stereotypes have been a thing for as long as I can remember.
My stereotype?
New girl.
I stood in front of the large building I now called my high school. While walking up the the metal doors, I looked around at all of the people around me, already picking out the groups.
The perky girls with the short shorts were the cheerleaders.
The muscular guys were the jocks.
The girls and guys sitting at the picnic tables either with a computer or a book were the nerds and geeks.
There was the mutals, scattered about.
And then there was the bad boy. The one getting off of the black motorbike and fixing his black leather jacket.
Cold metal hitting my face snapped me out of my gaze. I groaned as I pushed myself away from the door and rubbed my cheek.
"Excuse me sweetheart but I'm pretty sure that door is supposed to be pulled not pushed."
"Uh. Yeah sorry." I winced and spun around to face the husky voice behind me. I stared right into the dark green eyes of no other than the bad boy. A pearly white half-smile was plastered on his face chiseled face.
"Are you done staring or can I go inside?" He asked, his smile twisting into a smirk. I nodded and stepped to the side. The boy opened the door and put his hand up.
"Ladies first." He smiled. I couldn't help but grin. I stepped through the door and he followed next to me. We chatted as I walked to my first class. Stopping outside the door, we bid goodbye to each other.
"I never caught your name." He said.
"June."
"I'm Matty."
I took a seat in the back of the class and opened my notebook. Three girls walked in the classroom. All of them wearing bright colors and I could see too much skin. Their hair was either pin-straight or in tight curls and colorful hoops and heels were their accessories. I mentally threw-up.
The classroom was dead silent as they walked through the room and all eyes were on them, all you could hear was the clicking of their stilettos on the tile floor.
The blonde who seemed to be the head of the group scoffed as she sat in the seat next to me.
"I think a troll could draw better than that." She spat.
I rolled my eyes and continued to sketch. Soon enough the class was over and I was out of the room in a snap. Notebook in hand, I walked down the long hallway to my locker. I shoved the books I didn't need into the small space and grabbed a few more pencils and the books I did need for my next classes. I sped to my next class, stepping in the doorway right as the bell rang. I looked around for an empty seat and my eyes landed on a familiar brown haired, green eyed boy in the back. I eyed up and empty seat next to him.
"Hi Matty."
"Oh hey."
I continued my drawing from the class before while our boring teacher went on and on about something. Half of the people in our class were either sleeping or about to.
