Those Guys

Borrowing

You can guess what happened next. Yep, I got grounded for being late. I told my mom what happened and she told me to stop making up stories and go to my room. She has this thing where she pays more attention to Mark than me. I'm pretty used to it now though. It all happened when my mom kicked my dad out.

Its whatever though. Now I'm on my way to my new school. Hopefully it's not as bad as I think. I walked into the big double door and into the office.

"Hi, I'm Sage Luna and I'm here for my schedule." I smiled at the lady at the lady by the front desk.

She shuffled around some papers.

"Here you go dear." She said.

I took it and walked out if the office and down the hallway.

Hmm, I like it. I wonder why I I'm not in any Pre AP classes. I thought for sure I would have at least three. Oh, well. I found my locker and put my stuff in it. Walked to my class and opened the door.

As if on cue, everyone turned my way.

"Hi, I'm Sage Luna. I'm the new student." I said.

"Hello, you can take a see next to Kamarie. Kamarie raise your hand." The teacher said.

A girl in the back raised her hand and smiled at me. I smiled back and sat down next to her. I lightly tapped her shoulder.

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"Yeah sure." She pulled a mechanical pencil out and gave it to me.

"You want to see with me at lunch?" She asked.

"Sure." I grinned.

.......

Lunch time yes! My next few classes went okay. They were kind of boring but I listened and got everything. I got my food and sat down across from Kamarie.

"Hey girl." She perked up.

"Hey hey." I said.

"So, your name is super pretty." She complimented me.

"Thanks." I said.

"So, where did you come from?" She asked.

"New York."

"Oooh the Big Apple." She said.

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna shoot some questions out anything about yourself alright?"

"Um, ok?"

"Favorite color?"

"Red."

"Favorite soda?"

"Sprite."

"Favorite candy?"

"Skittles."

"Favorite band?"

"Pierce The Veil."

"Boyfriend?"

"No."

"Want one?"

"No."

"Hmmm, that's a first." She said.

"First of what?" I asked.

"A girl here who doesn't want a boyfriend. I guess you haven't seen them." She said.

"Who?"

"The bad boys of the century." He said.

"Um, I guess not." I said.

"Every girl wants to date them. Every guy wants to be them. There criminals of course. Rumors say that they work with some pretty bad people. Like murderers or dealers." She explained.