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“Shit, I am so—”
“Freak!? How the fuck am I a freak? You’re the one who freaking bumped into me!” I spat out, giving him the coldest glare I could muster up. There’s no way I was going to let him talk to me like I’m some low life or something. I couldn’t even care less that I had to make friends with this douchebag. Screw the damn plan.
The babbling idiot finally decided to shut his mouth and the look on his face when he heard my words thrown at him was priceless. He looked so confused. He probably didn’t even know what to say. He looked so lost for words that I had to held in a small chuckle at his expression.
For the next minute or so, he just stood there, his eyes on me with his mouth opening and closing like an idiot. It looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know what, so he just kept repeating his mouth movements, until I decided to just walk away. I needed to find Bradlee anyways. I didn’t have time to stand around and look at that fool anymore.
I was halfway down the hall, when a voice decided to scream, “Wait!” Of course, it was Hunter.
I decided to ignore him, and kept on walking, but I could hear the loud pounding footsteps right behind me getting louder and louder. And I just knew for a fact it was him catching up to me. My thoughts were proven right when I felt a hand on my shoulder, halting my steps. He walked in front of me, his hands still on my shoulder, looking afraid I would run away any minute now.
“What’s your name?” was the first sentence out of his mouth. “I don’t remember seeing you before.”
“That’s none of your business.” I slapped his arms away, before I started making my way away from him.
“Oh come on!” I still heard his loud voice. “Don’t be like that. I just want to know your name!”
I whipped around, eyeing him. “Why do you even want to know my name?”
“Because, it isn’t every day I meet someone I like.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “And just how many girls do you use that line on?”
“Huh?” He blinked. “That wasn’t a line. I was being serious. It’s not every day a girl like you shows up in front of me.”
“Oh?” I crossed my arms. “Just what kind of girl am I?”
“The kind who’s not afraid to speak her mind. You remind me of a small kitten not afraid to lash out at anything, even when their opponent is ten times as bigger as they are.”
“Kitten!? The hell are you calling a kitten?” I yelled, not caring if we’re in a public hallway or not. This guy did not just call me a kitten.
“Okay fine. What about Kitty?” he suggested seriously. Was this kid mentally insane or something? Did he not see my face when that word left his mouth? Or how much I wanted to kill him right now?
“That’s the same freaking thing!”
“Well it’s not my fault a certain someone won’t even give me her name.” He smirked, ignoring my pure hatred of the word completely. “So I’m forced to call you Kitty.”
“There’s no way you’re calling me that ridiculous name.”
“Why not Kitty? I think it’s cute.” He grinned, winking. I mentally gagged. He did not just wink at me. Did he really think he was that hot or something? “Just like you.”
“Stop that!”
He smiled innocently. “Stop what?”
“Flirting!”
“I’m not flirting,” he denied, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just speaking the truth Kitty.”
“Oh my gosh!” My voice rose an octave, as I tried to control myself from strangling him in the next second or so. “Stop calling me that! My name is Avery, okay!”
He immediately smiled down at me, his dark brown eyes sparkling with laugher. “Now was that so bad?”
My eyes narrowed down at him when I finally understood his game. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Yup.” His smile widened, probably enjoying every single second of this conversation. “But now that I think about it, I still like Kitty better.”
“Don’t you dare call me—”
“Well, would you look at the time.” He glanced at his imaginary watch on his wrist. “I got to go before I’m late for class, so I’ll see you later Kitty!”
“Don’t call me that!” I shouted loudly at him, even though he probably couldn’t hear me anymore. Clutching my hands into tight fists, kicking the ground. I took a deep breath, before I started counting to ten. Calm down Lily. Don’t let that idiot get to you. That’s what he wants.
After getting my anger under control, I ignored the looks I was getting from the lingering students still in the halls, and took out my schedule from my bag. Scanning my eyes over it, it said I had College English with Wilson second period, and I had no idea where room 678 was.
I suddenly remembered that Megan was suppose to take me to my next class but that was before Hunter showed up and ruined everything. She’s probably already in her next class by now.
In the end I decided to just ask the first person I saw where room 678 was located at. She wasn’t the most friendliest person I’d ever met but she did give me instructions to the classroom so I guess that’s better than nothing, right?
I hurried as fast as I could, not wanting to be even more late than I already was, and rushed towards my English class. This time I wasn’t so lucky and had to introduce myself to the class. The teacher forgave me for being late but that was only because I was new, and got lost. I guess her little punishment was making me talk about myself.
After our little Q&A section was over, I sat in the back, and picked up the copy of “Into Thin Air” the teacher had just given me and started following along. The class just started the book so I didn’t miss much. They only read just the first four chapters, which I could catch up on in a day.
I was just about to turn the page, like everyone else, when I felt the vibrations from my phone in my pocket. Peaking up from my bangs, I made sure the teacher wasn’t paying attention before pulling my phone out and checking my newly received text message.
Hey, where were you? I waited for you but Mr. Meyer said you already left.
After reading that message from Megan, I started texting my reply to her.
Sorry! I was going after Bradlee before Hunter bumped into me. I got mad and walked away.
You met them already!? What the heck happened? She sent ten seconds later.
Hunter is such a jerk! He called me a freak after he bumped into me. And then he had the nerve to call me Kitty! Like what the hell?
Oh my gosh! Kitty? Seriously. That’s too funny!
If Megan was here right now I would’ve slapped her.
It isn’t funny! You were right! He’s a dumb jerk. And he didn’t even apologize for what he said!
I’m pretty sure he did apologize.
