Chapter 2:

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We had arrived 10 minutes later to a little primary school and I got off my bike picking up Noah and then putting him down to run around with his friends.

Once I was sure that he was safe and in school, I left to go to my school which seemed to be around five minutes from here. How convenient.

Arriving in the car park it was quite quiet and there were only a few people standing outside in their little groups. As I parked my matte black bike towards the front of the school, when I took my helmet off I was met with the stares of everyone from my school. I walked up the front stairs past the girls who were la ring at me as if they were jealous, if they knew what I'd been through they wouldn't be jealous at all I chuckled to myself.

Coming into the entrance I was shoved by a clearly fake bleached blonde girl who was around 5'7. She must be the fake barbie Im guessing because there is one at every school.
"You're the new girl right? I think you should follow my group around and then you will do well in this school. You have the looks and everything." The girl informed me in a voice which I could only think of it as being like a bad chalk on a chalk board. Ouch.

I looked at her then raised my eyebrow, now noticing everyone in the hall starting at us I realised that this must be a bit deal but I didn't really care. I just wanted to get this year over with so I can start my life and care for Noah. Realising I had been standing there for two long. I took notice of the impatient look on her face which is caked in make up and fake tan. I heaved in disgust before finally answering in the politest way possible. "I want nothing to do with your high school dramas nor do I care for those little cliché groups you all go around in. I want to get this year out of the way and I don't need you and your barbie dolls to get in my way. You got that? Good." After I had donned he'd everyone's mouths were open in shock until I saw three people. Two boys and a girl.

The first boy and girl looked very close, they must be dating I thought to myself. And then the other boy looked like a Greek god with no exaggeration. He was tall around about 6'5 dark brown hair messy but still somehow neat. He was broad and you could see his muscles being confined by his tight tee yes he dissent seem to Mind. Then I noticed he had the darkest brown of eyes and they looked like swirls of chocolate pudding. But they seemed like they held many secrets which I am going to find out because I am just curious.

As if I had done something wrong I looked back up at his face and he seemed amused. was it because I was staring at his god like features or because of the way I spoke the that dumb blonde? I have no idea and I don't plan to find out. Just because I think he is basically the definition of perfect doesn't mean I can act on it. I have so much going on in my life right now it wouldn't be safe to get someone close to me.

RING RING

The bell sounded for first hour yet I had no idea where I was going even though I had my time table already.

The short girl who was with the two boys came over to me smiling a huge smile. I couldn't help but smile back. She was about 5'3 and tiny compared to my lanky height at 5'11. But I didn't mind she seemed nice enough. She had natural ash blonde hair in subtle ringlets and a little bit of natural make up. She was beautiful so I don't know why she is coming over to me? 

She had the warm hazel brown eyes and pale skin. But still very pretty. "Can I see your schedule?" He voice very warm and motherly. "Sure, I don't really know where I am going anyway" I chuckled and then noticed her leather jacket that she wore too had a jam on the back called the "Red Devil's". Shit. She must be in one of the gangs. Well this just keeps getting better and better.

"Yay! we have the same time table so we're in all of each others classes! Finally a girl I can hang with. By the way we have English first so we might want to hurry up because mr Montgomery doesn't favour the late birds" she explained to me of which I simply nodded and followed her to class.

Once we entered everybody's eyes were on us and by us I mean me. Is it that weird to have a new girl? I thought to myself. "Would you like to explain why you're late tori and who your friend is?" He said sounding a bit displeased. " well this is...." she trailed off forgetting to introduce ourselves as I now know her name is Tori. "My name is Sophie and she is late due to fault of my own being new I didn't know where to go." The teacher seemed pleased with that and told us to take a seat at the back of the class so we did and sat next to each other.

After the lesson which was so boring because nothing happened at all. Just learning about Shakespeare which I have already done and completed on my online classes. I got up and went to my locker and not even five minutes after, the Barbies came up to me looking rather flustered as I swapped booked for those I didn't need to those I needed. " how can you turn down being in my group? I am giving you one last chance because you seem like you'd fit in." She had this look on her face which I think she was trying to be intimidating but she just looked constipated in my opinion.

I started laughing because of her trying to look scary because I have fought and won against men triple her size yet she thinks I will cower from her? Yeah ok. She saw me laughing and go even more angry so I thought I would diffuse the situation. "Escolta niña, I do not want to join your little Plaistc posse, get it? You need to grow up. What will you do when you finish high school and everyone is becoming successful while you stand there in your tight tops and skirts trying to get a job. Then you will end up no where because no company is going to want to hire you other than a stop club where you will be paying them." I stated and with that I walked off leaving the groups jaws on the ground. To clarify I shouted back down the corridor "if you didn't get that my answer will still be no" I smirked when I heard her screech in frustration.

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