A/N: OKAY, I KNOW THIS MAY NOT BE THE BEST, BUT GIVE IT A CHANCE! I HAVE LOTS PLANNED FOR THIS SO PLEASEREAD!
Today is my first day to attend the high school here in Blue River; Blue River i was going to live with Granny Bell, I might as well attend school here. Also...GrannyBell lives close to the school. And by close, I mean close. So, here I am, walking to the school...in the pouring rain...with no umbrella. Only a black hoodie with Ciel's contract symbol on the back and in the front on the kangaroo pocket, black Chucks, and black jeans.
As I walk the rest of the two blocks to BRH, I remember all the horror movies, popcorn fights, arguing over who gets to eat the last cookie. All of it seems more like a dream than a week of amazing fun. Sighing with nostalgia and wariness, i continue on towards the school.
Walking throught the gates- and almost slipping into a puddle -I look around the campus and realise how small it is. There are five main classroom building, one gym, and one library. Even though the library and gym were quite big, the cafeteria was...tiny. Barely thirty-five tables were inside there, on the outside were the rest. Wow, talk about having croud control.
I continued on to the biggest building- the 100 building. It has three floors, an elevator, and a set of stairs -hoping that the office was in there. I stopped to ask a girl walking down the hall. She pointed down the hall and said, "Last door on the right. Miss Carter is sitting in front, and she is in a bad mood, so be careful New Girl."
"How do you know that I'm new?" I asked, but knew the answer as soon as I asked the question.
"You don't look like you're from around here."
"I don't?" How can I not...I don't even want to know the answer, judging by the slutty shorts she wears and the ammount of caked on make-up on her tanned face.
"No, you seem like you actually like the rain. Oh, and you're dressed like an emo girl," she said smirking as she said the last sentence.
I smiled at her and said, "At least I'm not dressed like Slut-Girl Barbie. Seriously, what's with all that make-up? Are you in a class were they teach you how to be a clown? They have that here? Well, I bet you're passing!"
I said with calm confidence and false inthusiasm, but I'm shaking with a laugh that wants to escape. So, after smirking and walking away from the seething blondie and making sure I'm out of sight, I laugh for three full minutes.
After my little "Laugh Attack", as Granny Bell would say, I continue down the hall and turned right and see whom I suspect must be Miss Carter. I stand in front of Miss Carter's desk until she finally notices me there.
"Can I help you, young lady?" she asks me, looking a bit more on the flustered and confused side than I think a professional should look.
Even if she was thirty something and wearing a very tight pink suit and looking like Fiona from 'A Cinderella Story', it isn't an excuse for her looking...lust-struck, to put it gently.
"Um, yeah...I'm the new girl here. Samantha Bell," I add when she still looks at me confusedly.
"Oh my, yes! Yes of course!" she says as she gets the light of recognition in her eyes. "I'm Emily Carter. Miss Carter, excuse me. Mrs. Lowe, our principal, is with another new student at the moment."
She started of getting better with her talking, but at the mention of this other new student, her gaze gets that blury look again. Shaking her head after a minuter she says, "Well, you can have a seat right there," and points to one of the three chairs by her desk and work-place
"That won't be neccessary, Miss Carter. I'm finished with my meeting with Mrs. Lowe," Is what we heard just as Miss Carter (and me, as well) was gong to sit.
My eyes flickered to the door as I stood up staight. I see a guy that has to be the most extrordinarily good-looking guy I have seen in my whole life. Well, 'good-looking' is a huge understatement.
There before me stood a six foot three, dark-haired (and eyed) guy with, just from his tight-fitting gray T-shirt and black jeans that hang low on his hips, an abdomen and torso that looked like it had been photoshopped to look perfect. His pitch-black hair is short. Not too long, but not extremely short like most guys I know. Yu-u-u-mmy! Is all my stupid hormone-driven brain can think for a split moment.
It turns out a moment is all I was looking at him. Not even nearly one minute. I forced myself to look away. As if all I could give him, this personification of perfection, is a passing glance. Stupid, but smart at the same time.
"Ah, Mr. Trustance, you are out right in time!" Miss Carter said. She was practically drooling before she realised this and gained her posure again.
Looking between us she gasped and said," Oh, how rude of me! Logan this is the new girl you heard of. Samantha Bell. Samantha, this is Logan Trustance." She gestured to both of us as she introduced us to each other.
"Call me Sam. Or Sambie, if you want," I said as i held out my hand to him. He took my hand and shook it.
"Just call me Fang, everybody does," he said.
As he shook my hand, I felt something like and electric pulse flow through my arm and into my whole body. I couldn't help but wonder if he felt it too.
"Sure..." I said a bit dazed as he let go of my hand.
