"Hi!! Why aren't you with Drake? Aren't you a fan?"
The girl came up to me. She had long black hair and looked so pretty. "I don't even know him" And why would I be a fan of some guy like that. Hes cute and everything but what about his personality?
"Oh new here aren't you?" she said. Is it obvious? Hopefully not. Im feeling more pressure now. I nodded. "Thats Why! Drake is the most popular guy in school, he's the great basketball player! And he hasn't lost one game."
Basketball Player! Thats why all of those girls are over there! "Oh. Then why aren't you there?" I asked. Isnt she a fan?
"Me there? Psh why would I be a fan of my brother's bestfriend!"
Brother's BestFriend. So that means she knows Drake A lot. "Oh sorry. But may I ask. Whats Your Name?" We have been talking a lot. And i don't even know her name.
"Oh I'm Sarah!!" She is so pretty. And her name is too! "What About You?" She asked.
"Arabella. Just Ara."
She smiled. Oh I made a friend on my first day. All of those pressure were starting to go away, little by little. And she is in the same class.
She kept going on and on about Drake. How he is the Jock here or the popular one. The one that gets into a lot of mischief. I bet you he has made a lot of woman cry.
We went into class. I sat down next to Sarah. We sat in the middle because apparently the back is taken by Drake and her brother Alex.
"Good Morning class! Welcome to your first day of a new year."
Oh the teacher came in. Its English class first up for me. Well i don't even know why we have to learn english, i mean were in Philippines and we speak another language. Well deal with it Ara.
I looked at Sarah. She looked angry. She kept looking at the door. I mean were friends now, so should I ask her whats wrong.
"Hey sarah, what's up?" I whispered.
She looked at me and gave me a huge sigh. "My Brother isn't here yet, he is probably truanting again. I am going to get in real trouble with my mom.
"Huh? Why you?" I asked.
"My mom told me to make sure he gets to class. His grades are so low. They are like all Fs except for his PE. He is probably going to repeat 2nd year of highschool again. 😓"
I looked at the door. There was no sign of them. Even Drake wasn't there. Of course best friends.
"Just wait, he'll come" i think. I just want her to be happy in class. Maybe.
I continued doing my work until I heard a guy at the door.
"Hey Ms!"
"Mr Hayes and Mr Domingo. Why are you late!?"
The teacher was yelling. I saw Sarah. And she has anger written all over her face. You can tell shes angry at Alex.
"Ms, We were late because we bought this for you"
They handed a banquet of roses. What!! Roses? These guys.
"Why did you buy this??" The teacher asked.
"Well we thought its our first day and we would like to welcome you"
She smiled. Oh my gosh they got away with it. "Thats sweet" she said.
The boys sat at the back as usual and out came the coke from their bags.
Your not aloud cokes in class or even soft drinks. Rebel.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALEX!??" I heard Sarah whispering.
"We told you. Didn't you hear? We bought roses." Alex said.
Alex looks like Sarah. He's cute, and doesn't even look like a jock or rebel. He looks like a guy that goes to school and has good grades. Unlike Drake. The first time I saw him. I knew.
"Its like I'll believe that. And especially when you guys have coke cans?!" Sarah said.
"GET OVER IT SARAH" Alex said.
She looked away and rolled her eyes. I looked at them, and I saw Drake smile. So I smiled back. He looks nice.
"Here, I know you want it!"
He handed me a photo of him and his signature.
What the hell. This??? He is so arrogant. He gave me a look and smiled.
I ripped it up in half.
"Excuse me, but FYI im not a fan that is obsessed with you and your stupid looks!"
Im over him.. AROGAAAANT!
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