It looked like I hurt her bad when I bumped into her. She glared at me like the way she did when I saw her kiss Michael a couple of minutes ago. Oh come on, out of all the girls I could have crashed into, it had to be her. She rubbed the back of her head; I wondered how she can supposedly be in all that pain when I didn't feel that hurt at all. She looked around, when she saw we were the only ones in the hall she stopped rubbing her head and all the pain seemed to drain from her face.

"Would you watch where you're going? Who do you think you are bumping into me like that? You're just a new girl around here," she yelled, looking deeply in my eyes with a frown on her face that didn't make her look any prettier then she already was.

"Well who do you think YOU are for talking to me like that? Besides, what are you some sort of school majesty. Yeah, so I crashed into you, it wasn't like I did on purpose jackass," I told her, madder than usual.

Her eyes widened in anger and shock. "You bitch, don't talk to me like that. I can ruin your little reputation in a blink of an eye."

I chuckled. "What reputation would that be? You're the one that said I'm the new girl, and so far that's all I am. You know what? For a pretty face, you're a little stupid."

She put her hand on her hip and looked up and down at me, forcing her eyes to look smaller as if she were trying to looking closely at an alien. Then she smiled, closed her eyes, shook her head, and laughed.

"Gosh, you are no competition," she said as she kept shaking her head.

When she stopped shaking it I narrowed my eyes and said, "Competition? What the hell do you mean by competition?"

She grinned and reminded me of an evil Barbie doll, "Well, I just realize now that you were the girl looking at Michael a couple of minutes ago." She looked at me again and flipped again. "Let me just say. You are no competition. You'll never get my Mikey away from me."

I was about to say something, but instead she turned around started laughing and walked inside the girl's bathroom, with her high heels making a loud noise every time she took a step. I shook my head and looked for my first class.

All I could think about was Michael. Was he dating with that girl? Why was I like reading his thoughts a couple of minutes ago? Can that other girl do that too? Or was I the only one?

As I found my new class, the first thing I saw was the teacher, she was small and petite. Her outfit clearly made her look no taller, then she probably hoped for.

"Hello, you must be the new girl, nice to meet you, I'm Ms. Eemose," she said smiling. What the hell? Even the teachers are going to call me new girl?

I smiled back to her, not knowing if it was because I wanted to be polite, or because I was amused that her last name was Eemose. It sounded like emos.

"Hi, I'm Lexianna; you can call me Anna, and nice to meet you too, Mrs. Eemose," I replied.

She grinned at me, but her grin was warm and sweet, not like Michael's lover, her grin was more mean and evil. I just realized I didn't get to ask for her name.

The teacher shook my hand, "Ok Anna take a seat you like, oh and by the way it's Ms. Eemose, not Mrs. I guess I just haven't found the right guy for me yet." I nodded. She sighed and stopped shaking my hand.

I looked around the classroom. There were more boys in the class than girls, obviously. There were only three empty chairs I sat on the one closest to the door, so I could leave faster. There was an empty seat in my left, but it had a backpack on the desk so I assumed it was taken.

Halfway through class, all the students weren't paying any attention to teacher whatsoever accept me of course.

Then all of a sudden a boy with his hood and sunglasses on barged in. I soon regretted getting a seat next to the door because right when he walked in everyone in class looked his direction. I lowered my head so they could all see a better view of him.

When he started walking forward I finally looked up to get a view of him for myself.

"Excuse me young man, what are you doing here?" Ms. Eemose sounded and looked angry as she looked at the mysterious boy. She stared at him with wide eyes, obviously annoyed.

The boy didn't answer. I looked around, only to find out that all the girls were staring at him with their mouths hanging open, probably thinking he was cute.

A couple seconds later when the teacher opened her mouth, as she was about to yell at him again, the boy took off his hood and sunglasses. I recognized him immediately. The first person I saw him look at was me.