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Chapter 2: We're seniors now!

                      Ana above
                           Jordan's POV

              "Hmmmmm." I mumbled. "Which one should I wear?" I asked myself. Should I wear my black sweater dress? Or my pink skirt with a white top and a shall? Hmmm. I went with my skirt.

I brushed my hair until I had no tangles and threw it up into a high ponytail. I then grabbed a pink head band and put it on. I slipped my heels on and left my massive room.

I grabbed my back pack. My mom sat at the kitchen, her arms folded. "Hi mom!" I say. Her brow raises. "Hi." She mumbled. I raised a brow. "Is something wrong?" I asked, now folding my arms. "No!" She shot back, turning around getting a snack out of the pantry. She threw me a granola bar. "Have fun at school." I caught the bar. "Thanks.." I say, scratching my head. Her hand shook, signaling me to leave. "Bye." I say, and leave.

My mom and I have never been very close. I'm more of a daddy's girl than a mommy's girl. My mom is always mad at me because she knows I started drinking alcohol a when I was a freshman. I know! I was way to young. I still am. Also, at that age I started doing drugs and vaping and doing the deed. But it's fine! Am I kind of a wreck? Yes! Should I care? Yes! Do I? No!

I got in my pink Ferrari. My dad paid someone to paint it pink with white handles. I than drove to school.

I walked into my school. Rich field high. You might think it's a normal school. Filled with love and laughter and I'm the only druggie and alcoholic. But nope! Here, it's the stereotypical school you see in movies.

We have, the mean/ popular kids, the jocks, band geeks, nerds, depressed kids, horse kids and then the normal kids.

Can you guess which one I'm in? I'm in the mean/ popular kids. But I promise I'm the nicest one there! Even though I can be a bitch sometimes, the rest of them are really mean to everyone. I'm just mean to the weirdos. The weirdos have the depressed kids, horse kids and the geeks in it. I'm just a bitch to those groups.

          Right off the bat I see my best friend, Ana. Ana is my best friend since kindergarten. Her boyfriend's name is Jake. Jake graduated last year and is 18. He's  in college so obviously Ana can get jealous about him living away but she doesn't have proof that he's a bad guy.

   "Hey Ana!" I yell. She whips around and see's me, grinning. "Hey!" She hells, throwing her hands to hug me. I laugh. "Did you hear about that new kid?" Ana asks. I raise my brow. "I'm guessing you didn't..." she says. My cheeks pull up into a smile. "Apparently, he's from France!" She yells, her arms shooting down. "Hmmmm." I say. "Omg!" Ana whispers, looking behind me. "Is that him?" She questioned while yelling. I shoot around and see. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was going to see. Is that him? No! It couldn't be! I knew my thoughts were right when he faced me, his mouth, a gaping hole as he faced me. It was him! The guy who tried to rape me from freshman year!
  
      I held back a tear that was threatening to slip out. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. What? Why me? Why did he have to move here? Why couldn't he just stayed in France where he belongs?