His Little Adventures

2: Cluts

After Bella and Ashey helped me clean off the coffee stench from my drenched hoodie, we started walking to class knowing we were late.

The whole time all I could think about is how much of a cluts I am. I've spent my whole high school career laying low and making myself blend in. But of course, I had to screw that up too.

Everyone looked at me, either snickering or being in shock at the chaos. Nice going, Emily.

We finally arrived at the classroom and my body froze right before the door.

"What are you doing? We have to get into class." Ashley whispered.

"I-I know but everyone's going to stare at us. At me." I replied in a worried tone.

"Hey, listen everything's going to be okay. Just let us do the talking okay?" Both Bella and Ashley nodded at each other.

Finally, after playing with my fingers, I worked up the courage to walk into the classroom.

Once Ashley opened the door and we piled in, everyone's attention was drawn to us. Mrs. Davis just stared at us, waiting for our lame excuse about being late to class, pen ready to mark us tardy.

"Might I ask why you three girls are," Mrs. Davis looks at the clock, "ten minutes late?"

"Oh well there was an emergency of some sort and we had to go and fix it." Ashley smiled widely, hoping no further questions were going to be asked.

"Ah, what was this emergency you are talking about" Mrs. Davis grew agitated at our bluntness.

"Emily got coffee spilled all over herself so we had to get new clothing," Bella replied quickly.

"Well, next time don't be so clumsy and be late to class." Mrs. Davis was eyeing me down, disappointed at the fact we disrupted the class.

Yeah because I choose to be this clumsy, thanks for the advice.

"It's her fault for not looking where she's going. What a cluts." Beatrice Gray snickered in a really high pitched fake laugh. Her extremely tight blonde curls were bouncing on her shoulder's while she was laughing. The girl's practically a walking Barbie doll.

Ladies and gentlemen meet West Wood High's ultimate bitch of our school.

Beatrice's "crew" was laughing at her remark as well as the whole class.

Quickly the three of us rushed to our usual seats at the back of the room so Mrs. Davis could continue her lecture. She was talking about Shakespear which I obviously knew where this would be heading, we'd have to do our finals on the book. Fun!

Did you catch my sarcasm? I hope you did.

As Mrs. Davis continued to explain how our final project would be graded and what the whole purpose of it would be, I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder at Christian.

He was looking very focused on the assignment, writing little notes down. I couldn't help to notice how his jaw clenched ever so slightly.

Christian was always the good kid without the bad rep. His stunning good looks and proper manners always would swoon both students and teachers. I don't know how the boy does it.

I continued to stare at him, watching all the little moves he does like bushing his eyebrows at something confusing or when he crinkled his nose when he was thinking very hard.

My trance vanished after I heard Mrs. Davis aim her question towards me.

"Emily? Are you going to leave my question hanging?"