Chapter 3 New school and New Boys
Song of the day:
The Show goes on by Lupe Fiasco
Mom had enrolled us in a private school so yes... We must wear uniforms. I gazed at my uniform, refusing to put it on.
"Mom! Please!! I'm not going to wear this." I exclaimed.
"So are you saying your never going to go to school again?"
"No, it's just that-"
"Gabby just wear it! Ok?"
"Fine." I muttered as my mom stomped out of the room. I pulled the skrit on which was short enough to be underwear. The shirt had a v-neck cut exposing more skin then I ever do.
"GABBY! LET'S GO!" Gib yelled from outside my room. I checked myself one more time.
"Geez." I sighed as I walked out of my room. Lili was admiring herself in the mirror.
"Come on." I rolled my eyes walking past her room.
"Gabby don't you just LOVE these outfits?!" She screamed. I hushed her for yelling then ignored her.
"So you trying out for the cheerleading squad?" she asked curiously.
"Maybe. Why?"
"I'm going to try out!"
"Ha! Good luck with that!"
"Shut up." Gib muttered in annoyness. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys off the hook. Sam was lying in the backseat sleeping while Lili attempted to wake him up. I turned the radio up as loud as it could.
"Alright, already, the show goes on
All night 'til the morning, we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on
Alright, already, the show goes on
All night 'til the morning, we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go?
Just remember when you come up, the show goes on!" I yelled as I watched Sam flip out in the back. I turned down the music and laughed at him
I pulled into the parking lot of the giant school. Wow I know I'm gonna get lost. I had gotten a map of the school before hand and studied it a bit. French was my first period.
"Are you sure you don't want me to walk with you?" Gibson asked one more time.
"Like I already said IM FINE!" I yelled annoyed. I made a sharp turn around the corner, running into a hard body. I looked up at a young man with shaggy jet black hair. His grey eyes pierced into mine.
"Sorry!" I exclaimed.
"No no it's my fault. Anyways, what class are you going to?"
"French."
"Me to I'll walk with you."
"I'm Gabrillea." I said reaching out to shake his hand.
"Hmm, pretty name for a pretty girl."
I blushed a little as I tried to cover it.
"My name's Aiden." he replied as we walked through a classroom.
"Well-"
"Everyone! Take your seats!" the teacher yelled. Aiden sent me a wink then directed his attention the the teacher, as did I.
