I fucking hate everyone. Anyways...
I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THE BEGINNING OF THIS FUCKING STORY...
Madison's POV
"Madison! Wake up, you'll be late to school!" My mom screamed from downstairs.
I yawned, "UGH fine! Be down in a few," I struggled to get out of bed.
I walked over to my closet and picket out a pair of black adidas pants, and my white crop top. I slipped on my white Roshe's and walked into my bathroom. I ran my fingers through my thick, curly hair. "What am I going to do... I'm in 11th grade.. Insane".
I contemplated the reason for school, and remembered, oh yeah, I'm fucking stupid.
I giggled at my own hate remark and put on some light make up. I scrunched some water into my hair and looked in the mirror.
Wow, I'm getting old...
And I still don't have a fucking boyfriend.
I grabbed my backpack and ran downstairs, phone in my back pocket.
I snatched a granola bar and walked out the door. As I was walking towards the direction of school, I noticed another girl walking on the opposite side of the street. We had the same TØP back-pack.
I guess she noticed me looking, because she turned around and walked across the street towards me.
"Hey, I'm Kaitlyn," she smiled.
She was a blonde, about as tall as me, maybe taller. She had hazel eyes, and a perfect white smile.
"I'm Madison," I smiled back.
"You're really pretty by the way, I've always wanted curly hair," she lifted a strand of my curls and twirled it around.
"I was about to say the same to you! And curly hair is a mess to keep up with," I laughed.
"Hey, we have the same backpack!" She smiled widely.
"Nice! Twinning is winning," I smirked, and she laughed.
"Let's head to school and pick up our schedules," I laughed.
"Yeah, the teachers already hate me," she laughed back.
//Later\\
We walked into the cold school building, it was winter by the way. There were kids all over the place. Of course, I was new. I earned stares from each and every one of them.
I've only lived here in New Jersey for a year, but I took online school for my Sophomore year. So I don't exactly know anyone yet.
At least I took some time to actually make a friend. Kaitlyn seems to be really chill, just like me.
I rushed over to the office with Kat by my side so she could see my classes, "Madison Hall?"
They searched for my name and handed me a piece of paper, "thank you!"
I walked out of the office and Kat snatched my schedule, "we have English Honors 11 together, Math Honors 11, Chemistry, and World History," she smiled.
"Good! So I only have 3 classes without you," we both frowned.
"It'll be okay, you'll meet some of my friends that might have other classes with you!"
"Okay," I laughed, "let's get to class, you said the teachers already hate you."
//Later\\
We walked into class and I took my seat next to Kat, since I'm new and there were a lot of people. Social groups covered the tables; jocks, nerds, hippies, emo, and then there were the cool people. Or the popular group.
There was one boy, who kept glancing over at me, and his friends would laugh at him for it. He kept his gaze, now turning it into a state.
"Mr. Dolan, what is so important that completely drives you away from my lesson?" Our English teacher Mr. Fonder asked.
"I just zoned out. I'm sorry," the boy nodded.
"Would you like a closer seat, since you fancy Ms. Hall so much?" Mr. Fonder laughed.
"N-no sir, it won't happen again," the boy hung his head low, blushing a perfect link, clearly embarrassed.
"Okay, back to my lesson-" he began but I wasn't paying attention.
I wanted to know why this boy was staring at me. Is my hair messy? Something in my teeth? Can he smell me from across the classroom?
As I was thinking, the bell rang, signaling it was time for the next class. I stood up, gathering my things, "Ms. Hall, Mr. Dolan, please see me after class."
My gut dropped, I'm new and I'm already getting into trouble?
"Now, Mr. Dolan, care to explain why you were 'zoning out' in class?" He asked the boy.
"I-um, it was an accident," he was still blushed up a bit, looking at his shoes.
"It is okay Mr. Fonder, he didn't mean anything by it I'm sure. It'll blow over," I smiled.
Mr. Fonder smiled, "if you two don't end up together by the end of this school year, I'll give you each $100."
The boy laughed, "here are your notes, best be on your way to your following class?"
"Yes sir, see you tomorrow," I said.
We walked out of the classroom, silently, "hi, um, I-I'm Grayson," the boy stuck out his hand.
"I'm Madison," I shook his hand and smiled.
He smiled back, fuck his teeth are perfect.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" I said, turning around.
And with that, I think we handled the situation perfectly.
Grayson's POV
That girl is absolutely beautiful. I couldn't help but stare, and I'm so glad I caught her name. Madison... So sweet.
Can't wait to fully meet her. She's different from all the other hoes here at Sliders High.
She's pure beauty at its finest. I want to be the one to tell her that.
