Life of a Fangirl

Chapter 2

The bell rang for lunch as floods of children ran out of the cramped Geography classroom. "Don't forget to bring your assignments next lesson!" Screamed Mr Jean. Like usual, Amy and I were the last to reach the door. "Oh, Rosie, could you take these books to F7 for me." He placed a pile of 15 text books in my arms (my school isn't exactly good at spending money wisely, so we have to share most of the textbooks between two people). I sighed and began walking to the room next door. "Well what a load of crap that lesson was. Seriously, why did we need to know about- oh, can we help you?" Amy said to a group of the populars blocking the path. How sad, they'd rather wait about just to bully Amy and me rather than going straight to lunch like most normal people.
"Alright, nerds?" Tom said. He had gelled hair and an untucked shirt. Roxy's boyfriend. Roxy had blonde curls, an orange face and a ridiculously short skirt that revealed too much. In a way, she was the leader of the popular girls. And Tom was the leader of the popular boys. They were like King and Queen Popular.
"Um, excuse me," I mumbled.
"Nah, we ain't moving," Jack grinned.
"That's right, you have to get past us first," Michelle smiled. All of a sudden she stepped forward and elbowed me, causing the books to topple on to the ground. "Aw, nerd, drop your books? How sad for you it must be," Sam said, mocking a sad look. Everyone else in the group snickered. "What do you want from us? What makes you want to tease us like this?" Amy asked, shaking. Good old Amy, I could always count on her to stick up for us. "Shut up, nerd," Kaley said, stepping over the books and kicking Amy really hard in the shin with her Doc Martens (which, by the way, are not allowed in the school uniform). Amy fell to the ground in pain. "Liked that, did you? How about some more?" This time Jack and Tom joined in, kicking Amy who was still on the floor, not able to move. If I didn't stop them soon then she could get critically injured.
"Stop it! What's your problem?" I yelled. They all froze and I took the chance to help Amy up. All six of them started laughing like I'd just told the most hilarious joke.
"What's going on out here?" Mr Jean said sternly, poking his head out from the classroom.
"Um, nothing sir. Rosie dropped her books so we were helping her pick them up," Roxy said in her teacher's pet voice, giving me a warning glare. Her way of telling me that if I told on them I would regret it.
"Well help her pick them up then," Mr Jean grumbled, not quite convinced. The group knelt down and handed the books to me until I was holding all 15 again. I gave half of them to Amy and we took them into F7. "Thanks for the help, guys," Amy fake smiled on our way back out, as Mr Jean went back into his classroom to continue his marking. We ran all the way to the canteen, so as not to get caught out by that bunch again. The canteen queue wasn't so long now. I bought a cheese sandwich, and Amy bought a cookie just so she could queue with me. Today she had a packed lunch, but we wanted to stay near each other after the incident. Every table had a person eating on it, and we knew no one would welcome us, so we made our way outside to eat on the bench, even though it was the beginning of January. We then went to the library, like every other lunchtime, and sat quietly, reading our separate books. I was so entranced in reading Divergent for the third time that I almost jumped out of my skin when the bell rang. We made our way back to the form classroom to register. When we got there, everyone was too busy doing there own thing to notice us. I took a seat next to a popular boy called Jamie, without realising it. In the three years I had know him, I'd only ever spoken to him to ask if he had a spare pen, or if the two seats next to him were being used. He was kind of cute, with brown messy hair, tanned skin and green eyes. "Hi," he smiled, turning round to me.
"Oh, me?" I said, confused.
"Yes, you," he laughed. He was actually talking to me! "Um, your chair leg is on my bag."
"Oh, sorry," I said, moving my chair. Our form tutor entered the room and asked for everyone to be quiet. Like normal, no one listened. Paper aeroplanes continued to fly around the room, and the loud chatter of girls was endless. "I said QUIET!" Mrs Bell yelled. Finally, the noise died down and she took the register.

I walked out of the classroom with Amy. "Hey, I know that look, what's up?" Amy enquired.
"Well, there's this boy I think I have a crush on."
"Who?!" Amy spluttered.
"It's Jamie."
"ROSIE?! He's a popular. No offence, but I don't think he'll like you back."
I sighed. I guess so.
"Yeah, you're right. I was being stupid. Come on, let's go to Biology."