sorry it took so long for this to get out but i hope you like it cause, well i dooo :) sorry if this comes up as a new chapter i edited it a bit. nothing big so you dont have to re-read it :)
I guess I'm guilty 'til proven innocent
and I'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with
and this predicament is pure coincidence
oh brother here comes another incident
"Guilty as Charged" by Gym Class Heroes
Chris Plovert walked into BOCD High and smiled that easy care-free smile he always gave. His Mom, Dina, said that at least seven girls swooned when he gave it. Chris always laughed when she said that.
Allie Rose-Singer smiled at him, trying to look sophisticated and sexy. It failed miserably. Cam Fisher winced at her sultry smile and walked up behind Chris, falling in step with him. "Dude, it almost makes me sick looking at how they look at you. For real," Cam growled. "I'm freaking jealous."
"Man, everyone is," Derrick Harrington stepped up on the right of Chris and the Dream Team of BOCDH was complete. Josh was the only one missing, and he had recently gotten his tonsils out so he couldn't even be at school for three more days.
"EW!" A freshman screeched as she stepped in front of the three golden boys. "Hi, I'm Blake Jennings!" The short, big-boobed, curly, brown haired girl (reminds ya of Jenny from the Gossip Girl books, right? But it's not. I promise) grinned and looked up at the three guys.
Cam, being the most polite out of the three, smiled, his blue and green eyes twinkling. He stuck out his hand and let the little girl shake it, her petite little hand shaking his larger one. "I'm Cam," he said like a good little Momma's boy.
Blake laughed out loud, not the conservative laugh most sophomores, juniors, and seniors used when talking to them. No freshman ever had the guts to talk the hottest juniors, well ever.
Some juniors were now watching the little girl talk to the guys from the side of the hallway. The girl was talking boldly to all three of them now, and the boys were mildly replying back. Three of the girls watching from the sidelines were Alicia Rivera, Dylan Marvil, and Kristen Gregory.
Kristen smirked, watching as the three now passed the girl and kept walking. She hoped her cute giggle would attract Chris to look at her. It didn't.
Derrick scowled as soon as they stepped past the gorgeous three girls. "Dude, why didn't you say hi to your girlfriend?"
"Was she back there?" Chris said, seemingly not caring.
"Man, shut up!" Derrick punched him in the shoulder. "You're scared of her!"
"Am not!" Chris disagreed like a little girl, shaking his head. All eyes were on him as he shook out his chocolate colored mane; Chris' phone started vibrating in his pocket. Without being inconspicuous, Chris pulled out his phone; a text from his freshman sister was waiting to be opened.
"Who's it from? Your devil girlfriend?" Cam asked, snickering.
"No, it's from my sister." Chris said, kicking Cam.
The Dream Team sat down at their usual table at the school's coffee shop, named Hawk Coffee. To their right, the wanna be a-list b–listers (blisters) were whispering furiously in their little fake Juicy boots.
Cam snapped his fingers like a king and a waitress appeared, the Blisters got her first though and she rolled her eyes and walked over to them. She was wearing plain black Vans and a black slip (To many people asked what this was so: a light sleeveless woman's undergarment worn under a dress), the thin fabric came down to her mid-thigh.
"What are you wearing?" a Blister asked, as she flipped through her last months Vogue.
"What are youwearing?" the girl scowled, her white-blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. She looked sickened as she stared at the Blister's outfit. The girl blanched under the conscious glare of this girl.
The waitress smirked and walked over to the three gorgeous boys. "Hey, my name is Claire and I'll be your waitress for this morning." Claire passed out little coasters for their drinks.
"Hi Claire," Derrick smiled.
Claire stared long and hard. "I can't take this anymore, I quit," the girl took off the long apron and hung it on a hook. "Peace!"
"Well, that was weird…" Chris whispered to no one in particular. At the time, the bell rang and the kids who worked in the morning also took off their aprons and walked out of the little café. Derrick remained sitting as every other person in the café left.
"What was up with that?" Derrick asked, still sitting.
"I don't know, but come on, we have to go to our lockers and get to class." Chris said.
"Coming," Derrick sighed and the three walked lazily to their first class, teen leadership.
The teen leadership room was set up like a college classroom, with a ladder of desks (as in each little ring had desks to sit in, then it would get higher) and a platform at the bottom for the teacher or speaker to sit and present on.
"So today we are presenting our speeches, the funnest speech we'll probably have all semester. I gave each of you a different topic to talk about." Mr. McClure started walking to his desk. "Oh, I almost forgot, Claire Lyons and Massie Block have transferred out of my third period, so they are now in this class."
Mr. McClure sat at his desk and pointed at an amber eyed, coffee-colored haired, gorgeous girl. "You or Claire." He said briefly. The girls eyes got wide and she whispered to someone who the three couldn't see, but whoever she was she was stepping up to the little platform.
Derrick gasped as he saw the waitress; her blond hair was in the same soft ringlets and her make-up was really natural, the little black slip fell a little longer on her frame without the apron bunching it. Cam could see the girls in the class all lean over to whisper about the girls.
Her soft voice was escalated by the microphone for the large room. "Mr. McKinney gave me the topic of high school, so here it goes.
"In high school, a bunch of plain old crap just happens and you are pretty much are always going to hate it. Most people call it drama but I call it a tragedy. I mean the only thing I really hate about it is I don't do half the things people have said I have done. Like that bit—brat, Kristen Gregory, no one likes her but everyone acts like they do. Take her boyfriend, Chris, for example. I promise he tries to not look at her. She is high school. She's the reason most people hate coming here. No one likes the queen bee in high school. You just have to stop listening to her." Claire smirked, Mr. McKinney wasn't happy, you could tell but, that was Claire's opinion so he couldn't count off for her conclusion.
A girl in the third row stood up, laughed then applauded; it happened like a whip.
Derrick leaned over to Chris and Cam. "Dude, I think I'm in love.