Villains unmasked

1//Meeting Stephanie//Badass//

Clad in black skinny jeans,a loose white tank top, combat boots and a leather jacket,I make my way into Wilmington high school. My black backpack hangs off one shoulder and my naturally blonde hair is dyed a fiery red color. Mom didn't like the change but she adjusted.

Walking down the corridor, all I hear is the loud chattering of the students. All of them stand in their respective groups, probably discussing what they did over the summer. I look down at the map of the school I had received the day before during orientation, making sure I'm heading in the correct direction. Making two lefts and a right I finally find my locker, its a bit far from my classes but its not like I'm planning on attending most of them. Knowing my mom we are going to move pretty soon. Why make an impression when I'm going to leave soon.

Stuffing my bag into my locker I reach out for my chemistry book. The only lesson I intend on attending before lunch. I'm skipping two classes already. Nazmeera would be proud. Sighing I close my locker,thinking of my best friend -who I left behind- always gets me in a foul mood.

Raising my head up and straightening my posture I strut to my first class, making sure my scowl never falters and my glare never softens. Having thoroughly studied the map I know every nook and cranny of the school with the exception of my locker. In my defence as I've mentioned before it is very far from my classes.

I enter the class, seeing as only there are a few people in the class, and all of them look like teachers pets-the ones who suck up to the teacher and kiss ass as if their lives depend on it- I turn on my heel and walk out heading to the bathrooms.

I'm met with the stench of perfume as I enter. Scrunching my nose, I'm sure I'm going to have to deal with my sinuses revenge for putting them through this torture. I feel as if this place has a heavy cloud of perfume hanging above it,as if the female population at this school has nothing better to do than to spray tons and tons of perfume on themselves.

I walk towards the mirror and look at myself taking in my crystal blue eyes,sharp nose and fading red lipstick. Sighing I take out my trusty tube of Mac lipstick- a gift from Nazzy-applying two layers of the lipstick I make sure not to smudge any on my teeth,it happens. I form my mouth into an "O" shape and stick my finger through the hole. Its a make up hack I got from tumblr. It helps prevent lipstick from smudging onto your teeth just imagine walking around smiling at everyone looking hella stupid with lipstick teeth.

The bell rings signaling the beginning of our day. Great. Cue eye roll and groan. I look into the mirror once more,fluffing my hair,and straightening my posture once more. "Walk like you own the world and pretty soon you will,"Nazzy used to say. Gosh I miss my dork muffin.

Strutting once more to my chemistry class with only my notebook in my hand. The warning bell sounds ,and the remaining students in the hallways reluctantly make their way to their respective classes in the slowest manner possible. Rolling my eyes I open the door to my chemistry class making sure it catches everyone's attention, by that I mean I just slammed the door open.

The class goes silent and I feel millions of eyes on me. I feel beads of perspiration rolling under my arms,but there is no use of backing out now I've already started a scene might as well act it out. I strut into class head held high and swaying my hips a little to add to the effect. I was just about to make my way to the empty seat at the back of the class when I hear a voice ,and I presume they were talking to me. "Miss!" I turn on my heel to face a balding middle aged man, who seemed to be fuming. The moustache right above his upper lip seemed to add to the effect of the sneer he had on his face whilst his nose didn't stop twitching. He looked like he had seen his better days in his youth. "Yes?" I said in a bored tone,making sure I keep a calm look on my face. "You have the audacity to walk into my class late and you don't even apologise for it!" He says basically foaming at the mouth. "Aww,poor baby did it hurt your feelings that I slameed your door?"

That seemed to get him even more riled up. He turned and ugly shade of red,before yelling out "Detention!" This caused a laugh to bubble in my stomach before I let it out. I laughed till tears came rolling down my face.

He got angrier at this, "This is no laughing matter, you get two hours detention!" He yells out and I look at him trying my best to keep a straight face on. He pulls out a detention slip and signs it. He looks at me sheepishly,and I raise an eyebrow "Your name?" I burst out laughing again,and this time the rest of the class joins in. "Smith,Megan Smith Mr Sir," I say with a red lipped smirk.

He turns a bright red and hands me the detention slip, his face a cross between embarrassment and anger, "Take a seat right next to Matthews,raise your hand Matthews." He says. A cute dirty blonde raised his hand he was seated at the back, near the empty seat. I smirk at him "Thank you Mr Teacher Sir," I sat and saunter over to the seat .

I plop onto my seat and turn to Mr cute blonde. "Can I borrow a pencil?" I say with a small smile on my face,he pulls out a pencil and hands it to me. I open his note book and scribble my number on. "Give me a call sometime," I wink at him and turn my attention to the teacher. I scribble sufficient notes in my book to know what the teacher was talking about but not enough that it seems as if I was paying close attention, and after a long 40 minutes. I stand up immediately as the bell rings and then turn to the dirty blonde, "I'll see you around cutie."

Walking to my locker I put my chemistry book in my locker slam it shut and walk to the school's back exit. Maths could go solve its own problems I'm a teenager not a therapist, I walk out and see that the back of the school is actually very pictureseque and cute. There is green grass everywhere and there is an oak tree in the middle of it all and not far from it is a willow tree, I'm not very good at describing places but it was cute.

I make my way over to the oak tree and climb atop it. Perching myself on a sturdy branch I take out my earphones and phone and immediately start playing a track from my favourite underground rock band. The screamos. Not a creative name but their music makes up for their lack of ability to make up a cool name for themselves. I close my eyes, bob my head to the music and get lost in the lyrics.

After a couple of songs I get hit on the head by a hand. Opening my eyes I look at the person with annoyance. I am met with the sight of a leggy brunette clad in red skinny jeans,a tight black crop top and a leather jacket similar to mine on her petite figure. She has pouty lips in red lipstick, her hair is tied in a high ponytail . Her eyeliner is shapes her big hazel eyes and is sharp enough to kill.

"You're in my spot," she says snootily. I roll my eyes ,"Where is your name on this to prove its yours?" I raise an eyebrow with a smirk. She smirks back at me and walks over to me , she points to a particular part in the bark. "Stephanie," I read aloud. "Don't wear it out," she smirks. I laugh out loud ,"Wouldn't dare, I'm Megan and I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," I say with a small smile. " I like you, maybe this might be the beginning of a wonderful friendship."

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AN:: this is my first story....please give me feedback on how it was