Princesa

9

"Esto es un rollo (this is a bummer/drag),"

"Girl you know we don't-" Freya was cut off by Noah speaking for the first time since he got out the car.

"Cállate (shut up) Garcia, no one wants to hear you complain about this being boring," Noah snapped at me from the other side of my car.

"Don't tell me to shut up."

"Maybe I wouldn't have to if you didn't keep fucking complaining."

"You're honestly saying I'm the one acting sour after everything you've done today?" I let out a breath of air resembling a laugh, "you must be crazy," I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him and the rest of the group, but still heard Willow telling him that arguing with me is pointless because he'll lose. She isn't wrong.

After all, I had every right to be mad. It's his fault we're here in the first place. Okay, it's maybe partly my fault, but mostly his.

**TWO HOURS EARLIER**

I sighed to myself, walking to my locker to pick up the phycology books that I'd left here over the weekend, making it almost impossible for me to study for the quiz I had in five minutes time.

I shut my locker door harder than I needed to, taunting my already bad headache and making it worse. "You know, if you slammed that any harder you might get a fine for damage to school property,"

"Morning to you too, Amelia," I gave her a half-hearted smile after I realised how harsh I sounded, "And at this point, being sent to the principles office doesn't feel like the worst thing in the world,"

"Ooh, rough morning?"

I let out a breathy laugh, "More like a rough week."

She frowned at my words, "It's only Monday."

"Exactly," I giggled along with her, feeling a little better after seeing her. I'm surprised we didn't become friends sooner, she's actually really really nice, got good vibes about her.

"I'm sorry, hope your day gets better," she rubbed my arm and walked ahead of me, "I've got trig, see ya in a bit," and with that, she was off.

I walked into my class, already spotting my usual seat left empty, not that I'm surprised, the class doesn't start for another two minutes and it's a pop quiz on the second week of school, I wouldn't be shocked if no more than seven people showed.

If I'm being completely honest, not having studied for this quiz was just the tip of the iceberg, and if I really honest about it, I knew that Poppy Bloom was the reason for my shitty mood. See come Sunday morning, after I'd spent the night in Noah's tree house, in separate beds, she came knocking and barging at 9 AM, waking us both up and resulting in him suggesting I leave. Not only did I feel like shit standing next to a perfectly contoured and dressed Poppy with my birds next of a bun and crinkled clothes, but I'd also felt embarrassed that he'd get rid of me, a friend, so quickly for a couple rounds in bed with the leggy redhead. Especially after the previous night.

It's fair to say neither of us has spoken to the other since. I know he knows what he did, his eyes told me he almost didn't want me to leave, but not enough for him to tell Poppy to go instead.

Not that I was even a competitor, she was tall and slim with huge boobs, which in my opinion, unproportioned with the rest of her body, with perfectly pin-straight red hair, and bright green eyes. I was shortish, and constantly gave off the vibe of a homeless man.

"Alri-" Miss Potun was interrupted by the scream of the fire alarm. Without instructing us, everyone stood and headed for the nearest fire exit, taking their belongings with them - even though Mr Brannan hated us for it.