Freshman

Five Months Later

Dani's POV

"Ellie Jones! One more peep out of you and you'll be seeing the principle!" scolds Ms McDonald. She looks around fifty, has beatty eyes and wears the ugliest jean skirts. She also has a burning hatred for me. I use my hand to gesture her mouth and make fun of her to the girl next to me, she's my lab partner.

"You know what?" I yell at her, standing up and slamming my hands on the table. "Send me to the office! I'm sorry I disturbed you're precious learning with my personal opinion on how I'll never need to learn about frigging soil, and that you should teach us something of actual use!'

"Get out my classroom!" she yells and I copy her movements. I suddenly find myself laughing. I don't push in my chair, instead I grab my binder, and take a swig from my water bottle. "Least I don't have bingo wings McDonald!" I hiss at her and stomp through the classroom. Slamming the door behind me.

Screw everyone, what's the point of being here anyway? Summer is where it's at. And you to know what I did this summer? I spent it with my boyfriend Will, my best friend Lizzy and our entire group of friends. Not, goody two shoes Abby. We went out every night and I did't come home till at least 1 every night. Of course I was often grounded, but I did sneak out a few times.

I adjust my high waisted jean shorts and cropped leather jacket as I walk down the hall. I also am careful to put on my hot pink lip gloss. Lizzy says it's my trade mark, and I have to agree. I've been straightening my hair, and dressing a little less modest, but I love it.

I head down to the office, and chew on a piece of gum. Just because I know it pisses off Principle Dickens.

"Hello Danielle" says the fat secretary with her stupid half moon glasses with a chain on them."It's Ellie" I hiss at her and sit down in a padded brown chair beside a tall boy with messy blonde hair, thick glasses, a ratty neon green t-shirt, jeans that are a little short for him and black converse. How high is the flood? Ha loser

"Why go by Ellie?"he asks, clutching on his dark grey Roots backpack that's in his lap, looking up at me with blue eyes. "Danielle is such a beautiful name" he comments. Who does this kid think he is?

"Because screw you that's why" I fire at him and cross my arms.

"No thanks. I'm good, and I'm pretty sure it's incorrect grammar to start a sentence with because. Just so you know, you look like you need all the help you can get" he shoots back looking me up and down. . What he doesn't like my look? Does it make me look less intelligent? Is this geek making me insecure? Hell no.

"You'll die a virgin geek" I hiss at him and he raises an eyebrow.

"Least I won't die of STD's" he says and I stare at him.

"Listen here, I don't sleep around. I do a lot of things, but not that. So don't start something with me smart a**-" I'm cut off by the secretary.

"Mr Dickens will see you now" she told me and I got up with my arms folded. The geeky kid looked at me, wiggling his fingers at me in a wave, slight smirk on his face. If I'm going to mess with this kid, lets see how he reacts to this. "See you around sweetheart" I winked at him and blew him a kiss as I headed into the office.

"Honey I'm home!" I yelled to the principle as I slammed the door behind me.

Principle Dickens sighs the minute I enter the room.

"Hello Danielle" he groans and I scoff. "Hola" I roll my eyes and flop into the seat, in front of his desk. It's a traditional principle's offiice. Two ugly green chairs in front of his desk, a balding fat man sitting in front of the computer. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his jacket sleeve.