Was I Unattractive Before?

Chapter 3

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Sorry if this chapter is sorta-kinda short!

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I walked into my biology class and was greeted with stares from everyone, except the kid in the back who looked like he was dreaming about Kim Kardashian.

Luckily, I had mentally prepared myself for these looks before hand. There were a few different types of stares I got; jealousy, lust, kindness, and drool. Oops, nevermind about the drooling one, he was still dreaming of bug butts. Anyways, the glare of jealousy where the ones I got from the girls who made it a goal to be the hottest in the school. The look of lust was from all the highschool boys who had nothing but sex on their minds, and kindness was from the nice people who realized I looked good but didn't keep on thinking about it.

"You're late." said the teacher who's name I didn't care to learn.

"You're stating the obvious." I retorted.

He seemed to be irritated by my remark.

"Take a seat, don't be late again. And you, introduce yourself to the class."

I hated 'introducing' myself. Honestly, if you aren't interested in me enough to ask my name, you shouldn't know it.

"I'm Eve. I just came from France. If that doesn't make you like me, I'm not sure what will."

I walked to an empty seat without waiting for a comment from the teacher, or anyone else.

Class went by slowly. Mr. B (for biology) taught us about something related to biology. A few kids acknowledged me politley, but didn't hold much of a conversation. I wasn't really sure if it was because they thought they would be scolded by the teacher, or they were shy around me. Thinking about me making others shy is kind of hilarious. Mostly because I used to be the shy girl. Now the tables have been turned. I smirked.

"Watcha smirkin bout?" Drake asked.

"Your lack of word pronounciation." He laughed.

"Well, the bell rang a minute ago so you might want to jog to your next class. Speaking of next class, what is it again?"

"Choir." I replyed with a look of happiness on my face. Choir was my favorite class since 5th or 6th grade when I realized I had a talent.

"Sadly, for you, we don't have that together. The classroom is that way, though." He pointed down the hallway."I'll meet you by the history classroom. That's the class you have after, correctumungo?"

"I like this new language you're coming up with. Yes, it is the class I have after, SEE YOU THEN!" I had to shout the last couple words since he had already started walking off. I raised my chin up slightly, though not enough to look snotty, and started walking to choir. As I looked in the door I realized class must have already started. I hope I don't make too much of a habit of being late, I told myself. I sucked in a lung full of air, stuck a smile on my face, opened the door, and made my entrance.