Party Girl

Chapter Two

I hate school.

Okay...hate is a strong word. I...dislike school... Now, that's better.

Why, you might ask? Well, even though I might be an "A+" student, part of the student council, loved by most of the staff here and a very ambitious person, I still have it hard and rumors are one of the most believed phenomenons here.

Now, how do these rumors affect Adele Spur? How does a person like me have it hard?

Sigh... In the 8th grade, it was circulated that  I was a lesbian, which was posed as my reason for not dating Trevor Adams. At that time, he was the hottest— no...wrong word. He was the most associated with, tween in school and he found interest in my cute pigtails. But, yeesh! Those middle school girls had messed up minds to spread a rumor like that. I didn't even have time to figure out my sexuality, and I don't have time now. I haven't looked at anyone with that kind of interest before, except for my lovely textbooks.

As a matter-of-fact, highschool relationships are a waste of time and emotions based on what I've experienced through my two best friends. The girls are emotionally immature and the boys are mentally immature. I have no time for teenage romance roller coasters. None. Periodt—

I glance up and flinch slightly, startled out of my thoughts when I see Alexa leaning on the locker beside mine, just waiting for my attention.

"Hey, Adele," she muses, smirking down at me at the height of 5'10. It's no news that Alexa has a crush on me...it's been forever! Yes, she knows I am a bookworm with no intentions of  curving. Surprisingly, she still hasn't given up.

"Hi," I say as I turn back to my locker, placing my index finger on the scanner. A line glides across the small screen identifying my print, before it beeps twice.

"You look nice today~" she compliments my appearance.

Her eyes move down, then back up. To say I'm embarrassed would be an understatement. At this point, I feel a bit uneasy, maybe harassed, due to the fact that she can eye rape me and have a clear imagination of what's underneath my clothes, since she's also a girl. Not to be judgy or anything, but I can't tell what's going on inside her head while she's looking at me like that.

I swallow hard, quickly switching books in my locker. "Thank you." I mutter as polite as how my voice can manage and  a few books spill from my arms. I pick them up, then adjust the collar of my shirt.

I need to head to class right about now. The locker slams shut when I start to leave. She takes a graceful step in her black boots, blocking my way.

"Adele, you can't keep ghosting me. Just give me a chance to prove that I'm different. I promise it'll be worth it." she pleads, or rather that's what she wants it to sound, like she's begging me, when I can hear the mockery in her edgy voice.

I don't know what to say. She has always been intimidating. I don't even know how I lasted this long with someone like her pursuing me.

But at the other side of the hallway stood my saving grace. Standing tall with a sash over his shoulder and a notepad, with a pen sticking out of it, is William Taylor. He begins sauntering our way in all his hall monitor glory.

I'm more than ecstatic to see him.

"Adele, you're needed in the principal's office," he says, taking a glance at Alexa who's probably shooting lasers at him with her eyes for interrupting her one way conversation with me. "Oh, hey there, Alexa," he smirks.

She rolls her eyes, turns on her heels and walks out, leaving words of farewell in my ear, "See you around, Adele." She disappears into a wave of students scurrying around to their classes.

I take a long, dragged breath, heaving a sigh before turning to William, "Thank you so much, Will." I smiled and he smiled back, giving my shoulder a pat.

William is one of the few people who actually disregard rumors and I am glad he understands the situation of highschool and teenagers.

I rush away quickly, hoping that I'm not too late. I don't want my name to be announced over the speakers...

I enter the main office, greeting the receptionist and she nods for me to go ahead into Mr. Luke's office. It isn't the first time I've been in here, so the dim lights aren't questionable anymore, now that I know that my principal's eyes are affected by bright light. He looks up from his laptop over his black-rimmed reading glasses.

"Ms. Spur, good morning. Please take a seat."