The Crashing of Opposites

Chapter 2

Great! I am late to class on my first day.

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I enter the classroom and instantly feel everyone's head turn and eye me like a piece of meat.

"I'm sorry I'm new and I couldn't find--"

"I don't care what your excuse is. If you're late you're in detention."

"I'm sorry." Are the only words that I say because I've never ever talked back to a teacher and I am not going to start now. After glancing around, I sit at the only empty seat at the back of the classroom. Again, is this how they welcome new students? Aren't I supposed to introduce myself?

The guy next to me nudges me with his elbow getting my attention. "Hey, I'm Tony. How are you liking it here?"  He leans slightly towards me while playing with a pen in his hand. 

After peeking at the guy, I quickly refocuse on my notes. "Ah, this is my first lesson so I don't really know."

"How old are you?"

"18." 

"Where are you from?" 

"Hong Kong."

"Why did you move?" I tense, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"Why so many questions?"

"They're just questions. Nothing wrong with wanting to know my seatmate."

I look at him slowly and give a small smile as an apology. This time noticing that he looks somewhat nice with thick brown hair, light blue eyes and a dazzling smile.

"Uh alright." I mentally facepalme at my response and return to face my books.

The rest of the lesson, I could feel Tony glancing at me repeatedly- note to self: stay away from the friendly creep.

BRINGGGGGG-

'saved by the bell'

I pack my bag and leave. However, walking to my locker is another challenge on its own, disgusting teens sticking their tongues down each other's throats. Blawh- I wanted to barf. Yes, I have never kissed before and neither will I ever because that shit looks nasty. Did you know when we kiss, we're basically making a long tube starting from one asshole to the other? Exactly, nasty.


I start organizing the books while humming to Suffocate by Hayd. I jump when a hand rests on my shoulder.

"Oh sorry, Jen." I turn around, sighing in relief that it's Marlene. I smile, realizing that I've made a friend on my first day.

"Heyy, Mar. It's no biggie. So what's up."

"Our lockers are together!" She squeals as if I am her best friend that she finally gets to spend time with.

"Ohh, that's great. Umm-Do you wanna grab lunch together?" I ask knowing that I wouldn't wanna sit with anyone else or alone.

She seems to contemplate the option for a few seconds but I see the second her face lights-up, signalling that her decision is made.

"Yea, of course."

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Lunch approached faster than I thought. I hastily pack my bag after Calculus then rush into the canteen. I stand at the entrance for a moment as I took it all in. The place is bustling with teenagers but I can make out where the stereotypical groups are sitting. The nerds, the cheerleaders right next to the group of bad boys, the music jocks and the ones that don't belong anywhere.

"Jen!"

I swiftly turn left to see Marlene waving from a table at the back of the canteen. I walk over to her and sit down, admiring the window view of the school's garden.

Marlene already has her food and I make the mistake of glancing at it. It's the most unappetizing thing I've ever seen. Disgusting potato mash with bread that looks like it's a week old. 

"You Okay? You look like you're gonna barf."

"I think I'm gonna skip on eating."

"Ahhh, yes newbie. It takes time to get used to this food, but why don't you grab a drink instead?"

"Better than starving."

I walk over to the line and start rummaging through my bag for the cash. Since my attention is focused completely on finding my tiny wallet in my huge bag, I step on someone's foot and look up from my bag to apologize but the green eyes I meet with make me shut my mouth and take a step back bumping into the person behind me.

The person at my back looks almost as big as Jett, is a little shorter but still buff. I shake my head, scolding myself for walking to the line, for being this careless and my dumb luck.  I bit down on my lip as I realize they were both in the bad boy group I saw earlier.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on you, or you." I say to both Jett and the guy behind me.

Jett looks like he's going to strangle me so when he takes a step towards me, I subconsciously take another back.

"Jettttt, baby I'm hungry. Why are you taking so long?"

A blonde girl with huge boobs that don't fit into her cheerleading uniform and a fake-looking ass hangs onto Jett's arm making him stop. He keeps glaring at me, ignoring the blondie.

"Babyyyy, didn't you hear me?" This time the blondie looks at Jett and follows his sight to me.

"Bitch why are you staring at my guy? Get your ugly ass out of here." She yells, spitting at my face.

"Oh no, you didn't." I take one step towards her and give her a death stare. 

"My ass is ugly but I like it, sweetheart. Yours however needs less bubble wrap. Perhaps you should take some out your asshole." I say with a harsh but calm tone that I have used numerous times with bitches like her in HK.

"Now. I would love to turn your face into the hazardous mashed potato they're serving. But I don't wanna get my hands dirty." I say smoothly while turning around and walking towards Marlene.

"Dude. That was freaking amazing. You're like the comeback queen. I can't believe you did that, no one stands up to Elirie. People almost fear her as much as Jett and his group of bad boys."

Right after saying that, Marlene suddenly looks behind me with a worried face but turns to her food quickly when she realizes I'm looking at her with confusion laced on my face looking for an explanation for the change in her mood. But I let it pass and focus on the bitch subject.

"Why? She's all bark and no bite. She'll pick on the ones that cower under her."

"Girl, Elirie's known for getting people to do what she wants. It's probably because they're scared of my--" she stops herself and then quickly continues with "her boyfriend."

"Jett and her are dating?" I scoff because I think those two would be the perfect douchebags together. The king of assholes and queen of bitches.

"Yea, no one really crosses them."