Corrupting Ms. Popular

C H A P T E R 5

I took a step back and looked at my locker. I added a few personal touches which made a huge difference.

Unlike at most schools, these lockers were body length and I couldn't have been more grateful since Will said we don't have gym lockers. My life would've been a lot harder if they weren't.

I had stacked all my books alphabetically and I put my pink pen cup with extra pens next to it and like any other girl in school I put a mirror up on the door-it had a plain black frame and it was square. I had put a few pictures up around the mirror to make it a little more impersonal.

I had folded my gym clothes and shoes and put them on the bottom shelf so that they were out of harms way. I made a mental note to bring a jacket and umbrella to store in my locker.

I had also put my time table up on the door so I could see which classes I had without having to look for the paper.

When I heard the bell ring, I cringed. It sounded like a car horn that had somehow gotten water damage and it was so loud it left a ringing noise in my ears.

I grabbed the sketch book and a few pencils and started making my way to room 127. It was my Art class and I hoped that I didn't have some annoying teacher who criticized everything.

The school was... bigger than it looked. I knew for a fact that I would've gotten lost if it wasn't for the map-which took me minutes to read, but I managed.

The halls started clearing up and I was no where near my class. The halls started clearing up faster and I started panicking since I was never late for class.

I noticed footsteps behind me and I was harshly pushed aside by a short redhead who dashed past me.

“Sorry!”

She called back and I noticed that she was carrying a sketch book similar to mine. I took the chance and started jogging after her. Either way I would be late.

She dashed into a class and I couldn't help my sigh of relief as I noticed it was indeed the room I needed to be in.

I rushed in and all eyes turned to me. I noticed that the red head had already taken her seat and I had to resist my amazement.

“And who might you be?”

The teacher asked and I smiled politely as I made my way towards her desk.

She seemed to be in her late 50's and she wore vintage clothes with strange patterns on like any other art teacher.

“Morning, Ma'am. My name is Olivia Rivers and I just transferred here.”

I introduced and she smiled as she realized who I was.

“Oh, Olivia, I've seen some of your previous art pieces while I was traveling. I have to say you gave your old school quite the reputation. I am honored to be your Art teacher. I'm Mrs. Harrison.”

She smiled at me for a brief moment before she started speaking again.

“Now, find yourself a seat. For today's lesson, we are sketching a tree. I would like to see everyone’s talent when it comes to something simple.”

I smiled at her as I looked towards the classroom. Most of the seats were taken but I noticed one in the front row. I started walking towards it, but the guy sitting there pushed it under the desk and I had to admit I felt hurt.

“Over here!”

I looked up and saw the red headed girl pointing to the seat next door to her. I smiled at her gratefully and sat down.

I took a good look at her and realized that she was actually really pretty. Her red hair wasn't the fire engine red but it also wasn't light enough to be considered as orange. Her eyes were a vivid green and she had a body that would put any so called model to shame.

She wore simple black flats with a black skinny jean and a white blouse. She wore a minimal amount of make-up.

“Hi. My name is Evangeline. But my friends call me Eva.”

“Liv-short for Olivia.”

“That is such a pretty name.”

She complimented and I thanked her. I didn't want to be rude or anything but she came off as talkative-the one thing I wasn't.

I sighed and opened my sketch book. This teacher seriously wanted us to draw a tree?

I looked up when I heard the door bang open and I frowned when I saw Leila walk through the door with this malicious smirk on her face. She acted as though she owned the place.

“Leila, you know I don't tolerate lateness.”

Mrs. Harrison had a clipped tone and Leila did a typical hair flick and crossed her arms. Did she think that made her look hot or something?

“Well, if you don't tolerate it, why don't you ever punish us?”

Leila asked back sassily. Who the hell did this girl think she was? I stood up and crossed my arms.

“Listen, Leila . Go look up the definition of respect in a dictionary and come apologize to Mrs. Harrison for being late. Its not her fault you decided to take a stroll before coming to class.”

I stated and I saw Mrs. Harrison try to fight down a smile. She was clearly happy that someone had stood up to Leila-who gave a snort of laughter and I had to contain my laugh.

She reminded me of one of those people who had a laugh funnier than the joke.

“Gosh, you've barely been here for an hour and you're already trying to kiss ass.”

She commented and I smiled since she gave me the perfect opportunity for a comeback.

“Well, your legs open more than I kiss ass, so I'm fine with that.”

I watched as she glared at me and I sat down when I heard Mrs. Harrison stifle her giggle.

“Enough, you two. Leila , sit down before... before...”

She started laughing again and Leila gave a cry of frustration and went to take her seat at the back of the classroom.

I could feel her glaring daggers at the back of my head...

Ah, who cares?

I started drawing my tree and ignored her childishness. She reminded me of my brother-only the sluttier and female version.