Who Ever Said I Was A Good Girl?

Chapter 3

I put the last of my things in my locker as Taylor went through my schedule, "Wow, we have every class together except you're taking art and I'm taking home ec. So we'll be seeing each other a lot." I just realized how pretty Taylor is, I wonder if she has a boyfriend. She's tanner than me, but not by much, and she has looonnnggg dark brown hair. She's wearing a floral crop top with jean shorts and white converse. Her crop top was showing her belly button ring and she had a small nose piercing. Taylor walked us to our first class which was English. I sat down right next to her and we just talked until the bell rang. Everybody shuffled into their seats and the teacher appeared a few moments later.

The seating arrangement was set up so the chairs were on the walls of the classroom and the teachers could lecture in the middle. "Ms. Thompson, we have a new student," said Taylor raising her hand. Wow, thanks Tay. "Hello, why don't you stand up and tell us your name?" I stood up every so slowly and spoke out, "My name's Siena." "Where are you from Siena?" asked the teacher. "I've moved around a bit but I just came from California." "Wow, California to Illinois, that must be a big transition huh?" "Ya but I'm pretty used to it with moving around and everything." I noticed there was a guy who had been staring at me, biting his lip. He wasn't bad looking by any means. Actually, he was one of the best looking guys I'd ever seen. I looked back away before he caught me staring at him back. "Okay, welcome to 1st period English Siena, hope you'll learn something." What did she mean by that? Did she think I was stupid? Has she gone through my past records? Oh no, what did the class think of me now?! I looked around and saw nobody was really paying attention to me anymore... except that same good looking guy across the room. Taylor leaned over, "Looks like Mr. Hottie is checking you out. Beware, he's like, the leader of the bad boy group, unless you wanna get into all sorts of trouble this year, stay away from him as much as you can." "Thanks, that's not what I need this year." I looked over and he was STILL STARING. Great, just what I need this year, a bad boy stuck to me like glue! This was gonna be harder than I thought...