Always~ r5 fanfic

Chapter 2

Last night was awesome, to bad I now have school. I'm not what you'd call "popular". And it's only because I have a rule against looking like a stripper and acting like a dictator.

As I walked through school I kept my shoulders back and head high, heartless bitches can smell fear and intimidation. I smoothed out my purple plain t shirt and made my way to my locker, I put in my combo before retrieving my the needed books. As I went to shut my locker someone slammed it for me. I followed the arm back to it's over make up'd owner Brit.

She wore her hair up in over done curls, they framed her cake makeup face with the matching fake blond. See I think the only thing original on Brit is her......nope nothing original. She has fake nails, hair, eyes (colored contacts), nose, thoughts, boobs, face... Let's say she is just the definition of fake. She's more fake than reality TV. "Hey Emily..heard you went to the R5 concert last night." She said and she chewed her gum loudly.

I reached up and wiped her spit off my cheek. "Yeah Brit, I did. I need to go to class." I said as I ducked under her arm. She went to grab me but I lightly kicked her 10 inch heels and that sent her firmly to the floor. I rushed to my first class as brit's followers scrapped her off the floor. I just cleared the doorway when Brit came barreling into the class.

"Miss Hugo you are not in my class." My up tight teacher Ms. Magolliun snapped, Brit huffed and began to throw a fit (which works for every teacher except Ms. Magolliun.) "Get out of my class before I give you detention!" She spat, Brit's whole face turned beat red as she turned and scurried out of class, the class giggled and snickered as she left.

I was safe from Brit until lunch, no teachers to protect me there. I got my lunch as quickly as I could before running outside to this one spot in the courtyard that's completely hidden from view. I sat on the little patch of grass, dandelions sprouted out around me as I leaned against the tree, basking in it's shade. I bit into my sandwich with my eyes closed, trying to relive my night last night.

That's the thing about perfect things, they never last.

In my pocket my phone buzzed, I ignored it since i only had so much time in lunch and could answer it later, I chomped away the rest of my lunch before tossing my trash and rushing to my first class early so not to get trampled in the crowd.