8I've been going through and fixing up the chapters before I post them. I haven't gotten any reviews. Yet. But hopefully I will soon. But I decided to put up another chapter just incase someone does like it.
Mr. Samuels the most boring Spanish teacher at Enloe Highschool had just started talking in that monotonous voice of his when the preppiest kid to ever step foot inside of the ghetto high school walked in.
"Wrong school loser. Broughton is on the other side of town!"
Drew, one of the few kids who managed to stay awake for more than thirty seconds in Mr. Samuels first period yelled at the new kid, successfully waking everyone else up. Glaring at him for disrupting my sleep, my beautiful, beautiful sleep, I took a glance at the new kid.
Yep. Drew was right, he's definitely a Broughton kid. I wonder what he's doing here.
Now Broughton kid's and Enloe kid's just don't mix. Broughton kids are preppy, and as we like to think here, they all have British accents. Now, that might not be entirely true, but you would have a hard time convincing the vast majority of the people at Enloe of that. On the other hand, the vast majority of the kids at Enloe are black, whether it's their skin color or not. Enloe is in the ghetto of town, and it's a magnet school. So the people going there are either black, or nerdy, or lucky. I'm probably half nerdy half lucky, as in I'm brilliant, but in no way shape or form a nerd. Anyways, wear a popped collar to Enloe and you'll get mugged, end of story.
As for the insane prep kid, it was easy to tell that he must have transferred from Broughton by his style of dress, he wore a white polo with a popped collar, Sperry's, and plaid shorts. Now, even I can admit it when I see a good-looking guy, and he was a prime example of that. He was tall, maybe 6'2", and had straight teeth that he kept showing off with a cocky smirk, and he had shaggy brown hair that kept getting in his deep .
Dang. I wish he wasn't such a prep. He's HOTT.
It was obvious I wasn't the only female in the class to notice, mutterings filled the air.
"Look at him!"
"What a babe!"
The girls weren't the only ones talking about him however, there were plenty of comments from the male population of the class floating around as well.
"What's a Broughton kid doing here?"
"Get out retard!"
"What the hell is with the new kid? Doesn't he know better than to wear prep clothes?"
Okay, back to him walking in. He walked across the room towards Mr. Samuels who was staring at him like he was an alien. And he sure looked like one the way he stood out in the classroom. The new kid just stood there waiting for Mr. Samuels to snap back to reality with a smirk on his face the whole time.
What the heck? What has he got to smirk about?! It's school for Pete's sake! What a weirdo.
He handed the teacher a note and looked around while he was waiting for Mr. Samuel's to read it. This seemed to snap Mr. Samuels back to reality because he grabbed the note and read it with a look of annoyance, before looking up and stating,
"This is our new student, Colby Smith, on transfer from .."
This is gunna be a real shocker folks. Dun. Dun. Dun.
"Broughton."
Gasp... Wow... I never would have guessed... rolls eyes
"Okay Colby, please go take a seat"
Senor Samuel's pointed to the seat right beside me. And then, miracle of miracles, the bell rang. It took the whole class by surprise, after all, class had only started ten minutes ago, we still had another thirty five to go! However after staring blankly at the clock for a moment in shock Mr. Samuels realized it wasn't the bell dismissing class ringing, it was the one telling him to pick up the phone. So without further delay, he did. After listening for another moment he looked up, his eyes going straight to Colby and myself.
Uhoh.
"Cassy, Colby, the principle wants a word with you two. Please go to the office."
What?! What on earth have I done? It's only first period of the first day! And what's it got to do with that prep?
Without bothering to look and see what 'that prep' was doing I stood up and grabbed my messenger bag, walking out the door without a second glance. I heard some hurried footsteps presumably from Colby as he hurried to catch up with me.
"So uh, what's your name?"
Colby asked trying to keep up his cocky look, but evidently somewhat surprised that I wasn't falling all over him. I just looked at him and waited for him to realize the teacher had just said my name when he told us to go to the office.
"Oh.. Right... Haha... He just said your name a moment ago, didn't he?"
I nodded my head in affirmation, "Sure did."
Seeing that we were to the office Colby ran ahead a few step's and opened the door for me. Cocking an eyebrow at him I commented,
"Quite the ladies man, huh?"
"I try."
"Keyword being try." I snickered.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not mean. I just hate prep's, and I tend to be wary of guy's who try to win over all the ladies.
"Ah, Cassy, and this must be Colby? Of course it is. Well the reason I called you in here is because you two have the exact same schedules."
She had better not ask me what I think she's going to ask me.
As if she had read my thoughts Mrs. Cochren turned to me,
"So Cassy, you will be showing Colby around and helping him settle in. I will be monitoring you, and you will sit beside him in all your classes. Including lunch… And you will be accompanying him to tonight's back to school dance. Or there will be serious repercussions. Understood?"
She finished with an evil smirk.
Crap. She did exactly what I thought she was going to do.
"What?! No way! Find someone else. I'm not watching this little twerp!" I gestured towards Colby.
"Yes. You. Will. Now get out!"
"Ugh, fine. Whatever."
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