Wen Little couldn't care less for Megan Price's jabs on how she stuttered. Wen knew her stutter was bad, but being confronted about it in front of the whole class made it even worse.
Megan's icy blue eyes glared at Wen and her forehead wrinkled with anger. "W...w...Wen." Megan said with a smirk on her face. "L...lo...looks like y...yo...your lame ass B... brother didn't show up to class today." Wen stood by her desk clenching her backpack. Her head was down and her hair a mess from having to run in gym class last period.
"Wen where'd you get your haircut? Hobo's freak salon?" Megan swiftly smacks Wen in the back of the head hard enough for her to stumble backward. Wen looked up at Megan with big wide green eyes begging for her taunting to stop.
"He's...sick." Wen stammered. Megan gave her one last smack to the head and then went to the back of the classroom to take her seat. Her short blonde hair bounced as she tottered her way to her seat with her plaid mini skirt, black high heels, and white tank top.
Wen took her seat as well, but not as fancy as Megan. Wen wore baggy blue jeans, a plain red t-shirt, and some old black vans she found in her closet a few weeks ago.
Girls didn't want to be her friend and boys didn't find her very attractive either, but she never thought having anyone other than her brother to talk to was important.
Jeremy Little. A star athlete freshman at Browns High School who everyone loves(except for Megan. Megan thinks she runs the school and ever since Jeremy came, she sees him as a threat to her reputation.) he's very attractive and his best friend is his sister, Wen.
Since Jeremy was only a year younger than Wen, she didn't feel uncomfortable talking about anything, because before Jeremy took the position of Popular dude, he was just as shy and quiet as Wen. Therefore the only person they actually liked to talk to was each other.
The bell rang and the class was seated except for Mr. Llamas and a tall, handsome guy who stood at the front of the class. He couldn't be an administrator because, he wore a backpack on one shoulder, an American Eagle long sleeve, some blue jeans, and really nice Polo Ralph Lauren shoes.
"Alright class we have a new student who came all the way from Miami, Florida. Would you like to tell us your name?" Mr. Llamas asked the tall, handsome guy.
"I'm Justin." He said to the class. He skimmed all the rows with his eyes and then asked Mr. Llamas where he should sit. Mr. llamas pointed to the back of the class where I sat. This would change in a couple of days. Cool guys like Justin don't stay too long with raggedy, geeks like me. People often get uncomfortable with my stutter too, so this should be interesting.
Justin walked like a freaking model with his back straight and perfect chiseled jaw. He took the seat next to mine and pulled out a pencil from his backpack. I'm kinda nervous sitting next to him. I can barely talk to Megan, let alone a guy like Justin. I didn't look at him, I just kept reading my book on The skeletal system until Mr. Llamas told us what to do.
"So..." Justin said. "What's your name?"
What? He couldn't have been talking to me. Oh no, he was probably talking to Megan or someone else. Not me, no one talks to me.
