No Strings Attached

Chap. 2: The Following Week

I pull up into the parking lot of my new school, my eyes looking in my rear view mirror to do a quick look over. My blonde and black hair is pinned up, fanning the back of my head, my eyes are circled in a red eyeliner and my lips are a deep purple. My eye-brow holds a hoop with a skull dangling form it while my ears are decorated in bars and studs, large hoops on my lobs only. I'm dressed in a deep red and purple corset and black half-jacket. My legs are clad in black capri's and my feet hold red 5 inch combat boot stiletto's. I flick my belly-button ring, swinging the skull with the red emerald eyes back and forth, and smile. Deciding I'm perfect, I grab my bag and quickly climb out my car. Slipping my phone in my back pocket and keys in my bag, I head towards the school, not caring that I have the attention of every human in this parking lot. Just as I reach the steps a hand grabs my wrist, stopping me from proceeding.

    "Excuse me, but you're violating four rules in the handbook," a female says with an annoyed voice. I slowly turn around, my lips pulled into a smirk.

    "Really?" I ask, lifting my pierced brow. She narrows her eyes and places her hand on her hips, as if to challenge me.

    "Yes really," she snaps. I take in the group of girls bind her and roll my eyes, noting that this will be another Madison. "Well?" the girl asks impatiently. I look at her and smile politely, turning my back to her, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down far enough for her to read the tattoo just above my ass. She gasps and I smirk, standing and re-buttoning my pants.

    "Glad you understand," I murmer, heading into the school. The girl begins to scream, telling the laughing kids in the parking lot to shut up, and I shake my head, walking straight into the office. The secretary, I short, elderly woman with white hair pinned up, smiles at me.

    "You must be Avriana Hutchens," she says. I nod and she hands me a folder. "Here you are dear. Your schedule and a list of books are inside. There's also a few information sheets and a map of the school for you. If you have any don't questions, don't be afraid to ask and if you get lost you can come right back here and I'll help you alright?" she asks. I smile and nod.

    "Yes, thank you!" I say. She smiles and nods, l out 'you're welcome' and 'have a good day' as I walk out the door. Glancing down at the folder in my hands, I open it and sigh. "I am so going to get lost," I whisper to myself. Pulling out my schedule, I glance over my classes and inwardly cringe. "Who's idea was it to sign me up Calculas, I nearly failed PreCalc " 'Oh yeah let's sign the moron up for Calc, when she just barely passed PreCalc, that's smart' " I mock, glaring at the sheet. Letting out a loud sigh, i walk up tot he first person I see, which is some chick wearing some really baggy pants and a large hoodie. "Excuse me," I say, causing her to stare at me like I had a unibrow or something.

    "Can I help you?" she asks. Tilting my head, I smile and nod politely.

    "Yeah, you see I need help finding my class, I'm new here," I tell her. She nods and I hand her my schedule. After ten minutes of explaining what halls I have to turn and what flight of steps to take, I'm finally on my journey to class. "Thanks!" I call over my shoulder to the chick.

    "No problem!" she yells back. And bam, I think I just made a new friend.

    'Crap, I didn't eve ask her what her name was!' I think to myself, 'Oh well." Smiling, I continue my walks to my class, knowing I'm already terribly late, but I blame the stupid school and their stupid extra large hallways. Who even came up with the design of this place? Their walks curved at odd ngles and their stairs spiraled. The heck, be normal!