Deanna's pov
Me and my best friend Elizabeth walked down the halls. She kept going on about the new guy Patrick and his friend Pete the 'bad boy'.
Liz nudged me saying, "Pete's perfect for you! I mean he's a bad boy and you're a bad girl." I stopped walking and looked at her asking,
"Why would you think that? I like being solo. No one to get in the way of me doing what I want." Yes I'm a bad girl. A bad girl that's friends with Elizabeth. Who's this ball of smiles and energy. We're complete opposites. But we get along amazingly. We like the same music. But yet we're so freaking different.
She shrugged saying, "Well they're both in our next class. You'll get to meet them then."
I smirked asking, "What makes you think that I'll be in next class? I mean I do have 4 minutes until then."
Elizabeth grabbed my arm and pulled us both to a stop. She made eye contact with me giving me a hard look as she replied,
"You're not ditching."
Okay. I won't ditch next class. I'll just ditch after that. Easy. I ran a hand through my long black hair and Elizabeth messed with her long light brown hair. Again in looks we're different too. She has a tan complexion almost olive and I do too. Just not as tan. She has light brown hair and hazel eyes. I have long black hair and gray eyes.
Elizabeth sighed and pulled me into the classroom. I walked to the back and Elizabeth sat down in the front. She expected me to sit next to her like always but when there's new people. I tend to like not being seen. Elizabeth stood up as a guy with short blonde hair walked in with a guy with tanned skin and black hair following him. Elizabeth said something to them and they sat next to her. She turned around and our eyes locked. She cupped her hands around her mouth yelling,
"Deanna get your butt over here!" I stood up and everyone watched as I moved to the front. I sat behind Elizabeth saying,
"There. Happy mom?"
She nodded and smiled, "This is Patrick and Pete." I waved and the guy with blond hair smiled,
"I'm Patrick. That's Pete." Pete nodded at me and I gave him a slight nod back. Before anyone could say anything else our math teacher Mr. Brins walked in and started the lesson. Thank god. I don't have to make small talk. I hate making small talk.
