She strutted into class 10 minuets after the bell, her hips swaying slightly as she reached the teachers desk.
"Ali, present." was all she said before popping her gum and walking to the back of the class, taking a seat at the end of the row next to the window.
The teacher, who was quite a nervous wreck as it was, looked astonished. Her jaw hung low a slight bit before she gulped and faced the bulky computer on her desk.
"Fresh meat!" my best friend, Henry Bowers, smirked before sitting up straight to get a better look at the new girl.
I took a slight peak too. She was pretty, to say the least. She wore a loosely fitting Sex Pistols shirt that just screamed 'anarchy'. It was paired well with a pair of ripped, washed out blue jeans and red Doc Martin worker boots that looked pretty battered. Fresh meat indeed.
She sat a seat away from Vic, two from me. I would have been jealous a few months ago, that he got to sit closer to the new girl, but my assumptions were almost declaired true when I noticed the blonde not even close to glancing over at her.
"You not gona introduce yourself then?" Henry asked rudely but used a tone that seemed to claim nice intentions.
"Ali." was all she said before popping her gum again.
She almost completely blanked the bully, which seemed to anger him.
"Listen here, whore. You-" he started but she soon cut him off.
"I don't know what this school is like. You could kill me if you tried. Blah blah blah, I've done this more times than you've took a shower. Grow up, Bowers." she mocked and insulted and astonished all in a couple sentences.
She succeeded in shutting Henry up though.
Belch gauped at her, his mouth moving like a fish's would. I found this amusing, as well as the girl. Ali, eh? I could get used to her.
The class continued and she didn't communicate with us for the whole of it. Henry kept trying to get her attention but he failed miserably. I ignored her and entertained myself by ripping up paper or swatting different bugs that landed on my desk.
I had grown used to Henry trying to get girls but doing a terrible job at it, and then insulting them if they declined his offers, or demands, to go out with him. She seemed different though. She wouldn't care about what he was actually saying but more of the fact that he was saying anything in the first place. Every word he formed would get an eye roll or a groan from the girl and I think she knew it was annoying him.
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Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.
FanfictionThe gang set their eyes on the loner a couple days after she started. She was mysterious and nobody seemed to know anything about her. They were drawn to her by her recklessness and lack of cigarettes, the snarky remarks and her untold truth. She w...