I was about to reply back when my name was called. When I looked up, the teacher’s eyes were on me, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, the girl who was next to me, whispered, “It’s your turn to read.”
“Oh. Um right . . .” I started saying, before glancing down at the book.
“Last paragraph on page 65,” the girl muttered quietly under her breath, as she pointed to the spot in her book just in case I didn’t heard her.
I sighed gratefully, as I began reading out loud. Whoever this girl was, she saved my butt, I thought, as I read on.
After reading two pages, the teacher called someone else to continue on where I left of. That went on for half an hour, before the bell rang, signaling the end of second period. Before the girl had a chance to leave, I gave her my thanks for what she did back there.
“Oh no problem!” she cheered happily. “You’re Megan’s cousin, right?”
“Yup!” I said, “I’m Avery.”
“Annemarie,” she introduced herself. “Megan and I are in band together.”
“Oh! So, you get to see her at her best,” I joked, causing her to laugh.
“That depends.” She smiled. “Sometimes she can be a bit overprotective of her instruments,” she admitted, as I agreed with her.
“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “Someone who finally understands what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”
“Don’t worry.” She chuckled, moving her hands up to tuck her black hair behind her ear. “We all understand,” she said, probably referring to anyone who’s in band with Megan. “I remember one time I knocked her flute on the floor by accident I mind you, and she totally flipped! She kept crying, “Oh my God, what have you done!? My baby, my poor baby!”.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that. Her impression of Megan’s voice was dead on. She even looked like Megan for a second there, but you know minus the black hair, brown eyes, and darker skin tone.
“Just because of that, I have a feeling, you and I will be very good friends from now on,” I told her honestly once my laughter died down from her little performance.
“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” She smiled widely, linking our arms together. “Come, let Annemarie.” She pointed to herself, talking in third person, “show you to your next class!”
“Alright!” I said cheerfully, “Avery shall follow then!”
Right after I said that, she started pulling me down the hall, but once she realized she had no idea where my next class was, she blushed in embarrassment, asking me what class I had next. After looking over my class schedule, she took me to History, before she told me she’ll see me during lunch. I waved goodbye to Annemarie before going to class.
***
History pretty much dragged by slowly after that, and by the end of Trigonometry, I was ready to leave and go home for the day. I needed a long ass nap after this.
Once I heard the sweet bell, I practically sprinted out of the classroom, as I waited for Megan to lead me to straight to the cafeteria, so I could get some food in me. It only took a minute before I saw blonde hair and those blue eyes that could put a sparkling diamond to shame.
“So any news from the boys yet?” she probed, curiously as we walked down the stairs together. She was pretty much texting me throughout the day asking if I encountered any of the boys again. Sadly, I haven’t even seen Bradlee since this morning, and I was pretty much trying to avoid Hunter. Ian, on the other end, was a no show. Maybe he was absent from school today?
“Nope,” I popped the ‘p’. “Not since the last time you asked.”
“Aw.” She pouted. “So I’m guessing you haven’t met Ian yet?”
“No.” I shook my head, my dark locks falling a bit in my eyes from my head movement. “I’m not even sure if he’s here today.”
“Oh, he’s here, alright.”
My eyebrows arched down, looking at her questionably. “How do you know that?”
“I heard him in the hallway,” she stated, like it was obvious.
“You heard him?”
“Yeah.” She lowered her head, grinning. “Remember he’s really out there. You can't miss him.”
“Then how come I’d never saw him yet?” This school couldn’t be that big, right?
“I guess you guys just haven’t crossed paths yet,” Megan guessed, “But no worries, you’ll see Ian soon.”
“Soon?”
“Duh,” she said, making a weird face, sticking her tongue out. “It’s lunch, and Ian is always causing a big scene during this period.”
“Seriously?”
She nodded, pulling open the doors to the cafeteria, me right behind her. “Everyday.”
Soon the chaos of teenagers during free period hit me like a brick, stopping me from opening my mouth to speak. It was crazy. Well not like wild animal crazy, but more like crazy party kind of crazy if you know what I mean. There wasn't really any cliques, but I could tell who the ‘popular’ kids were. Their table was right in the dead center of the cafeteria, and just by their aura alone I could tell people looked up to them. The surrounding tables practically ogled them.
I was looking for the typical girl 'in control' but when I didn’t really see her, I turned to Megan who was already heading to the lunch line to get her food.
I ran after her, tapping her shoulder. She was in mid reach for a fruit when she faced me.
“So who’s the queen bee here?”
“Queen bee?” she asked, looking beliwered, moving down the line.
“You know,” I responded, grabbing a tray. “The top girl. Leader of the bitches?”
Megan soon started laughing loudly, drawing the attention of students around us. She of course just ignored them, and carried on laughing, making me stand there like an idiot. When she finally calmed down, she whipped her eyes. “Avery, you have been watching way too much TV.”
“Well excuse me if I’d never been to actual school before.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, okay,” she hurried to say. “And to answer your question, we don’t have one. Well not exactly, I guess. The “Queen Bee” is whoever Hunter is eyeing. And I have a feeling his new target is you.”
I frowned at that. I did not want to be his new eye candy. “What do you mean?”
“Look there.”
I faced the direction she was pointing towards, and there was Hunter sitting in the center table with his friends, staring dead at me. When my eyes caught his, he smiled widely and waved his hands enthusiastically in the air.
“Kitty!”
My eyes automatically narrowed down at him, and just before I could even scream something at him, a new voice cut me off.
“Who missed me!?” a high pitched voice shouted, followed by a bang of a door. “Fear not! Ian Lynch is finally here!”