Ugly Secrets, Pretty Lies

Two

As Lily pulled up to the parking lot of our high school, another car pulled in, a silver Mercedes. Harper gasped and leaned forward, gripping the back of my seat.

"I don't believe it!" she said hoarsely, her eyes trained on the Mercedes. 

"Believe what?" I grumbled as Lily froze in her seat. She, too, was watching the Mercedes. I followed their gaze and saw the door of the driver seat open and out stepped a tall and muscular tanned boy, running a hand through his messy dark hair. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened my car door and stepped out, shutting the door behind me. Everyone in the lot was staring at the boy. He adjusted his black leather jacket and pulled out a pair of shades, putting them on slowly. I swear, all the girls were practically drooling and squealing. 

"Blake Anderson, the bad boy of Riverwood High," Harper sighed.

 I arched a brow. "Bad boy?" But my best friends ignored me, for they were too busy at the so-called 'bad boy', who was now strutting toward the entrance doors of our school. A group of cheerleaders were legit following him, dabbing on lipstick and pulling the collar of their uniforms down to reveal their breasts. I rolled my eyes at the sight and turned to Lily and Harper who had gotten out of the car. 

"Locked the car doors?" I asked Lily dryly.

 "What? Oh, yes, I did," Lily said. 

"You're drooling," I pointed out to Harper. 

Harper wiped it off with the back of her hand absentmindedly.

"Isn't he hot?" she squealed. "I swear, I would've fainted right then and there!" 

"Hot? Not really," I muttered, walking toward the entrance doors. 

"Oh my gosh, Quinn, where have you been? Under a rock?!"

 I put a hand to my heart in mock hurt. "Moi? Honestly, he's such a player, I don't get why every girl likes him. He must've slept with half the girls in our year." 

Lily was a finger at me. "Never say things you don't know, darling." 

I rolled my eyes. "Truth," I muttered. But I didn't know for sure.

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The bell rang, signaling the start of first period while I was still at my locker. Harper had scampered off the moment we walked into the school, leaving Lily and I. 

"Hurry up, Quinn," Lily singsonged, tapping her left foot repeatedly. 

"You're annoying me," I muttered, slamming my locker door shut and turning around. I stalked off toward class. The hall was bustling with students and Lily hurried to keep up with me, pushing past a few people who scowled at her.

 "Oh, don't be such a baby," she said, catching up to me.

 I grumbled a few good choice curse words and walked into first period, which was English.

Half to most the class was already there. I went to the very back and took a seat in the middle of the back row, hoping Miss Grant wouldn't look up from her book and move me to the front again, as she did every time. 

Don't let her look up, I thought. 

Lily slid into the seat next to me, flipping her blonde hair back as she opened her backpack and pulled out her English textbook. 

"Still grumpy?" she asked, not looking at me.

 "Not really," I answered, sliding down in my seat as Miss Grant looked up. 

"I'm not here," I muttered, pulling my hood over my hair. Miss Grant's sharp eyes surveyed the room, probably looking for me, when the door burst open and in strode the bad boy himself. I slope down on my seat even more, nearly falling off. Lily looked up from her textbook. The entire class had gone silent from it's loud chatter seconds before. Blake Anderson stepped into the room, a smirk plastered on his face, his backpack sling over one shoulder. Miss Grant's eyes immediately moved to his and I sighed in relief, sitting up a little. 

"Nice of you to join us today, Mr. Anderson," she said coolly.

 Blake moved toward the seat in the middle and plopped down. "What, not happy to see me?" he says, slipping his backpack off, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thump. 

Miss Grant glared at him and swerved around, taking a seat behind her desk. "Take our your textbooks and please do not make a single noise." 

Blake pulled his backpack up, clearing his throat loudly on purpose and unzipped his backpack. It made a loud zipping sound as it opened and the class watched as he took out his textbook and let it fall onto his desk with a loud thump. 

"Mr. Anderson! Principal's office, now!" Miss Grant snapped, standing up. 

Blake looked up with an innocent look on his face. "What did I do? I was just taking out my textbook like you asked us to." 

Next to me, Lily giggled quietly. I looked at Blake, annoyed. Why couldn't he just shut up and do what the teacher says? But then again, I suppose he never does. 

"Detention after school," Miss Grant said, her nostrils flaring.

 A cheerleader who I knew by sight sitting 4 seats away giggled loudly. Blake looked at her and flashed her a smirk, in which she returned with a wink. 

"Alright then," Blake said, standing up and stuffing his textbook back into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He stretched, causing his shirt to ride up and giving the class a glimpse of his muscular body and 6-pack. All the girls swooned, including Lily, whereas I groaned. "What a shame I'll miss English. Off to the principal's office." He waved to the class and winked, then sauntered out of the room, Miss Grant's glare following him on the way. 

"His 6-pack!" Lily squealed quietly. 

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up please."

"Quiet!" Miss Grant barked, sitting back down. 

The entire class quieted down slowly, the last whispering dying as our teacher glared at us all. 

"Now, we can begin class."