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N e w G i r l , N e w T r o u b l e
Rosaleen's P.O.V
"Hey redhead!"
I snapped my head up to see a jock blowing a kiss at me, I flipped him the bird and was about to make a witty remark until I bumped into someone. I fell flat on my butt with a thud which made those sorry excuse of a jock erupted in laughter.
"Fucking morons", I muttered underneath my breath and got up just to see the person who bumped into me walking away. Irritation coursed through my veins and I let it get the best of me. Next thing I knew, I was in front of the— oh fucking hell. Handsome would be an understatement.
"What?", His face twisted into an annoyed expression with a scowl making a way on his face. I take it back, his attitude makes him the ugliest bitch alive. Yes I said it.
"There's something called manners these days you know, if your head wasn't so far up your ass maybe you would've seen the line to collect some", I said irritably, glaring at him. Then I heard a series of oohs and aah and people whispering , I just rolled my eyes and waited for him to respond.
He scoffed, crossing his arms in annoyance, "You know what? I'll be the bigger person since you can't, you're only what, 5 Ft?", he smirked at me.
Oh no he didn't.
Oh yes he did
I hate my subconscious
"Fuck off pole," I smiled innocently and then he glared daggers at me. He stared coldly at me and walked away.
"Bitch", I muttered and made my way to the Registrar's office. Well, I hope it was where I was going. I wouldn't be such an idiot to be reading the map wrong...Right?
Couple minutes later, I was at the front desk.
"Hello, can I help you?", A grumpy old lady greeted me with a scowl etched on her wrinkly face.I don't know, CAN you? Are your hands working properly?
Originally, I wanted to say that but I just settled with a, "New student, Rosaleen Walker", I gave her a polite smile which she certainly did not return.
"Here is your schedule, your locker number and combination and your homeroom number is 210", she informed me briefly, I thanked her and made my way out to find my locker.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?", I turned around to see a girl looking at me suspiciously.
"I'm trying to get into my locker but it won't budge", I said trying the combination again until I heard her snort, amusement twinkling in her eyes."You're the new girl aren't you? Check your locker number again", she said smiling slightly. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment when I saw that this was not my locker but the one beside it was.
"I'm so sorry!", I apologized groaning in sheer embarrassment. She just chuckled and waved it off.
"No worries, I'm Lucinda and you are?", she introduced herself with a friendly smile.
"Rosaleen, nice to meet you Lucinda", I looked at the jet black hair girl and gave her a grin.
"Let me see your schedule", she snatched the paper out of hand and gave it a once over.
"We have the same homeroom and the rest of classes together!", she squealed in delight. I sighed in relief, not that I mind being alone but she seemed nice enough.We chit chat as we made our way to homeroom before the bell rang. Immediately taking a seat in the middle section in the corner of the room, the teacher came in and so did other students.
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Loving Sin
Teen FictionShe is beautiful and mesmerizing just like a rose, but they forgot that rose came with thorns. She's a witty, sarcastic and determined redhead. She has secrets but so do I. They said I'm ruined. Maybe they're right. Will she be my redemption? Or w...