Badass Babe // Victor Criss DISCONTINUED

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Monday. My first day at my new school. Not so psyched about that. I guess I've been talked about a lot between students and such. I slowly get up and pull a camouflage crop top and leggins out of one of the boxes and put them on. I find my white adidas shoes and grab my black bookbag making sure everything is in it. Since I have 20 minutes to spare I decide to put on some light make up for today. My nails are a matte black almond shape, perfect enough to cut a bitch if necessary. Right before I leave my room I lace up my adidas and adjusting my clothes if needed. Looking at the time it's 6:53. I have 7 minutes to get to the school since it starts at 7:15 but I'd like to be early and figure out my schedule.
"Bye Rodger! See you after school!" I yell as I'm going out the door. The walk is only 5 minutes thankfully so I don't have to walk a long ways.

As I'm walking up to the school I notice that I'm getting a lot of stares, maybe it's my clothes? Maybe the fact that I'm the new girl? I begin walking a bit faster because of the looks and whispers and I reach the front door of the school. Quickly going inside I find the front office right away.
"Hi, I'm Carrie Valentem, I'm the new student."
"Ah yes, we rarely get new students so I'm sure everyone is excited about your arrival."
"Oh really? That's cool, I'm here to pick uo my call schedule."
"Oh yes, alright, here you go," the woman behind the desk hands me a small stack of papers. "that's everything you need to know about the school, and your schedule is on top."
"Okay thank you, and where is room 310? That's my first period."
"Directly down that hall, it's on your right, you can't miss it." She points towards the hall outside the office.
"Thank you!" I say walking out of the office. I begin my walk down the hallway that seems like it's going foever and I finally reach room 310. As I put my hand on the knob I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Opening them back up I twist the handle and open the door. As I step into the classroom a few students began to basically study me. They wouldn't take their eyes off me as I walk to the teacher's desk.
"Hi, I'm Carrie Valentem. I'm new in your class."
"Yes! Hello, I'm your geometry teacher! Mr. Bueckly! Your seat is right there." The way too optimistic math teacher says pointing to one of the few empty desks in the back of the room.
"Oh okay thank you sir."
I sit down next to a girl with brown bushy hair and a serious case of resting bitch face.
"I'm Greta, and you are?" The girl turns to me. I already don't like her. Seeming like a bitch is a real turn down.
"Carrie. What's it matter to you?"
"Like that girl in the Stephen King Novel? The one where the girl can control shit?"
"Yeah. My mom loved his work and that was her favorite book he wrote so she named me after the girl."
"Hopefully you dont have those damn powers like her. You wanna be apart of my friend group?" Sweet jesus here we go with friendship stuff.
"Sorry but No thank you, I like to keep to myself, less drama that way and I don't have to deal with other girl's petty problems." I say confidently.
"Whatever, I don't like you anyways, loser." She faces back foward and acts as if she offended me.
"Funny, if you don't like me then why ask me to be your friend? I just don't understand your stupidity." I shake my head smiling at what I just said.
"You're gonna regret calling me stupid you little shit!" Gretchen? No, Greta says as she goes to punch me. I wait for the impact but she's stopped by the teacher.
"Greta Bowie! Detention!"
"I haven't even hit her yet!" She says going to slap me this time.
"I wouldn't slap me if I were you, Greta."
"And why is that?"
"Because I can do this!" I grab her wrist as she gets near my face with her hand ready to slap me and I twist it incredibly hard so she falls to the ground in tears.
"Y-you're gonna r-regret you ever d-did that you b-bitch!" She gets out between her sobs.
Mr Buekly just looks at me in complete shock.
"Well Ms Valentem, I can't necessarily give you a detention since it's your first day but overall from what I saw you stood up to the bully so, we'll let this one slide and give her the detention!"
These teachers are actually good for that stuff!? I'd be suspended at my old school for something like that.
"Woah dude the new girl stood up to Greta Bowie, no ones ever done that. She's so badass, that's hot." I hear some boy say to someone who I assume to be his friend. Is that gonna start a good reputation for me? Just hope more people just ignore me instead of trying to be friends. After the teacher decides to start class I quickly get bored and begin to look at my schedule and school map trying to figure out where to go next. The bell soon rang and I grabbed my bad quickly walking to Mr Buekly.
"How would I get to room 584 from here? It's Ms Pugies art class as it says on my schedule."
"Oh yeah, I actually have a student going there next, Jason! Can you come here a minute?"
"Yea Mr B." The Jason boy replies. He has his dark brown hair almost perfectly slicked back but it had a curl hanging out like they would in the 50s and he had dreamy dark brown eyes and he wore a letterman jacket. Saying he was hot would be an understatement. But he isn't my type.
"Can you take our new student to Ms. Pugies art class with you? It's her next class."
"Yeah, of course." He flashed me a smile. I'm practically swooning over this boy.
"I'm Carrie." I put my hand out for him to shake.
"Jason." He shakes my hand flashing me another smile adjusting his bookbag strap on his shoulder.
"So where is this class?" I say as we walk out the door.
"On the other side of the school. So you're new, why'd you move here?"
"I don't exactly know, it was a surprise, I found out on Saturday night so i packed and we were out the next day. We got here about 3 yesterday."
"Oh wow, where did you move from?"
"Brooklyn, New York. I'm surprised you can't tell from my slight accent." I giggle.
"Ah no wonder why your so pretty. All the pretty people come from new york." This boy is h i t t i n g on me. Slowdown bucko.
"Awh thanks, what do you play since you have a letterman?" I change topic. Because I hate compliments.
"Oh this thing? I forgot I'm wearing it. But I play Baseball. I'm the school's star player."
"Nice that's actually my favorite sport.  I love it so much."
"Me too, you ever hit a ball or catch one though?"
"Yeah actually, when I was younger I used to either play with my mom or dad in our backyard back in Brooklyn. I miss those days."
"Oh nice. Here we are room 584. The funnest art class you'll ever take."
"Sarcasm?"
"Yup, Ms P is a biTCh. We have little to no creative freedom in this class so it sucks. But you can sit by me, there's an open seat."
"Okay here's my bag so you can place it there, thank you. I have to let her know I made it."
"Alright."
I walk up to the woman's desk.
"May I help you?" she says without looking up.
"I think so? I'm new here and I was just introducing myself to my teachers as I enter their classes but anyways. I'm Carrie."
"Oh okay. Sit wherever you want."
"Thanks"
She's obviously a shit teacher. After class starts I sit there whispering to Jason about how terrible this class is already. Once it's time to pack up he decides to attempt at getting my number.
"Hey uh I seem to, a, lost my number. Can I have yours?"
"I don't have a phone." That's obviously a lie because it's in my bag. I just dont want him having it just yet.