10- Jumping Heights Highschool

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A high-pitched whistle that reverberated through the entire house awoke me. I propped myself onto my elbows and tried to make sense of it, but it quickly stopped. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table, it flashed 6:00 AM. "Rose, hurry and change we're going to be late for school!" Jeriard's voice shouted at me. This is so too early for me. I fell back down onto the bed, burying my head in my pillow.

I groaned in irritation. I'm too lazy to get out of bed. Somehow, though, I managed to drag myself off of the bed and into the bathroom to freshen up. After ten minutes, I was satisfied with my school look. I had on black skinny jeans and a red shirt that was ripped near the stomach showing some skin.

I strutted out of my room and into the kitchen. I heard a howl from the back door and Raphael raked his eyes over my body. "Damn! She's hot!" Raphael cooed.

I immediately blushed and heard Jeriard growl behind me. I laughed at his jealousy. I hopped onto a stool and grabbed a pear. "What was that whistle sound I heard? It was so high-pitched that my ears almost didn't hear it, but it hurt nonetheless," I asked Jeriard. He was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, his hair was messy as if he just got out of bed and he was wearing black sunglasses that covered his green eyes.

He gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, I was waking Raphy up with my wolf whistle. I didn't know you could hear it," he apologized, stealing my pear right when I was going to take a bite.

I crossed my arms in frustration as he smirked, taking a bite and handing the pear back to me. This boy really knew how to get on my nerves. I so wanted to throw the pear right at his head, but I was too hungry so that idea didn't appeal to me.

Jeriard pulled into a yellow stone building and showed a security guard his I.D. when he arrived at a huge wire gate. He parked his car near the entrance of the school, and sighed loudly as he turned the engine off. Raphael took this chance to jump out of the car and meet up with some of his friends, which he high-fived.

Jeriard walked out and opened the door for me so I stepped out into the cold breeze. I shivered. I think I should've worn something warmer. An arm wrapped around my waist and guided me toward the front entrance.

Once inside I noticed the very wide hallway and very high ceiling of the school, and the lockers that lined the walls. As we were walking I witnessed a bulky guy calling a sweet little boy rude names. "Hey nerd!" the bulky guy yelled at the small boy, slightly shoving him into the lockers. The boy's backpack fell to the ground on impact, but he quickly picked it up.

"Leave me alone," the boy mumbled. He tried walking away, but the bulky guy took hold of his leg and threw him into the locker. The little boy's head crashed into the locker.

I heard the boy whimper in pain, but he stood up nonetheless. "I'm not going to hurt you," the boy informed.

"It's not like you'd be able to, anyway. But, I certainly will hurt you," the bulky guy threatened punching the boy's stomach making him fall to the floor as he clutched it and coughed violently.

I saw the bulky guy lift his leg preparing to kick the boy in the face. Without thinking I pried myself away from Jeriard's arm and slammed the guy into the lockers. He left a dent and glared at me. Anger boiled up inside of me and I blinked away dryness that came to my eyes. "Look who comes to the nerd's rescue it's the new tramp. What are you going to do?" the bulky guy, which I knew was named Ronald, mocked me. He was going to get hurt if he doesn't run off soon.

He pushed me roughly making me fall on my back. The ground slightly began to tremble underneath me. This guy is getting on my nerves. The small boy, who was named Henry, helped me up and I kneed Ronald in his balls. He doubled-over in pain and I crashed my knee against his face. He collapsed to the floor with a thump, blood dripping from his now broken nose. "You just messed with the wrong girl, Ronald," I laughed coldly, "You've made it onto my list."

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