18 Definitions Of Playful

3- New guy?

I heard the annoying sound of my alarm clock and groaned. High school's finally here, again. I turned the stupid thing off and stretched my body on the bed. Waking up early has been something that I've hated for as long as I can remember.

I got up from the bed and made my way towards the bathroom, took a quick shower and did my daily routine. It was already 7:15 when I started getting dressed so I hurriedly put on some dark blue jeans, a soft pink shirt and my white converse. It's September and it can get really chilly in the morning so I decided to take a light jacket with me in case I got cold.

I walked down the staircase and to the kitchen to grab a bite. Cereal is what I'd eat most mornings but I wasn't feeling like it today so I grabbed an apple, got my car keys and made my way to my car.

It was actually pretty chilly outside so I was glad I took my jacket with me. I threw it on as I started my car's engine. The drive to school wasn't that long, just a 20 minute one.
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As I parked into the schools parking lot I saw freshmen and other kids being hugged by their parents before they got inside the school grounds.

I felt a longing inside of my chest. It has been so long since my mom dropped me off at school like this...too long. I know I shouldn't but I just couldn't help myself from thinking about my dad. He must be in Kate's arms right now, sleeping soundlessly. It's not like I'm jealous or anything but I just wish he was here today, on the first day of my senior year.

A sigh left my lips as I turned the car off and made my way towards the main entry of "Priston High". Priston's quite a large school with more than 1000 students. The building is pretty big too and you can get lost easily. I spent all my high school years here trying to be as quiet as possible but it was hard seeing as though people always thought there was something interesting in me.

But I know that with the attention comes drama, boyfriend trouble, jealousy and a bunch of other things I don't even wanna hear about. That's probably why I decide to keep it low and quiet.

I don't want drama nor do I want a boyfriend to cause me any. My studies are my first priority right now. This is how it has always been, and I don't think I'll have any trouble keeping it that way since I've gotten pretty good at it.

I walked through the doors and went to get my schedule.

"Hey Mrs. Danielle, may I get my schedule please?" I asked the old lady that has been our schools secretary since before I even got here.

"Oh Rachel, darling, you look so pretty, even prettier than last year! And you've grown so much!" She replied with her usual cheerful tone.

"Thank you ma'am, that's what you tell me every year. But I'm just the same" i told her with a smile.

She laughed softly and handed me my schedule before rushing me to class.

I saw that I had homeroom with Mr. Michael but I decided to go to my locker first.

I noticed two figures leaning against it and as soon as I recognized who they were I jumped on them.

"We're seniors!" I couldn't contain my excitement as I shouted at my two best friends.

"Hey! Get off me dumbface." That was Anna pushing me off her, let's just say that unlike Jonny she isn't that fond of hugs.

"Yes we are beautiful!" Jonny cheered with just as much excitement as he embraced me in a tight hug.

"How do you guys feel?" I asked them both

"Well I'd gladly ditch and go back to sleep" said my Saint with a yawn

"And I feel like I'm ready to go rock this shitty place!" Jonny's voice was heard as he gave Anna a confident smile. Only to make her roll her eyes and yawn again.

Unlike me and Anna he loved being in the center of attention and seeing as though he was co-captain of the schools basketball team he had already achieved it. Jonny's dark lashed brown eyes and tall, lean figure make girls go mad. Although he never took any of them seriously he was always sweet to every single one of them, I'd define him as a sweet fu*kboy for that matter.

We chatted for a little longer until it was time to go our separate ways. I walked to homeroom with people greeting me with a hi or hello from time to time. I sat at the front row near the teachers table. This is my seat. I love sitting here because I can't get distracted from my studies.

A few moments later students filled the classroom laughing among themselves. The teacher shut the door as soon as the bell rang and started talking about himself.

"Hello class, I'm Mr. Michael and we'll be having homero-"

The classrooms door opened and in came a tall, probably 6 foot boy. His hair was thrown together in a messy way and he had his sides cut at a medium length. The little diamond piercing in his nose and the cut on his straight dark brown eyebrow gave him an irresistible look. He was wearing a pair of black ripped jeans, a white v-neck and a black leather jacket. More than a few chains of silver hung from his neck, one I could detect was a small cross. It was the only necklace above his white shirt.

"Is this homeroom with Mr. Michael?" The strangers deep voice asked. His voice was sharp and masculine with a hint of British accent.

"Yes it is. And you are?" The teacher had him an unpleasant look but he didn't seem to notice, or more like care, at all.

"I'm a student" with that the dark boy turned his back towards the teacher and got comfortable at the very back seats staying silent for the rest of the time.

Chapter three! Here it is guys, and you've finally met the infamous ........ You don't know his name yet! You will soon thought just scroll past this chapter. 😝

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