I felt my eyebrows fold in confusion soon after I felt that weird jolt, and the dent was still there. Fang also had a look of both confusion and frustration on his face. As if something was bothering him.
"Samantha, come in please. We must descuss a few things before you can go to your first lesson. And Logan can you wait for a moment, also?"
I looked passed Fang to see a woman in either her late twenties or her early thirties. She wore a dark-blue pantsuit, black highheels and had long, wavy black hair she wore up to her mid-back. She smiled at me and gestured for me to go into her office.
Smiling at Fang, I pass him and enter Mrs. Lowe's office. I turn around to see Mrs. Lowe closing the door. Before It fully closes, though, I see Fang looking at the floor, concern clear on his face, as he sits in the chair furthest from Miss Carter.
As the door closed, Mrs. Lowe turns toward me with a smile. I smile back, because it was he polite thing to do. Walking over to her desk, Mrs. Lowe gestures for me to sit down. So I do. The chair is one of those hard cherrywood ones. I can only imagine the back (and butt) pain this chair has unleashed.
"So, Miss Bell, I assume you grandmother has told you of our rules, procedures, expectations, and dress codes."
She was still smiling, but her words held just the right amount of hardness and authority for me to take her seriously. She had a look that said 'If you are going to give trouble, so will I'.
"Yes ma'am. She did tell me. But, Mrs. Lowe, if I may ask..." I trailed off thinking as o how I should put it. Is Logan Trustance new? If he is, then why does it seem as if they know him so well...?
"Yes, Samantha? What's wrong?" She had a small look of worry on her face.
"Is Logan Trustance new? If he is, then why does it seem as if you know him very well? I'm just a little confused on that matter."
She chuckles and says,"His family and mine are close friends. I've known Logan, or Fang, as he likes, for quite a while now."
"Oh...but he's new...?" I still don't get why he's new!
"Yes, he and his family moved back this year. But, unfortunetly, there was an incedent and Logan had to miss the first half of this year, but his brother and sisters are hear and have been since the start of this year."
Her face was unreadable at first, but she started to look more and more disturbed as she kept explaining. She smiled as she snapped out of her thoughts. "Here," she said, handing me a piece of paper no longer than my hand. "This is your schedual. It seems you and Logan have all the same classes, so I asked him to stay so he can walk you to your fist class."
"Thank you," I say as I look over my schedual:
1-English : 8:00 - 8:55 Rm.124
2-Advanced : 9:00 - 9:55 Rm. 273
3-Multi-Media and : 10:00 - 10:55 Rm.551
4-Study : 11:00 - 12:00 Rm.441
5-Lunch: 12:00 - 12:55
: 1:00 - 1:55 Rm.666
7-Pre-Calculus-Ms Gonzolez: 2:05 - 3:00 Rm.100
"How does it look Miss Bell?" She asked me.
Looking up at her, I say, "Looks good, Mrs. Lowe." It is almost exactly like my old shedual... except better! Better because of Logan a.k.a Fangalicious!
Damn my girly, hormone-driven brain! Seriously, 'Fangalicious'? What the fudging hell is wrong with me? Nope, I won't fall for him. Now, or ever. A guy like him must be so conceited and so used to girls throwing themselves at him. Even if I did want to be with him (I don't, just for the record...), I wouldn't have a chance.
"You may go now Miss Bell," Mrs. Lowe said.
Sighing I said,"Please, call me Samantha...or Sam."
"Alright Sam. That is all," she said smiling, grinning like the Cheshire, I should say, at me. Returning the smile over my shoulder. I walk out of the door and close it behind me.
Fang looks up at me from where he's sitting and says,"It's already seven-fifty. Lets go to class, Sam."
Hearing him call me by my name sent a good shiver though me. I didn't show it though, I only smiled and nodded.
We walked down the corridor I laughed at the Blonde Bimbo in earlier. Just thinking about that made me smile in fondness at the memory. But, because I was smiling for no apparent reason, he looked at me with a weirded-out look, but he also had on a smile.
"What?" I asked him, starting to feel a little nervous because he was still looking at me.
I stopped walking and turned to look at him. "What?" I ask again, though moe forcefully this time. He didn't answere me, thought, he just put black earbuds in his ears. Then, looking me straight in the eyes, he said,"I'm sexy and I know it," and walked away in the opposite direction.
I knew it! He is a conceited ass!
"ASSHOLE!" I yell at him. He didn't look back, he only threw a wave over his shoulder to me and rounded the corner.
Oh joy, this was going to be a very very long day. If the morning brought this much distaute to me, what elses was going to happen to me? Sighing, I walked to the first class of the day.
A/N: Well?
That is it for now folks! update will come soon! Oh, and Samantha Bell on the side!