D for Delinquent

Fress

Coven's P.O.V

I'd hate to pop anyone's balloon, but I hate Lucky Charms more than I hate artificial grape. And yet, the box plastered with a creepy ass leprechaun is staring into my soul.

I looked through the fridge and ended up eating leftover chinese food from three days ago. It tasted great by the way. I love old, crunchy noodles that are for some reason soggy at the same time and half eaten dumplings.

Throwing the empty takeout box in the recycle, I shoved the box of Lucky Charms into the freezer. Then, I grabbed my backpack and quickly left the house. 

The crisp, autumn air greeted me as I stepped outside. The leaves were turning shades of orange and red while people were getting ready for Halloween. Two months beforehand.

The high school building was now directly in front of me, and I couldn't help but beg for another tornado to hit Kansas so I didn't have to put up with this shit.

My footsteps were silent as I climbed up the brick stairs that led into the common area for the students. People were talking with friends and actually being joyous.

I walked through the halls and students eyed me carefully, trying to get as far away from me as possible. A boy even threw himself at a locker, which almost made me crack a smile.

Once again, I opened the door to L2, but I was greeted with an empty classroom this time. Then again, the bell that signaled everyone to get to class rang in five minutes so my fellow classmates were probably participating in human interaction. 

Shrugging off my backpack, I took a seat and looked at my YouTube notifications as I waited for the bell to ring.

A few students lumbered into the classroom, but once they saw me they lumbered right out.

The bell rang, bursting my eardrums in the process, and the seniors that came into the classroom before were now shuffling in. I could feel their gazes on me, but I shrugged it off. I mean, I knew I was gorgeous but they don't have to stare. Just follow me on Instagram dumbasses.

Approximately five seconds before the bell telling class to start rang, the girl who formerly had a mustard yellow t-shirt on came rushing into class. My best buddy, seat neighbor was now wearing a coral and white striped tee.

She seated herself right next to me without acknowledging my presence. I watched as she immediately whipped her phone out and started texting briskly to someone. I pocketed my phone and took out the homework that I should've done at home, but I didn't really want to.

The teacher walked in briskly and took attendance, still stumbling over my name. Seems like fixing that criminal reputation of mine isn't going to be a goal that I'll complete soon.

I finished the 25 math questions that my asshat of a math teacher assigned us on the first day of school and forged my parent's signature on several class syllabuses. No way in the world was I going to ask them, I have barely spoken full sentences to them ever since I got back.

The bell rang and I got up from my chair. I crashed into the girl who sat next to me and watched as her back met the empty desk beside me. 

She pulled herself up and narrowed her eyes at me.

"Watch where you're going Navarro," she spat. I looked at her thoughfully. She knew who I was, but she wasn't scared, interesting.

"Watch where you're walking Cho," I retorted. That's right honey, I remembered your name. 

She merely glared at me and pushed me oh-so-hard and stormed off. I mimicked her voice in my head while the classroom emptied out and filled with Level B students that looked scared out of their minds once their eyes landed on me.