Meet The Fangirl

Chapter 1

      "If you like playing with food that much, you're going to clean up the school cafeteria everyday for the next two weeks!" said Headmaster Henderson with his low and manly voice.

      "But Mr. Henderson..." I tried to object, but the principal raised his hand, meaning I should shut up.

      "I do not want to listen! This is your punishment – end of discussion! You may leave now."

      Madison and I left the principal's office, facing the black and white floor. I ruffled my black wavy hair in annoyance.

      "It is all because of you!" Madison screamed in my face, her shiny blonde hair bounced slightly.

      "Madison, you spilled your lunch on my shirt!" I screamed back, pointing at the big brownish red spot on my light pink shirt.

      "You were the first one to spill your stupid milk on me!" she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

      "Yeah, because your stupid boyfriend stumbled me!" the voices were getting louder and louder.

      "I assume you would like me to add one more week to your punishment, huh?" Mr. Henderson's voice came out of nowhere, loud as a thunder. "Go back to class!"

      Madison and I stared angrily at each other and went to our lockers.

      "Alex is not my boyfriend. Yet!" she hissed and started walking faster, leaving me behind. I shook my head.

      I opened my locker and looked at myself through the small mirror hanged in there. A wave of relief swept over me and I mentally patted my back for not wearing my 'Always Keep Fighting' sweatshirt as I had considered that morning, or else there would have been a huge red spot on Jensen Ackles' face after the tomato incident.

      Searching through all the stuff in my locker I finally found my grey sweatshirt on which with pink letters was written 'I don't need no bae, when I have my oppas'.

      With no more tomatoes on my clothes I was walking towards the Chemistry class when a tall figure bumped into me.

      "I'm sorry," I mumbled and tried to walk away, but a strong hand got a firm grip on my wrist, stopping me.

      I spun around only to be met by the apple-green eyes of no other than Alexander Watson. I hated the fact that this was his actual name. Alexander was my most favorite name and the name of the Swedish hottie Alexander Skarsgård, and Watson was the surname of one of my favorite fictional characters – dr. John Hamish Watson from 'Sherlock Holmes'. It was not fair.

      "Watch out, babygirl. Is bumping into me a talent of yours?" he said, smirking with those full, deliciously looking pink lips of his.

      "Let go of me," I said coldly.

      "I don't need no bae, when I have my oppas," he read the text on my sweatshirt out loud. "Such a child."

      I yanked my arm from his grip and continued walking.