Chapter 2

So, here I am, sitting on my clothes chest and waiting for someone to volunteer to help me carry this humungous thing up who-knows-how many flights of stairs. Great, this school is even cliquier than my old one.

I know it sounds like I'm bitter; that's because I am. I despise people that flaunt themselves, people that lack any and all shame, and it just so happens that my mother wants me to befriend them. Thus, my bitterness. But, now that I don't have to see her everyday, I guess that I'll have a better temperament.

"You must be, like, new." I looked up from my reverie to see, you guessed it, a prep. In fact you could say, 'She was the preppiest prep that ever prepped' if you wanted to. I doubt you do, but youcatch mydrift. I nodded, because I still didn't feel like talking. "Well, my name is Sandra. Sandra Hedgemen?" She said it like I was supposed to know who she was. "Who are you?" I'm not sure if anybody else noticed, but I could detect a hint of 'I want to see if you're important and have money before I befriend you' in her voice. Her posse was a co-ed and most of the girls were glaring at me. Ha! Jealousy's a killer.

"Aliece," I stated simply, prolonging their agony. Muhahaha! I love messing with preps! Sandra gave me a look that signaled that she didn't care what my first name was; she just wanted to see what my last name was to see if I had money. Most people might not have recognized the bitterness in these people, but I have nothing better to do with my time than to sit around studying the reaction of the people around me. "Aliece Wrath." I winced shortly after. Anybody that heard my last name either squealed and started mooching or they made fun of it. I hated both.

"Like, oh my gosh! You mean, like, Wrath? Like, Wrath Records?" I nodded, more to myself than her. "That's, like, so cool! Well, what are you, like, doing sitting here all by your lonesome? Jeff! Hank!" Two guys stepped from the group behind her. I half expected them to bow to her. "Why don't you take that big, ol' trunk and take it Alice's bedroom?" I was amazed by the fact that she a) stated a sentence without the word "like" in it, b) managed to flirt shamelessly with two guys simultaneously, and c) single handedly slaughtered my name. I would've said something, but I figured the endless bickering that would undoubtedly begin the moment I corrected her, could wait until after her cronies took care of my trunk.

You probably think that's shallow, but I'm just taking advantage of the situation at hand, just like Dad always told me to. I'm going to be one heck of a business woman, huh? No, no that's still shallow. But they were pretending to be my friends for the money, so I figure we're even. I was about to stand up to let them carry it, when Sandra sat down next to me. Our shoulders brushed and I shivered. I hate it when people touch me. It's a weird quirk of mine. The boys went to each end of the trunk and picked it up, with us on top of it, and I decided then that more than half of the school population worked out way too much. Or it might've been just these two, but, dang, Danny and I had trouble getting it from the sidewalk into the trunk of the car.

And so, they carried us up the steps to the school and up to the main hallway, even the inside was brick. The floors were a white and blue-ish marble that, surprisingly, looked a lot like plastic. Our chauffeurs set us down in front of a section of wall covered with papers taped in straight columns. Sandra stood and searched through the lists on the wall. Her French manicured fingers ran over what I guessed were names until she stopped with a small jump and an "ah-ha!" she turned to me with an excited jump. I internally sighed, but externally I kept the same straight, bored looking face I usually had. "Unfortunately, you don't have a dorm with me. But you're roomies with, like, my bestest friend in the world! Mandy!" I'm sure that if I hadn't mastered the art of apathy at a young age I would've groaned. How is it possible to be at the nerd capital of the world and still be surrounded by preps? How, I ask!

And then I saw him.

He was pretty tall; I'm not even going to guess his height. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair and he was too far away for me to see his eyes, which is beside the point. He was wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt that seemed a little too tight. I smiled slightly to myself, completely ignoring Sandra as I stared aghast at the boy at the other end of the hall.

I made a vow to myself right then and there; I will make that guy my friend.

Author's Note: So? What do you guys think? There's not really much to say, but I hope you guys like this; there's not much point in me posting it if you don't like it, right? Right.