Mirror Mirror

friendly encounters

Taylor's POV:

uhgg I have these two idiots following me everywhere. I got to my locker and started getting my books together. I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror that was hanging on my locker door when I got knocked over onto the ground. I looked up to see a very tall teenage boy with black hair sweeping over his eyes.

"Watch it bitch." he said taking a step closer to me.

"umm......I.....I'm sorry.." I awkwardly stuttered at his intimidating stature.

"If this happens again you'll be sorry your were ever born with that pretty face." Suddenly a girl who linked just like me, except for fashion taste of course, walked up to the boy and grabbed his arm.

"Sam, stop, she didn't do anything worth killing her over. calm down." she laughed at the end of her sentence and sent him off. She offered me her hand and I gladly took it.

"His bark is bigger than his bite don't worry." I slowly stood up and brushed myself off as I noticed the big dirt spot on my shirt.

"Great, there must of been something on the floor when he pushed me over." I said to myself. The girl quickly took off her jacket and handed it to me.

"Here, I mean, I know it's not your style but it will cover the spot." I sighed and took the jacket. Great, now I have  to wear this all day.

"Thanks, I guess I'll see you around." I grabbed my books and quickly ran to my first period. I really hope no one saw me talking to her.

Averys POV:

She quickly ran off and left me standing there. Sam came up and put his hand on my shoulder.

"You should of let me kill her." He said shaking his head. I laughed and we walked to our first period. We go the took our seats as class began.

"I'll only let you kill her if she doesn't give me my sweat shirt back." He nodded and shook my hand.

"Deal." I laughed at his business like tone. I loved Sam, he was the only one who really stuck with me through my crazy life. He understands why I do what I do and doesn't judge me because of it. We have been friends since 2nd grade when one of the girls made fun of me for drawing dragons and spiders instead of butterflies, Sam told me he liked them and we were best friends ever since.

"Kids, today we have a new student starting. His name is Cameron." Our teacher motioned for the boy to walk in. When the boy walked in I already new who he was. I kicked Sam and he saw my look of fear. I knew this boy too well. His eyes met mine and he glared. I quickly raised my hand.

"Yes, Avery?" The teacher asked, concerned.

"Can I use the bathroom.......please?" The teacher sighed and nodded. I ran out of the room and waved bye to Sam. I needed to get out of here before that boy causes a scene.