Ok, yes, boys boarding school, ok... But I'm a girl?

Ok, yes, boys boarding school, ok... But I'm a girl? P3.

I started to walk away. I'd only got to the third step before someone grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back. I span around, ready to give Malibu - I mean California Barbie a smack in the face only to see Blake standing there. Her face cold and her lips set in a straight line, she looked scary... Something Blake normally doesn't look like.  

"What the hell is your deal?" She said sharply, her grip on my hair still tight.  

"One, get the hell off my hair. Two, what's my problem?! What's your problem?! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PRECIOUS MR. ROGERS?!" I hissed, jerking my head away painfully.

She finally let go and my hair fell back to my side, I massaged my scalp gently.  

"Because, you'd act like a selfish bitch, because I've got a boyfriend and you haven't!" She shouted, throwing her hands up. "Santo dios...'  

"Don't start using Spanish against me," I warned, narrowing my eyes.  

"I SAID JEEZ!"  

"Sure you did," I said sarcastically."  

"Oh you know what, fuck you Bianca. My world doesn't revolve around you. It never has and it never will. In fact, I met a couple of nice girls on the way in. From here on out, you're on your own."

Then she turned and stormed off. Nice girls? California and her minions? I snorted at California. Maybe her parents are crack addicts, that's why she's got such a lame ass name.  

I smirked at the thought and started back up the stairs. Not looking where I was going I walked straight into some one. When I looked down a kinda cute boy was picking up his things hastily. I bent down and started to help him collect his stuff. Jeez, - I mean 'Santo dios' this boy has a lotta things. When we'd finished picking his stuff up we stood up. He was cute, in a kinda gothic way, with his sweeping black fringe and his sea blue eyes. Definitely cute. "I'm sorry," he said timidly.

Jeez was I that intimidating? "No, don't worry. That was totally my fault," I smiled. A genuine smile, this guy was nice; I had no reason to be a bitch.  

"Are you new here?" He asked, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other. "California has been waiting for you to arrive."  

I laughed, "I met 'California' and her minions. Hey, what are their names?"  

"The brunette is Neveah, but she likes to be called Nevah, or Nevey. And the auburn is called Arianna. But likewise, she prefers Ari."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at that, tears running down my cheeks as I laughed hysterically. The boy looked at my curiously, probably wondering how I'd escaped from the mental ward. "Its just, California, Nevada, Arizona," I laughed, "Cali, Neveah and Ari. Shortened versions of Nevada and Arizona," I giggled.

The boy finally clicked and gave a laugh of his own, a really mellow nice laugh. This boy was nice. My English teacher back at school would be having a fit at me using the word nice, but there was nothing else to describe this boy. He was a nice boy. Really nice. "That's clever," he smiled and I grinned back at him.

A piercing shriek broke the silence and students flooded the corridor. I grabbed hold of the boys arm and stood dead still as mostly boys, the occasional girl swarmed past us, barely noticing me, which on this occasion, was exactly what I needed.

Blake however was getting a lot of attention. She was flanked by two pretty girls, a blonde and a black haired girl, both with tanned skin and feminine faces, a cute boy was hanging onto her every word and another athletic looking boy had his arm thrown over her shoulder as she talked and laughed easily with them.