The Bad Boy's Princess

Chapter 2

Arabella's outfit ^^

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I've heard that the first day of public school is always awful. Justine helps me to not look so... Princess-y and makes me put on some plain jeans and a white cropped tee shirt. She also makes me put on some sneakers and apparently that'll do. She puts my hair in a French braid and does some light make up on my face so I'll "blend in". She gives me a backpack for school things, and before we know it she's driving down the street.

"Argh, we're going to be late," Justine growls, glaring at the cars driving by.

"But Justine, it's only 7:55." I furrow my eyebrows and glance at her again.

Back in Unovria, our schools start at 8.30am. And Justine only lives a 10 minute drive from her - our - school.

"Yeah, and class starts in five minutes. Plus we have to get you set up at the office and ugh- if you had have just walked a little bit quicker around the house we wouldn't have been in this situation!" She huffs, blowing some of her long, black, straight hair out of her face.

"I don't like to run."

"I said walk." She grits through her teeth.

"Stop being so feisty Justine. Lighten up, that's how that term is used right? Lighten up?" I ask, still grasping some of the American slang.

She sighs and rubs her forehead as we pull over at what seems to be the school. "Yes - now get out."

"Grumpy pants." I mumble under my breath.

Justine is basically a sister. Meaning no matter what, we still love each other. 

"Come on, we need to get you sorted." She grabs my arm and pulls me to a brick building with the word OFFICE painted on the wall.

She walks me to the front desk where a woman is sitting, loudly typing away on her keyboard. Justine clears her throat to get the woman's attention.

"Just a minute," The woman responds to Justine's rude greeting. "What can I do you for you two?" She asks once finished furiously typing.

"This is Arabella, she's a new student." Justine says and as she glares at me I give her an innocent smile back.

"Ah yes, Arabella. What a lovely name."

I smile at her while she taps on her computer. "Thank you," I reply.

"Is that an accent? You're not from Maddensville are you?" She asks and glances up at me then back at her computer.

"No, I'm from--" Justine clears her throat again, cutting me off. "Are you okay? Do you need a cough drop?"

"She's from England." My sisterly best friend cuts in.

The woman hands me a few papers, "Well it's very nice to meet you, Arabella, now, here you've got your timetable and your locker number, some other things like a map, you should hurry though. It's already ten past."

I hear Justine sigh loudly and mumble something probably not very nice under her breath.

"Justine. Don't worry. Your teacher will understand just explain there's a new student and you had to help her out." The woman explains.

"Yeah yeah whatever." Justine mumbles. "Come on Ara."

"Thank you!" I call out to the woman behind the desk as Justine drags me away in a small fit of rage.