came into class and took their seats. Once everyone was seated the teacher, Mr.Walker, came in, looking happy as always. He's my favorite teacher ever, he's funny, sarcastic and can take a joke. He also teaches my favorite subject English. He clapped his hands together, "ok class. We have a new student coming in today."

I groaned and Emma giggled.

Mr.Walker looked at his watch, "he should've been here by now, if he's not here in a couple of minutes I'll get started."

We waited for about five more minutes and he sighed, "ok class go get your literature books so we can get started on reading the Odyssey."

Everyone got up including Emma and I just waited until the crowd around the books died down a bit. Someone busted the door open creating a loud bang sound. All of our attention was directed towards the sound. The person who made the sound was none other than Michael.