Young Lies

1 ❥ welcome to las flores, bitch!

"Exactly" he smirks

"You don't seem too excited honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah! Of course I am" No, no I am not. That school is full of kids who were literally born on a bed of money spending their childhood up in their penthouses with their fucking butlers while I come from a two bedroom apartment in Queens where I spent most of my childhood stealing candy from Mr.Jackson's sweets store downstairs and helping dad fix up different cars in his shop.

After what felt like the longest drive ever we finally made it to my new form of hell: Las Flores fucking High School... yay (note the sarcasm). I give my dad a kiss on the cheek and begin my descent to the office.

"Fuck this place is like the god damn White House" I mutter

As I said that my dumbass tripped and fell... RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE :/

"Are you okay?" someone asks

I look up and see one of the most stunning girls I have ever seen. She had dark brown hair and almost black eyes, she had such a pretty smile and she even managed to make these ugly ass uniforms look good.

"Hello??" she asks again

"Oh sorry...yea I'm okay just a bit lost"

"Ohhh so you're the new girl that everyone's been talking about" she looks at me up and down with...awe?

"Uh yeah, do you know where the front office is?" I ask

"Lucky for you I was just heading there right now, follow me" she says

"My name is Arya Ali by the way, what your's" she asks

"Catalina Faye" I respond

As we walk down the hall I can't help but notice all the people looking at me. SHIT IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?!?!

"Arya?" I ask

"What's up?"

"Is there something on my face" I ask.

She turns to look at me... "No, why?" she questions

OH I DON'T KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE EVERYONE IS STARING AT ME

"No reason" I respond

"If you're worried about everyone looking at you, get used to it girl, you're considered "fresh meat", the guys here will most likely try to do whatever they can to get in your pants while the girls will try to do anything to expose you." she says with no emotion

"You say this as if you you have experienced it" I give her a questioning look

"That's because I have, I was the "new girl" once too, I'm also on a scholarship but for academics. When I first got here at last 13 guys tried to get me to sleep with them just in first period and 6 girls asked me what my mom and dad do for a living so they could manage to get some sort of dirt on me. Once I said no to both, they both treated me like shit because I am not as rich as them. Some even called me "the help"" she says dryly

"Jesus" I reply. Fuck this shit I'm out of-

"And here we are" she says. Damnit

She opens the door for me as we both head in. I kid you not the office is probably bigger than my old school's gymnasium. I look around in awe, everything is so clean and organized I honestly think I could cry.

"May I help you young lady?" a blonde woman who's sitting at the receptionist desk asks

"Oh sorry, yes my name is Catalina Faye and I'm new here. I was wondering if I could please get my schedule and locker combo" I ask politely