She Knows

Chapter 2

　When I got off the bus that I somehow caught, it landed right round corner from Slivic High, my new public school, I ran up the steps to reach the doors of the front of the school. Luckily, there was another boy with jet black hair about my age laying on the steps, sleeping with his ear dubs in.

"Wake up!" I screeched while out of breath. I had to repeat my self practically 10 time just for the idiot to wake up. The kid jolted up, nearly falling off the steps.

"What?!" he yelled back, still in his half asleep state, which made his icy blue eyes seem dull. Now that I got a better look at him, I saw he was rather buff and styled his hair towards the side, with some of it falling over his eye.

"I'm new so, where the hell's the office?"

"Figure it out youself, it's not my problem. Shouldn't have come in the middle of the year."

'She thinks I care about her problems. And she interupted my One Direction!' thought the kid, who I found out was Luke Foxxin by looking at the bottom of his backpack.

"Wow, your so helpful. The bells going to ring in, like, five minutes, just so you know sweets." I said, sarcastically.

"Aw, fuck!" Luke exclaimed, running to the doors and leading me straight toward the office which, apparently, showed he was new too. Dumbass.

I went to the office after the annoying Luke left to see a fluffy early twenties woman filing her nails wondered 'Who's this ugly bitch?' then asked for my name.

"Nikkole Anderson!", I shouted, too tired to put up with this witch-for-a-face bitchy hag. I got my classes and my first was art with Mrs. Cafrido, in room 118. When I got there, I accidentally smashed through her class doors just as the bell rang.

"Sorry I'm late." I breathed.

I heard too many thoughts.

'Who's this bitch think she is?', probably, hopefully, from the teacher hoping that she didn't already make an enemy.

'What's that?!' and 'Wonder if she's single?'

But there was a very distinct thought that whispered 'Wraith.'

I glanced around, trying to find the person it came from but giving up and figured it was my imagination.

"Ok, dimwits, this is our new girl..." I handed Mrs. Cafrido my schedule card. "Nikkole Anderson.", Mrs. Cafrido stated bluntly and pointed to my seat, which was right next to a tall, hispanic girl with long straight black hair.

"Alright class," Mrs. Cafrido said "Since this is art, we are learning about Pablo Picaso, and can anyone tell me what's he famous for?"

The tall girl next to her raised her hand. "Picaso was famous for his Blue Period and his abstract artwork.", she stated.

"Correct, Denise. Now, can anyone of you idiots tell me which one of you can paint the best imitation of one of Pica...." Nikkole couldn't help but zone out of this teacher's boring lesson. Wow, there's so many holes on the ceiling. Let's see there's 1..2..3..4..7..15..23..

"Psst...", I felt a nudge at my shoulder and turned. The Denise girl was staring at me. Now that I got a better look, I could see that the girl had purple tips on her pitch black hair with soft, brown eyes, some freckles and a silver nose ring. "You were falling asleep. I'm Denise by the way. Why don't you sit with my group at lunch?"

"Wow. Do I really look that lonely?", I snapped, offended that I seemed like such a loner to sit with the first girl I met.

"No, you look like a new kid who just moved from Outingvield and needs someone to get her to stop mumbling in her sleep."

"Fine." I smirked, glad to know this girl can handle herself.

"Ok then." Denise said.

The bell rang to signal the period ended and my next class was PE.