Ch. 2 Confrontation with Blondy

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Okay, okay. Breathe, relax. Calm the fuck down Troubèl. You can find this STUPID class room. Can I ? Ugh. Why does this always have to be so hard when your in a new school. I should've been there 10 minutes ago. This stupid map is useless ! It doesn't even match the damn building.

Note to self: next time, don't be so damn stubborn and ask someone the way. After 5 minutes I found the reception, and asked them where my classroom was. She showed me the way, and I was 13 minutes late.

''Hey, sorry I'm new and I couldn't find the classroom. I even had to ask the woman from the reception to show me the way. My apologies sir.''

''It's fine, take a seat, I haven't really started yet anyways.'' Phew, glad I didn't miss much. He looks like a chill teacher. He is very young, or well, I think he is. He looks like he could be my brother. I looked around and spotted a free seat next to the blonde slut who death glared me before.

She looks me in the eye, and.. smiles ? Wait, why does she smile ? This can't be good. Okay, maybe I miss judged her ? I sit down and unpack my bagg. She didn't took her eyes off me for one second, as if she was trying to figure me out. Girl, I wish you good luck with that. She has light green eyes, and wears a tank, camouflaged top that opens up her whole back.

I decided to focus on the teacher, because he was explaining about the subjects for the current semester. After he was done, I wanted to get some work done. If I wanted to go to the party tonight, I had to do atleast some homework. Unfortunatly, blondy decided to ruïn myplan, and started a conversation.

''Hi motorgirl, I'm Kimberly,'' Kimberly. Seriously ?

''Uh.. Hi I'm-''

''I wasn't done talking'' Sorry to interrupt your majesty, ''I don't care about who you are, all I care about, is that you stay the hell away from my boyfriend.'' So I was right. I smiled at her. Game on. She looked confused, as if she thought I would be afraid. I start laughing at the thought.

''What's so funny ? There's no mirror here to see yourself.'' She smiled, she seemed to be proud of her insult. If it wasn't for Charley's dumb insult about the dummy bus, this would be one of the worst insults I ever heard. Not that I got insulted much.

''Oh come one, I thought you would come up with a better insult.'' Her smile dissapeard as soon as I said that out loud. ''And I would be more then happy to stay away from him, but ofcourse he needs to knock at my door everytime to ask if I want a drink with him IF he is not banging some other chick. Seriously, if you are his girlfriend, good luck, because that man has serious loyalty-issues. He probably sees you as another hoe and you know it, so don't act like you don't. Besides, it's a bit hard to keep my distant from him if he lives next door.''

I heard a 'nice one' behind me, coming from a girl, and some ''ohhh's'' somewhere in the class. Instead of paying attention to them, I kept my eyes focused on the blonde slut who apparently is called Kimberly. Ew, Kimberly. Why would you name your child Kimberly.

''Oh you're the girl that lives next to Charley. I thought I saw your ugly face before.''

''Oh, you're the blonde slut who was half naked on the hallway, refusing to wait 2 seconds so he could open the damn door. You gave my eyes every tropical disease that exist.'' Before she could say anything back, the teacher -who just walked back in to the class, apparently he left- interrupted us, ''ladies, no need to be mean to eachother. The bell rings in 10 minutes, just hold your horses for 10 minutes, will you ? Thank you.'' The teacher turns around and walks back to his desk. Because of blondy keeping me busy, I didn't had a chance to see who is in my class besides her. I don't see anyone of my old school, so that's a good thing. To make it even better, Charley is nowhere to be seen. I don't see anyone of my last class except for blondy ofcourse, and since she turned around to talk to some of her friends, I decided to talk to the girl behind me.

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