The Secret Identity

Chapter 1

Samantha

dislike (dɪsˈlaɪk)

vb

1. (tr) to consider unpleasant or disagreeable

n

2. a feeling of aversion or antipathy

Me and Mason quickly found our way to the registrar's office and asked for our schedules, as soon as we got it we went to seperate ways.

"Well, this is it" I said, while looking at the room number, which is my homeroom.

As soon as I went inside the classroom, murmurs, and whispers were heard and some people looked at me, mostly boys, looked at me like I was some sex godess and it's annoying as fuck.

I sat down in one of the sits in the back, not wanting to go to the front since I don't like being to close to the teacher, not being able to talk to someone, I'm a pretty talkative person myself.

The bell rang which caused a few students to go back to their seats and were prepared, nerds *cough*.

Students were still speaking though, but were suddenly silent when a woman I think in her mid-thirties went inside the classroom with the happy and cheerful aura surrounding her, I can tell this would be my favorite period.

"Good morning class! I'm Mrs. Parker and I will be your homeroom teacher for the whole school year!" she said cheerfully while arranging her things in the table.

"Let's start-" she said but was cut off by the opening of a door, loudly.

"'Sup sorry I'm late" a guy, may I say, with a flawless face I might add said. Too bad I can feel his arrogant, and jerk aura. You know his hair was messed up, lipstick stains all over his face, a hickey displayed on his neck.

Typical player, I thought.

But my mom told me not to judge people on how they look, but meh.

Mrs. Parker put her hands in her tiny waist and looked up flawless guy over here and said, "You're late, on the first day of school"

"Really?" he asked, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, well anyone with a mind would think he is late, so yeah it IS the most obvious thing in the world.

He was wearing black jeans, those badboy boots, plain white v-neck t-shirt, and a leather jacket and he managed to pull it off.

"Just go to your seat." she said.

He put his hand up in defense and said, "Alright mom"

"I told you to not call me that when we're not at home"

"But they say that school is our second home so yeah"

"Common sense, child"

"Proper sense, mother"

"Shut up and go to your seat" she said, probably annoyed by him and continued to what she was saying.

"You're in my seat, move" he said, looking down at me like I was some alien from another world.

"No thanks, does it have your name on it? I don't think so" I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"What did you just say?" he said, eyes darkening.

"Did I stutter?" I asked, which earned some 'ohhhs' in the classroom as Mrs. Parker watched us in amusement.

"Move bitch" he said, carrying me up bridal style and putting me on the seat beside him.

"Asshole"

"What was that sweetheart?"

"What do you mean 'what was that'?" I said, batting my eyelashes innocently.

He rolled his eyes and focused on Mrs. Parker as she was talking.

"New transfer students, please stand up" she said.

Me and some guy stood up, well he is obviously not from her judging by his face.

"Why don't you introduce yourselves" she said, smiling.

Me and this mysterious kid went in front of the classroom. We standed there, awkwardly.

"My name is James Thomas Clifford and I'm from Cheshire, England" he said with a strong british accent. No wonder. I swear half of the girls in this room are drooling over him right now, when he saw them staring, his cheeks turned into a shade of pink, which I find awfully cute.

"Uhh, my name is Samantha Allison Smith but you can call me Sam since I hate my name and it's too long and I'm from Cheshire, England." I said smiling, which caused a few girls, I think 4, to stare at me, rudely, I might add and most of the girls to look at me in awe. I couldn't help but blush, wait what?

"You may now go back to your seats" she said, and we did as told.

I sat down and realized I have to sit next to this asshole of a guy for the next 30 minutes and I moaned in annoyance realizing that fact.

But the more I stared at him, he looks like a nice guy actually, with his brown eyes which are kinda Asian but he doesn't look like one, his soft-looking skin which I badly want to touch, but too bad it's wasted on an asshole like him.

"Take a picture, it would last longer, sweetheart" he said, his arrogant smirk showing.

"Shut the fuck up, I wasn't staring at you, stop being so arrogant, I don't even know who you are"

"Well, my name is Daniel and that's the only thing you will be shouting later" he winked.

I made the puking sound in disguist.

"As if" I said.

We started bickering back and fourth and didn't realize we were bickering for too long until the bell rang. Which is a sign that we need to go to our next class.

"Let me see your schedule" he said, looking at me while I was looking at my next class which was AP Calculus the subject I hate the most.

"No thanks" I said walking outside the room, without noticing he snatched it away from me and started reading it.

"Hey!" I said.

"Oh look, we have all of our classes together!" he said, like a child receiving a very big gift on Christmas.

"Are you sure? Let me see yours." I said, doubting him.

"Here" he said handing it over.

I started reading it, and realized he was telling the truth.

Gun. Head. Now.

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Oh em gee, I'm so sorry for any grammar mistakes, or any punctuation mistakes, this is my first teen fiction story and I'm not really the best author out there. I'm still a young kiddo, so I'm sorry once again if I have mistakes, gramatically. I hope you like this chapter guys, vote, comment, and read! :))

Lots of love,

Jayce ex oh ex oh