One of the Guys

Chapter Four

HayyyyyyyyyyyyyI'msupposedtobedoinghomeworkbutIreallydon'twanttobye

~Liberty :3

"So this is my new school," I grumbled to myself as I walked up from the parking lot. A bunch of kids were flipping out and hugging people, exclaiming about how much they had missed them over summer break. I rolled my eyes at a bunch of couples making out in the corners where the outer brick walls met. I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and walked in through the doors. Inside was even worse. Girls were hugging and gossiping everywhere they could. I tried to maneuver my way around them at first but then, after I realized my attempts were fruitless, I pushed through a bunch of the groups and flipped them off as I made my way to the office. I had no idea whether this was where I was to get my schedule or not but I thought it was probably the best place to start. I pushed through the glass office doors just to see a bunch of stressed old ladies scrambling around. I shook my head and walked up to a presumably empty desk. I raised an eyebrow when I realized there was a perso there, just ducking to get something. An audible thump could be heard as the person attempted to sit up. 

"Shit" 

I tried to digest my chuckle. When the girl finally sat up, I realized she wasn't the typical old lady behind the desk. She looked to be in her mid twenties. She smiled at me when she realized I was standing there. Surprising myself, I smiled back. 

"Hi there," she said in the sweetest tone I'd heard since walking in.

"Hey," I said. "How's your head?" She laughed and shook her head. 

"It's fine... It happens too often to be honest, and the school year hasn't even started yet. Now, what can I do for you?" she said shyly. 

"Uh, I'm new and I was wondering where I could get my schedule?"

"Oh! Sure, of course. Last name?" she said, shuffling some papers around. 

"Spencer. Samantha if you need it." She picked through the files some more and pulled out a piece of paper. 

"Here you are Sam," she said. I smiled as sweetly as I possibly could and replied,

"Thanks, uhm..."

"Oh!" she said looking surprised. She started looking through her bag for something. When she finally pulled it out, she put the name placard on the desk and said with a wink, "Ms. King, but you can call me Kelsey."

I laughed and said, "Thank you Kelsey," before turning to walk out. The school day hadn't even started and I had made a friend.... who just happened to be the school's secretary. I mentally face palmed at my stupidity. I officially classified myself as a loner now. At least it would help if and when I got in trouble with the school because eventually it will happen. Like one time last year, there was this girl in my math class who was the STUPIDEST bitch on Earth and I was forced to sit across from her. She would go on and on and on and on about fucking everything. One day I just lost it and punched her pretty little mouth in front of the whole class and had to be sent home. I did get like 20 bucks from some dudes I had never met before though because apparently them and their friend had made a bet on which one of them would be the first to punch her and since I was first, they paid me ten bucks each. 

So walking down the hallway going to who knows where was where I found myself, weaving in and out of couples and groups of annoying fellow freshmans flipping out about how "scary" and "mean-looking" high school is. I finally found some place that wasn't bombarded by people and got a chance to open my schedule. I unfolded the paper and saw that I was in all honors classes. That didn't surprise me. I've always been good in school- maybe too good. I've been called a geek and try-hard when it comes to my studies but at the same time I've also been called a badass and, most commonly, a bitch so it really didn't bother me much. To be honest, my grades probably mean more to me than they should but I never try with them, you know what I mean? Whatever.