Chapter 2
1058 Words
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groan, get up, and throw my clock out the window before lying back down.
"Trish, get up! You'll be late for school!" Lexi shouts.
I hate Mondays, but at least Dad is working in the city this month. He came home last night, and I finally got my new phone.
I stretch, open my closet, and choose ripped jeans, a baggy shirt, my jacket, and Converse.
"Don't I look fabulous?" Mia enters, wearing a skirt with blue-and-white striped leggings, blue sneakers, a light blue top that says "I'm awesome," and a long denim jacket. I’m putting my hair in a messy bun.
"You do," I nod, admiring her long red hair held back with a white headband.
"And my finishing touch," she adds, placing sunglasses on her head.
"No wonder you're popular; you've got style," I smile.
"I know! Claire better watch out; she won't steal my spotlight," she says, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she leaves.
Future school queen bee right there.
"Come on, Trish, I'll drop you guys off at school today," Dad says as we finish eating. He’s tall with jet-black hair and emerald eyes, just like mine.
“Yay, I call shotgun!” Mason shouts, grabbing his bag and rushing to the door.
“No problem,” I shrug.
“Later when you get back, I have something important to tell you,” he adds, and I nod, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
“Have fun, kids! I’ll see you at school,” Lexi says. She’s the new middle school nurse for the rest of the year.
They all groan. “She just makes my life more complicated,” Matthew mumbles, and I laugh as we head to the front door.
***
“Hey, Trish! I missed you!” Jasmine hugs me as I get out of Dad's SUV.
“Lexi will pick you up later,” Dad reminds me.
“That’s okay; I’ll walk or get a ride with Jazz,” I reply as he drives off.
“I missed you too! How was Chicago?”
“Great, and I ha—”
“Well, well, look who actually showed up to school,” one of the jocks, Ted Wayne, smirks. He has platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
“Drop it, Ted,” Jasmine hisses.
“If you’re willing to drop those pants for me in the janitor’s closet, then I don’t mind, babe,” he winks at her, and she rolls her eyes.
“Let’s go,” she says, grabbing my hand and pushing past him. Jasmine is undeniably pretty with her light blonde hair, gray eyes, and killer body. We met in 8th grade when she stood up for me against Ivan's bullying. I still can’t understand why they haven’t bullied her; she’s always with me.
“Are you sharing lockers this semester?” I ask as we enter the corridor.
“Not sure, but I think they moved me,” she shrugs. She’s wearing high-waisted pencil pants, a tight crop top, and brown boots, with her light blonde curls falling over her shoulders.
“I’ll see you later; I have some stuff to take care of,” she says, leaving me in this intimidating place.
I pull my hoodie over my head, keep it down, and adjust my fake glasses as I head to the main office.
I bump into people, but they ignore me. At least I don’t have to deal with the three evil sisters until lunch.
***
“Trish West, since your locker is half empty, we’ve assigned you to share a locker with someone. Here’s your new combination, and if you need to change your schedule, do it at lunch,” the secretary says, handing me a paper that I tuck into my pocket.
“Thank you,” I nod and bump into a girl with chestnut hair.
“S-sorry,” she stutters.
“It’s okay,” I wave her off and leave to find my new locker.
Suddenly, someone trips me, and I fall.
“Watch where you're going, trash,” Ivan Gatlin laughs as I scramble to pick up my glasses, along with his two friends, Lance and Oscar.
“Asshole,” I mumble.
“What did you just say, loser?” he snaps, grabbing my collar and forcing me to look into his ocean-blue eyes.
“N-nothing,” I stutter, looking down.
“It better be, nerd, and stay out of my way next time,” he warns, letting me go. Lance snatches my glasses, breaks them in half, and hands them back to me.
I gasp and run to the restroom, locking myself in a stall and crying.
“Oh my God, Monica, I love your dress!” I hear Sandra shriek.
Oh no, the three evil stepsisters.
“Thanks! But where’s Kim? She said she’d be here,” Monica replies.
“Probably making out with her ex, Lance, who dumped her during winter break,” Sandra sighs.
“He did? I thought that was just a rumor!” Monica gasps.
“He did, and last night he went to her house to apologize,” Sandra explains.
“Why wasn’t I informed?”
“You’re always busy with your phone; I can’t tell you anything without repeating it.”
“I haven’t seen that nerd this morning; maybe she finally transferred or dropped out,” Monica laughs.
“I doubt it. I heard the guys are planning something, and Ted said he saw her in the parking lot.”
The first warning bell rings, and I hear them leave.
It takes me four minutes to find my locker and unlock it.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
I stop and turn around.
“Um…”
“This is my locker; now scram,” he hisses.
“But this is my locker too,” I mumble.
“Look, nerd, I’m in a good mood this morning, so go before I make your life a living hell,” he threatens. That’s when I realize who he is.
Hunter McCoy, the school’s bad boy. He has light brown hair and gray eyes that are currently glaring at me.
I gulp. You've got to be kidding me. I have to share a locker with this guy for the rest of the semester?
Just great.
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