The Carter Family Screw Up [Carter Brothers - Book 2]

Three - "I would hazard a guess that you are the schools resident bitch."

After getting my class schedule and my locker combination, Jake had to see his soccer coach before class so I was left alone to navigate my way around the school. I found my locker pretty easily and was putting my belongings inside when a person slammed into me.

"Oops." Said the tall blonde who was walking past. She had her hand over her mouth, pretending that the shoving was an innocent accident.

"Oh go suck a dick and die, bitch!" Said the girl who was thrown into me.

"I am so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you." She said, removing herself from me and inspecting my body for damage.

"Uh.. No no I'm fine. Are you okay? She pushed you pretty hard." I asked her.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I can handle her, believe me." She said. "So i don't recognise you - are you new?" She opened her locker with was two over from mine.

"Yup. You dont happen to know where Mr Stokes' English class is do you?" I asked.

"Not only do i know, but I'm in that class so I'll walk you there." She said with a smile.

"Would you? That would be great, thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm Grace by the way." She was a little shorter than my 5'7, and had shiny black hair that brushed the top of her shoulders. Her pale skin was gorgeous and she had big dark brown eyes.

"Maggie." I said.

"It's good to meet you, Maggie. Come on, lets go." She said and we left our lockers and headed down the hall. We made it to class a minute later at sat down at a table by the window. Other students made their way into class and took their seats before the door opened again and in walked 'tattoo boy'.

As he made eye contact with me, he scowled and I quickly looked away. Sometimes my mouth says things before my brain has had a chance to process it and it has gotten me in trouble before, so I'm not suprised he's pissed at me for calling him an asshole this morming.

He took a seat a few rows behind us and I ignored the instinct to turn around to look at him.

"What are you doing sitting next to her?" Came a voice from above me.

I looked up to see the same blonde haired girl that had pushed Grace into me. She was tall and slim, wearing pink skinny jeans, and a white wife beater, over which a pink satin jacket sat. Her blond hair was poker straight down to her elbows, and she was pretty, but wore far too much make up.

"Excuse me?" I asked

"You shouldn't be friends with freaks like her." She gestured to Grace who, I'm pretty sure growled.

"I'm Cindy; you would be far better off in this school being friends with me and my girls." She pointed across the room to 2 other girls who looked almost identical to her. Both wore pink and white and had straight, long blonde hair, and overly painted faces.

"It's nice to meet you, Cindy, but I'm perfectly fine sitting here." I told her and she furrowed her eyebrows at me in confusion.

"Dont you know who I am?!" She asked.

"Uh... well having only been in this school for less than an hour, I really haven't had much time to form any real opinions of people, but from what I've seen of you so far, I would hazard a guess that you are the schools resident bitch." Again with the mouth moving before the brain realises.

I hear a snort from behind me, and I turn to see Tattoo boy stifling a laugh. When he made eye contact with me, he turned his face back into a scowl and I returned my attention to Cindy.