I slipped into my red 350z wearing leather pants and leather short sleeved shirt with a peplum. Before you ask, yes. My parents are loaded and they like to spoil me. So why not be nice and accept their money, for them?
I stepped on the gas with my black high-tops. I reached my new school, that looked like the most fucking snobby school I've ever seen. I left my last high school, in which all my other brothers and sisters went to, because my teachers felt I needed more advanced classes. But I'm not bragging, I wanted to stay at my old school because I was that person everyone looked up to but was slightly afraid of and that every teacher loved. It was amazing.
I pulled into the parking lot and sped up to beat this other car from parking in a spot.
I stepped out, shut my car door, and locked it as I headed up to my new school. I scanned the area, memorizing the landscape and groups.
Populars.
Non-Populars.
I rolled my eyes at how cliché they were divided into.
I walked up to the gates and the guard let me in. Why the hell is there a guard? I mean, it really is every robber's dream to steal old history text books that haven't been used since 1997.
I pushed through the doors seeing nothing but pure preppy dumbasses. God give me the strength.
I headed to my first class, seeing nothing but oblivious overly dressed people crawling the halls.
I heard a group of boys whistle at me and I glared at them as I continued walking, my bag slung over my shoulder.
I turned the corner and saw a group of boys dressed in dark skinny jeans and t-shirts, some holding skateboards. They probably think they're such badasses and I'm practically laughing as I walked past them.
"Hey babe, what's your name?" I turned around as one of the darkly dressed
boys winked at me.I rolled my eyes at the blonde as I walked away and heard the other boys surrounding him laugh loudly at his embarrassment.
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After the teacher to my first class walked in, she told the rest of the class that there was a new student named Kylie.
"Would you like to introduce yourself, Ms. Steel?" My new math teacher asked.
Do I want the teachers to like me? Or should I be myself?
"Nah."
"What?" My teacher asked me, clearly no other kids having ever denied her.
"I said, no." My face blank.
"Um, ok then. Uhhh- let's just continue on with our lesson from the other day. Ms. Steel? Have you studied combinatorics-"
"Yup." I interrupted her.
"Um, ok. Then let's, uh, get learning?" Her sentence came more as question.
This is going to be a fun year.
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It was lunch so I bought a taco from the taco cart, that they have at this school for some reason. I sat down at an empty table and started eating. About half way through, the four "badass" boys sat down on the other side of my table.
"What?" I snapped, wanting to eat in peace.
"Babe, Babe, please calm down. I just wanna say that I respect you for how you talk to the teachers." The one I had spoke to earlier, told me.
"Ok... Bye now." I turned back to my taco.
Sheesh, can't a girl just eat her taco without being harassed?
Apparently not because he started running his mouth again.
"C'mon Babe. Let's skip."
"Pass." I answered, simply.
"And why not? Are you... Scared?" He smirked again as if thinking he had just outsmarted me or something.
How did he even get into this school? Nobody can outsmart me. Maybe Einstein and God, but that's it!
"First of all, no. Secondly, because you're annoying the hell out of me. And lastly, because I don't feel like it." I told him.
"Why not?" He asked, completely ignoring things one and two.
A/N: No pun intended lol
"Hmm, maybe it's because I don't even know your name." I said, sarcastically.
"It's Luke Hemmings. That's Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, and Michael Clifford. Ok, now let's go. Or are you still scared?" He asked me still smirking.
What is it with this boy and smirking?
"Nah, I have other plans."
"Mmhm, like what?" He responded.
"Skateboarding and other shit." I picked up my empty tray and headed for the exit door.
"Then we'll come." Luke told me as the rest of them nodded.
"Whatever, let me go get my board from my car." I walked outside and they followed.
I opened up the trunk as they looked in awe at my vehicle.
"Close your mouths, boys. You don't wanna catch flies." I used my free hand to close Luke's mouth before heading to their car.
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أدب الهواةethereal: adjective. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. lrh (this is super cringey so please don't read this lol)