Undeniable: Lilliana's Beginning

Ch.2: A Week Later

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|| Chapter.2: A Week Later||

It's been a week since I started school. I made friends with a petite girl with short hair named Veronica Hersey, she went by Nica, though. That boy I met the other day with the Silver eyes—I only ever see him with his friends as they walk through the hallways looking all cool as if they smoked a joint, or got one of the ladies. Either way, they were just acting so immature.

"So, Lilliana, how's the project in English going?" Nica asked, sipping her strawberry milkshake. They have milkshakes here!

I shrugged, drinking the orange juice from a straw. Mom finally had enough money to send me $5 to buy something filling at the cafeteria. Nica's mom gave her a credit card to get her stuff. I was grateful for what I got seeing as I wasn't spoiled rotten like Nica was.

"It's going well. I'm almost finished. I just have to add a few finishing touches." I explained.

"Girl, you too innocent for me. I'm gon' corrupt you in a week."

"Ha — let me see you try." I smirked, brushing my hair from my face. I tried a new style; half-up on one side with curls left to hang in my face on the other side.

"Ugh, can they ever take a hint? Getting all up in our faces and squeezing our asses does NOT do the trick to sway us off our feet."

"They seem harmless to me," I said without thinking; I didn't even know them.

She gave me a ridicule look. "Honey, they are talked on about throughout school. Never get a fucking break from that. And then there's that boy, Colton Blake. He's a bit more timid than Nate, but they're all friends."

"Colton...Blake? The raven?"

Nica nodded. "Yeah, man. Girls from all over go home and fantasize and dream about running their fake manicures through his "luscious" hair." She snorted in disgust. "Give me a fucking break."

I furrowed my brow. "Um, okay."

"Yeah, and over there — the blonde dude, he's Nathaniel Ross. He's the stuck up man-whore who can't keep his dick in his pants."

They made their way over to our table and I immediately felt awkward. Nica kept shooing them away with her hands. "What do you assholes want? We don't fall for your sickly charms."

Nathaniel Ross, Colton's buddy—I presume—just smirked and playfully punched the others in the arm with his elbow. "Hear that, guys? We've got ourselves some feisty babes here. Hot and feisty, my favourite combined meal."

I saw Colton roll his eyes and swat back at his friend. "Leave 'em alone, Nay. We've got practice soon."

"I'd like to practice my tricks on them," Nathaniel winked at us. Nica just flipped him the finger; I grabbed my tray of food and walked over to the trash can. I turned back to find Nica in the fiasco that was Nathaniel and his boy band.

I walked back to the table and grabbed Nica's arm. "Come on, Nic. We've got class."

"No! Not until my shiny leather boot greets the insides of that asshole's ass!"