Impractically Practical

Chapter 2

Sasha's P.O.V

I wake up to my sounding alarm. I loudly groan. As I hit the end button. The song on my alarm triggers me so much, I don't why i keep setting it to wake me up. Maybe that's exactly why I keep using this alarm tone, I need to wake up and not fall back asleep.

I hop out of bed, straight to the bathroom to do my business, shower, brush, and wash my face.

I'm still wrapped in my towel, as I look inside my wardrobe for something to wear.

I decide on a light pink adidas crop top shirt, with pale blue denim shorts, and my adidas superstars sneakers.

I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. I think my outfit looks nice. I stare at my body in the long mirror, admiring my tanned, long legs, and slim stomach. I went to the gym a lot back in Ohio. I put on some mascara and lipgloss. I spray some perfume for the finishing touches and I'm ready.

I slowly head downstairs, my mom is still asleep in her room, so I carefully try not to wake her.

I fix myself some eggs and toast and sit down in the living room, watching spongebob whilst I eat.

After I finish eating, I grab my phone, AirPods and backpack, and head out the door. The school is a 30 minute walk away from my house, so I decide to just travel there by foot. The sun is out, and the wind is blowing a cool breeze. I put my earphones in my ears as I listen to music on the way there.

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I arrive at the school. It's really beautiful. It's a tall building with giant, shiny glass windows all over the it, and huge grand doors. I walk up the steps, past all the kids maneuvering around me. As soon as I enter the cool building, I look for the registration office. I have no clue as to where it is, well I guess I'm off to a good start.

I bump into a brunette, with short hair and glasses.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologize quickly. She smiles at me.

"It's fine." She replies, about to walk away. I have no idea where the office is so I might as well ask this girl, who seems really kind.

"Wait, do you by any chance know where the office is?" I ask, as she laughs. She nods and leads me there.

As we arrive at the office I thank her repeatedly. "You're really pretty! What's your name? Are you new?" She asks intriguingly, with a small smile.

"Thank you. It's Sasha, and yeah I just moved to California, so I don't really know my around." I blush at her compliment, as she nods.

"Oh I see, well, you'll totally love it here." She assures me. I hope she's right. I was up all night, hardly getting any sleep just thinking about this place.

"I'm Lydia, by the way. I've got to get to class but, see you around!" She hurriedly says, before disappearing into the crowd of people in the halls.

I open the office doors and ask the lady for my schedule. The lady prints it out for me, and I start to head to my first class. Nobody is in the halls, I'm already late to my first class, and I forgot to get a tardy excuse. Just great.

As I make my way to my first class, which is unfortunately math, I hesitantly open the door.

As soon as I walk in, everyone stares at me. I even hear a guy wolf whistle. The teacher looks at me expectantly. I have no excuse to give him. I can tell that I already hate this teacher. He has balding in the middle of his forehead, circular glasses, and a deep scowl on his face.

"And what's your name?" He asks, tapping his foot on the ground. I hesitantly answer, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Sasha." I say with a straight face, trying not to piss him off any further. He continued to question me.

"And would you care to explain why you're late, on the first day of school?" He stares back at me, a scowl still edged onto his features. I take note of his browning teeth, and expired coffee breath, and slightly cringe.

"I-I'm new, and I was having trouble finding the office to get my schedule." I reply a bit shakily, hoping he will stop questioning me, so I can just sit down in my seat.

"This is your first tardy warning Miss Plaire, now please have a seat, and don't interrupt my class any further." He sneers.

I nod, and scoff under my breath. Interrupting his class? If anything he was interrupting his own class, seeing as he had to make me awkwardly stand there and be questioned by him.

I spot an empty seat in the back, as I walk through the rows, a boy with dark brown hair sitting near the empty seat, squeezes my ass and smirks. I ignore it and sit in my seat.

I look to my right to see my assaulter, and dare I say it, he is hot. He has dark brown messy hair, with the most green, evergreen forest eyes. He's wearing black ripped skinny jeans, and a black thrasher shirt, with black checkerboard vans. I can see his arm muscles, he probably works really hard to get those, at the gym. He has on a wristwatch and the sexiest smirk I've ever seen.

I turn my head quickly, hoping I'm not caught staring. The teacher, who I've learned his name is Mr. Holmes, starts to speak.

"Welcome to another year at ReinHart high, class. Today I've decided to start grouping you with the people you'll be working with for the entire year, you'll have a project. It's a great opportunity for you to bond." He delightfully says, as if he enjoys our sorrow.

The entire class groans. "Quiet!" He shushes. He begins talking again, "I already have my list of partners, so nobody will be choosing their own partner. It will be girl and boy." The whole class groans again, some curse under their breath.

"I'll wait." He scowls, and crosses his arms, staring at the whole class and waiting for them to be quiet.

When the class silences, he starts to read out the names. He points to the students as he reads off their names.

"Alyssa and Xavier." He starts, pointing to a beautiful brown-skinned girl with a nose piercing and a high puff, and a white boy with blonde shaggy hair, and glasses. The girl rolls her eyes and the boy just shrugs.

He continues listing names until he lists me.

"And finally, Sasha and Tristan." He points to the brown-haired boy beside me. A lot of the girls sigh in jealousy, and call me lucky.

Tristan turns his head and smirks at me, "We're gonna have so much fun together." He snickers. I roll my eyes in response. He gave off a player vibe as soon as he touched me inappropriately, and I am not a girl who goes for players, no matter how hot they are.

Mr. Holmes silences the class again, and explains that the project would have to do with building a temple, with given measurements, out of recyclable objects, and calculating the mass of the project after each change added to it. This already sounds terrible, even worse I'm working with a complete stranger, a complete sexy stranger, I should say.

Tristan nudges me in the side whilst Mr. Holmes is still talking, "Wanna start working on the project after school?" He asks innocently, before making a circle with his right hand, and sticking out his index finger on the other hand, he puts his index finger through the hole he's making with his right hand, indicating sex. He smirks.

"Gross." I scoff, and hit him in the shoulder, payback for grabbing my ass earlier. He's barely affected by the hit, as he laughs at my reaction. Oh lord, I'm gonna have to work with this asshole for the whole year?! Again, just...great.

The bell rings, signaling the end of first period. I quickly grab my stuff and walk out the door, before Tristan can say anything else.