I sit through the rest of class wondering whats wrong with her. Why did she act that way? As homeroom ends i walk out of the classroom and in to the nearest bathroom. When i do i see Selena stood there fooling with the bunch of braclets she has piled on her right arm.
"Selena." I say. She looks at me with fear in her eyes.
"What Demi?" She asks.
"Why wont you let me sit with you at lunch?" I ask.
"Because I dont want you to." She says softly.
"Why?" I ask.
"I just dont want you to okay?" She yells before storming out of the bathroom. I groan and walk out of the bathroom too.
I walk into my second period class and am disapointed to see that Selena isnt in here. I go through the process of introducing myself to everyone again before sitting next to Jasmine. She lets me copy her notes and helps me out with my work. Once we are done we start talking.
"How old are you?" I ask her.
"17, 18 next month. You?" She answers and asks.
"18." I answer. "Have you always lived here?"
"Yeah, Its a great place to live." She answers.
"So was Texas." I say.
"So why did you move?" She asks. I freeze.
"Mom got a new job." I lie smoothly.
"So I love your hair! How did you get it that way?" She asks taking note of my uncomfortablness.
"I went to a salon. It's naturally brown. Then is was red. Then is was blonde. Then it was blonde with pink in the tips. Then i changed it to blonde with blue tips and got bangs." I tell her.
"My goodness. You change your hair alot dont you?" She asks.
"Yeah. I like change." I tell her.
"So how many tattoo's do you have?" She asks.
"Around 11 I think." I answer.
