Newbie

Chapter 3

A/N Hey guys, thanks for reading!!:) I just started making mixes on 8tracks...it would mean the world to me if you listen<3 (I'll leave the links below in the comments if you cant press these ones)

 http://8tracks.com/jazzxmisfit/wasted-youth

http://8tracks.com/jazzxmisfit/welcome-to-my-life (this one is sadder)

PLEASE GO HAVE A LISTEN^^

Thank you xx

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      I officially hate school, today was just absolutely terrible. Guess what? I made no friends. Surprise, surprise! probably the most interaction I had today (besides the whole stair situation this morning) was some girl who came up to me while I was on my way to second period. This is basically what happened;

       "You're the new girl, right?" the girl grinned. She looked like your average popular teenager with long, straight, blonde hair, TNA leggings, some designer shirt and flawless makeup. The three girls surrounding her didn't vary too much.

       "Yes." I replied, hardly amused.

       "Wow, you totally got busted by Mr. F this morning!" Her smile widened, which to me, didn't seem humanly possible. 

        "Yup." I nodded slowly not seeing the point of this conversation.

        "Good luck in detention!" The girl cooed as she walked away surrounded by her minions who chuckled along with her. What am I supposed to say to that? "Thanks"? Or how about "I'll have a blast"? Maybe even " Too bad you couldn't come with me, detention is the bomb.com"? Instead though, I kept my mouth shut like I always do.

Besides that, nobody talked to me. Everyone seemed to stare at me though. Now I can relate to that Nirvana lyric; I feel stupid and contagious. Here I am now at the end of the day with nothing accomplished except a detention...with my ex-boyfriend. Yay, me.

       I opened up my locker to put away my books hoping that the floor would swallow me whole at any minute. Everywhere I looked there was people. I tried to focus on the contents of my locker to distract myself, but that didn't last very long. Before I knew it my eyes wandered down the hall where people were finally beginning to file out. I shoved my books in my bag as fast as possible so Mr. F wouldn't get his panties in a wad. Shutting my locker, I slung the strap of my backpack over my shoulder. I was just about to go on a wild goose chase to find Mr. F's room (room 650 I  think?)  when someone grabbed my shoulder. I jumped in surprise and whipped around, terrified that I was getting mugged or something.

        "Woah there, where you going Newbie?" It was Dustin with his typical arrogant smirk played across his lips. I rather be mugged, I thought to myself. The last thing I wanted to do at the moment was deal with this bastard.

        "Going to detention. And my name isn't 'Newbie' ," I spat. "You know my name Dustin." 

He coughed out a laugh.

        "Okay Blythe," he chuckled. "Why so cold?"

         "I'm not cold." I snapped.

         "Well you sure ain't hot." he said looking me up and down as if implying a second meaning. I glared at him before storming off in the opposite direction. What a douche! I don't have time to deal with this shit. I swear I'm a nice person, I just don't do so well when my mind seems like its so frazzled it's going to explode. Plus it doesn't help when the guy you shared your first kiss with and were head over heals about (and the one you cried over for a week straight) shows up acting like you never existed. Sometimes I wish I didn't exist.

          "Blythe?" he called after me. I spun around feeling the anger bubbling up inside of me.

           "What do you want?!" Old feelings began to spring to the surface. Dustin only grinned.

           "You're going in the wrong direction."

       Three minutes into detention and I already want to jump off a bridge. Mr. F's room was nicer then I thought. Turns out he's the grade 11-12 science teacher. He had the standard science tables that seat about 4. Huge windows along one of the walls lit up the whole room. It would've been actually peaceful if a certain someone hadn't been there invading my personal space. Dustin had to choose the seat right beside me out of the, what? 40 seats in the classroom? 50? I thought I couldn't get anymore annoyed.

I guessed wrong.

Dustin got bored of the silent treatment so he put on his earphones putting on his rock music full blast. UGH. This kid is literally begging to get sucker punched. Just ignore him Blythe, I coaxed myself. I took out a piece of paper trying to calm my mind by drawing. I sat patiently for about 5 minutes until I couldn't take the music  any longer. I looked over to see Dustin looking out the window bobbing his head to the music and tapping the desk to the beat. The light caught his sea blue eyes and lit up his perfect skin, turning his blonde fohawk a gold colour. He was attractive. He was mine once too, my mind chipped in. Just then another noise caught my attention. It came from the door. I turned to see a group of guys trying to get Dustin's attention. All of them were holding a football helmet in their hands. Oh god, please not jocks. I watched as their attempt to get his attention failed and they turned to me for support. They rapidly started signaling me to get Dustin. I nod before turning to my right tapping him on the shoulder. He turns to face me with eyebrows raised and eyes as piercing as a dagger. I freezed up not knowing what to say and instead just pointed at the group by the door. Dustin acknowledged them with a quick nod and turned to Mr. F who was casually sleeping at his desk. Dustin turned back to the group offering them a grin and a thumbs up. Carefully he pulled back his chair and grabbed his bag.

      "Have fun in detention." He whispered in my ear grinning before jogging out the door to join his team.

      "You're just going to leave me here?!" I called after him.

      "Don't have too much fun without me sweetheart." He grinned before turning his back indicating that the conversation was over. Are you kidding me? He's just ditching me like that? What a jerk.

      After a solid hour and a quick lie to cover up Dustin's absence, I was finally at home and away from the horror show they call high school. My parents were at work and my younger brother was at a football game so I had the whole house to myself which I didn't mind whatsoever. I was ,just, overwhelmed that I couldn't do anything, but lay motionless on my bed. I went over all of todays events in my head. I got in trouble before I even entered the school. I embarrassed myself infront of all my peers. I got reunited with my douchebag ex. I didn't have the guts to explain to the office lady what happened with Mr. F to get myself out of detention. First period math class was surprisingly difficult. I made no new friends. I sat by myself at lunch. Just then someone interrupted my train of thought.

      "Newbie at high school, eh?" There, standing in my doorway, was a boy who looked about my age and had to be atheist 5'11. His honey coloured skin went well with his hazel eyes, pink lips and messy brown hair that swept down to the right and curled at the ends. My heart began to pound. There was only one problem; I'd never seen this boy in my life.

       "Who are you?!" I screamed in terror. The boys smirk disappeared and the boy vanished as quickly as he had come. I jumped off my bed ad grabbed the bat I used for soft ball practice from the  corner of my room and sprinted out my door into the hallway. I checked every single room before heading downstairs. Was I hallucinating? I checked the main floor and sprinted down the stairs into the depths of the basement. My heart didn't stop pounding. In horror movies this the part where everyone dies, I thought, I'm going to die. I checked every crack and crevice- I even rechecked the whole house- but the boy had literally disappeared in mid air. Am I going crazy?