Golden [ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ 2016]

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"Harmon..... Phoenix?"

I looked up from the seat that I sat in , in the very back of class. Today we had a substitue teacher who was acting like she didn't know how to pronounce my name correctly.

"Here." I told her , going back to my notebook that I was putting pen sketches in.

I didn't have a care in the world for what the teacher was saying because I already knew the material she was going over so I just went on with my sketches.

At school , the only time I was noticed was when I was being picked on for whatever stupid reason that I was being picked on for. I was very unliked because of my creativity and the things I liked; Everyone around here only cared about the next party or who's boobs are bigger.

Me , on the other hand , was worried about rather or not the Poetry Shop was going to be open.

When the bell finally rang, I grabbed my stuff--- just to have it pushed out my hands, fall to the floor and be laughed at by other students.

I sighed frustratedly and started to pick up my books. I saw a hand other than mine which made me shiver a bit. Was someone actually helping me? After having all my books back in my hands, I looked to see who had helped but when I saw who it was, I almost didn't believe it.

"Thanks....Matt." I said in a low voice nervously. Matthew Davis was one of the hottest guy that I'd ever came in contact with...well not that I made contact with a lot of guys. He smiled that charming smile of nice and stuck his hands in his pockets, "No problem.. hey do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Sure." I said, my voice cracking in the midst of the conversation."

"Well, I was having a costume party at my house and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?"

Oh my God. Was this actually happening? I had to be dreaming- the hottest guy in school asked me to his party at his house. I knew it wasn't a dream because before I could say anything, the five minute bell rang.

"I-I...." I stuttered debating how I wanted to say 'yes' without sounding desperate.

"How about you just think about? If you do decide to come, it's starts at 8 o'clock tonight. You do know where I live right?"

Of course I did. He lived across the street from me and man, did I love standing next to him at the bus stop. "Yes." I blurted out, interrupting my own thoughts.

"Great. See you later, maybe?" Matthew said, smirking before walking off to his next class. I watched him walk off which I felt like a stalker doing but I just couldn't help it. He was lust and charm in one man's body and it was everything all the girls in school wanted. I was quickly snapped out of thoughts by the bell ringing for the second time. I was late to class.

I'd never been late to any of my classes before and I didn't want to start now. I quickly ran down the flight of stairs crossing to the other side of the hallway and knocked on the door of the room that read "Room 411". The door swung open to reveal the devil herself-Hayden.

Hayden would be a girl that'd you call "Wet Lindsay" from Angus,Thongs and Perfect Snogging or your modern day "Regina George" from Mean Girls;But even with those comparisons she topped both of them.

Now just like all high school 'mean girls', they have their posse or what I'd call them, clones. You had Kylie- the white girl with all the attitude. She had auburn colored hair with freckles that she covered with too much makeup and was also Hayden's favorite cousin. Then, there was Jordyn- I was surprised that she even hung out with Hayden and Kylie, she had sensational grades and participated in various clubs but even with all that, she too had the famous attitude and attire that put her in the category of being a "mean girl". Her mocha brown skin complimented her facial features and her figure, she was slim with just enough butt to have guys sneak a peek every now and then.