Locker Rules

Chapter one

"Hey remember when you used to date Jake for like three months last year?"

I scowled at my best friend and rolled my eyes. "Oh, great way to start the first day of year 4, Tate. Thanks for the reminder." I shot back sarcastically. "No, really, I needed that."

Tate laughed and shrugged. "It's funny, isn't it?" She asks. "And to find out during those three months, he had a long distance girlfriend."

"Yeah, it sucks." I mumbled. "Hey, homeboy! Found your locker yet?" I yelled at my other best friend who's currently in front of me and holding a piece of paper. He turned around and shakes his head.

"Be patient, Laurelle." He said my name like it was poison. "I'm trying my best here!"

"Clearly not the best if you can't even find a bloody locker." I sigh.

Alvin places a hand over his chest and opened his mouth. "Ma'am, you have offended me."

"Oh shit that new kid is hot." Tate cuts in and I looked at where she's looking.

"Tate, he looks like your ex." I deadpanned.

"Okay, Laurelle." Tate turns to me. "Just because they're both chinese, doesn't mean that they look the same."

"I didn't say that." I defend myself. "Keep being in denial, but even you can't run from the fact that they both look alike." I unwrapped my lollipop and popped it in my mouth. "Also, I didn't know we have new students."

"Oh, we have like four or five." Tate says while she continue to ogle the guy.

"That's a lot." I commented. "Why would anyone want to come to this school anyway?"

"Right?" Tate laughs. "Alvin, honey, found your locker yet?"

Alvin didn't turn around to look at us, but instead pointed at someone. "That's one of the new kids." He says and looks at us. "He's gay."

"Al, focus on finding your stupid ass locker." I sigh. "And you don't know that for sure."

"Uh-uh," He says. "My gaydar doesn't lie."

"Yo, idiot." Tate says and pulls his backpack. "You walked past you locker."

Alvin looked at Tate, back to his paper then to his locker. "Thank you god, for blessing me with someone like Tate. Now please make Laurelle useful too."

I smacked his arm and laughed. "Tate, let's find your locker next and we'll find mine."

"Yeah, hopefully I get mine next to a hot guy." She jokes.

And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide–

"Is that paramore?" I asked Alvin. "Turn it off!"

"Al, you know that our dear Laurelle has a phobia of paramore." Tate sighs. "Turn it off."

"Aw man," he pouted but turned it off anyway. "Why do you have a paramore phobia anyway? They make great songs."

Because the memories still hurt.

"Because—"

"Don't turn around because you'll hate what you see." Tate cuts me off. By instinct, of course I looked.

"Oh, is the ever so perfect Seth Evans and his Girlfriend, Ava Morrie." Alvin says, but I could sense the hatred in his voice.

Seth Evans is the— well, if you've read enough books, you'll know. Quarterback, popular, loved by everyone, all muscles, cocky, arrogant and an asshole. He let his black hair slide as his deep blue eyes looked in front. I swear, wherever he goes, he always has that cocky yet iconic smile. He was with his usually bunch of friends, goofing around and laughing. I can't help but gag at the amount of girls awing him as he walked trough the corridor.