Rejected By A Stupid Alpha [REWRITING]

Chapter Nine: The New Guy

I slammed my locker shut as I sighed in frustration. I have Math now and I forgot my Math book at home. I don't know what's happening to me lately, I'm changing a lot.

I nervously walked into the classroom not wanting to face Mrs. Lawrence on a Monday morning. Mrs. Lawrence is the most hated teacher of the school —or at least that's what I thought, but I guess every teacher has people who like and dislike them. Well, unsurprisingly, I am one of the people who dislikes her. A lot. She probably scolds everyone for the tiniest mistakes and not to forget, the detention.

I quickly walked into the crowded class and sat in the last row of the classroom, where Mrs. Lawrence wouldn't see me. Luckily, she wasn't in the class yet, so I had enough time to look around and do absolutely nothing.

I started writing notes and lyrics of songs. I stopped writing with a huff and looked out the window, spotting Alec and Mark in a heated conversation. Alec his ears were as red as Mark's face. My eyebrows knotted in a deep frown.

What the hell were they arguing about?

Suddenly I stiffened. What if they're arguing because of me? No, I don't want Mark and Alec's friendship to ruin because of me. Wishing that I was just being paranoid, I kept staring at them and wishing that I knew what they were arguing about. I really hope that it's not because of me.

“Is there something interesting outside, that you keep staring at Ms. Simmer? Care to share?” I heard Mrs. Lawrence her annoying voice say. I snapped out of my gaze looked at her.

“No. Its just that you weren't in the class yet and I started daydreaming,” I scratched my forearm nervously.

“Then I thi—”

The loud sound of the door flying open cut her off. Everyone's head snapper at the brunette girl who was panting heavily. I instantly recognized her. She was one of the cheerleaders of our school.

“Ms. Nicholas, detention after school,” Mrs. Lawrence said in a surprising calm voice. Usually she would shout and the whole school heard every word she says, but I guess Gabrielle must have been one of her favorite students.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Gabrielle waved her off and sat down next to me.

She sighed loud and threw her bag on her desk.

“You're pretty much calm about the whole detention thing.” I smiled.

She looked at me and smiled back. “I know. If I wouldn't do that, then she would shout so loud, that my Mom would hear her all the way at work.”

I chuckled, “Well, isn't your mom going to be angry about it?” I asked.

“Yeah, she will, and she'll probably rip my throat off, but hey, at least I won't see her today,” she rolled her eyes then beamed.

Why wouldn't she want to see her own mother? Maybe she's not all goody with her or something. Should I ask her? She won't make a big deal of it right?

After a long argument with myself, I finally got the courage to ask her about her mother. I sighed and looked back at her.

“Why don't you want to see your Mom?”

Goddammit, Faith! Why you gotta be so nosy?

She froze and she dropped the pencil she was drawing with, and she slowly turned her head towards me.

“Its okay if you don't wanna talk about—”

“No its okay,” she cut me off. “It's not a big deal.” She smiled and continued, “Well, first of all, my mother never, I mean never has time for me. Second of all, she doesn't like me, she loves my sister more who slept with God knows how many guys and third of, she's planning on kicking me out of the house, so she doesn't have to see me anymore.” she rolled her eyes.