EPOV
The school is officially a madhouse.
All the girls are in bathrooms, spreading ridiculous rumors about her.
All the guys are in huddles, betting on whose going to bang her first.
She hasn't even set foot on campus. The first bell hasn't even ran yet.
Poor girl doesn't know what she has coming.
"I heard she got sent here because she was doing hard drugs back home."
I can hear the girls sitting at the table next to me, talking much louder & octaves higher than they should be. Nobody is born with a voice that high pitched.
"I heard it was Ecstasy."
"It's probably heroine or something."
"I heard she just slept around a lot."
I bet none of this is true.
"Well you know those LA girls."
Yes, I'm sure you know all about those LA girls. Because you were born in Forks, Washington & probably haven't been to Los Angeles once in your life.
These girls are exasperating.
I stand up, deciding I'd much rather wait for the first bell in my car.
That's when I hear it. We all do.
The low bass-ey beats of a rap song. And then explicit lyrics that make all the good conservative girls of Fork High cringe.
My n-gga I'm faded, faded, faded
My n-gga I'm faded, faded, faded
And I don't give a fuck
That's obviously the new girl, and she really isn't helping her case.
It's not like she was blowing out the parking lot with her music, but it was loud enough to hear when the car passed.
I can practically see the gossip wheels turning in the heads of all the girls around me.
"Oh my God." One of them exclaims.
I laugh to myself, because I actually like this song. I bet tons of kids here do, they'd just never admit it.
She pulls up in the spot a car down from mine and the music shuts off.
The whole school inhales in anticipation, waiting for this mysterious girl to grace our school with her presence.
Her car door of her run down Prius squeaks open, and whoever wasn't watching before is watching now.
One leg out, and then another. You can see that her feet are clad in biker boots. You can hear the metal buckles jingling in the silence. She pokes her head out of the car, but her face is covered by a thick layer of curly brown hair. And then she stands, head down so her face remains covered as she looks at something.
She's short, petite. And she's definitely not going to blend into the crow today in what she's wearing.
I can hear the girls near me whispering about her pants that apparently look slutty.
I almost scoff. I've seen some slutty clothes, and what the new girl is wearing is definitely not slutty.
Edgy, yes - nobody around here would wear anything like what she's wearing - but not slutty in any way.
Her black pants are tight, she has on an American flag sweater & a big grey scarf, & her shoes are covered in gold studs.
I look around at all the girls sporting Hollister, wearing pink, looking preppy, & I roll my eyes.
This school needs somebody different.
Being too warped up in my thoughts, I miss her face as she passes me on her way into the building. I watch her walk away, back straight & confident - like she couldn't give two shits about all the people staring at her.
When she walks inside & away from everyone's preying eyes, the girls near me all exclaim & begin to talk about her.
They can talk all they want. I have a feeling this new chick won't give anything they say the time of day.
And that thought is incredibly refreshing.
New fic. Gonna be honest - I don't really know where I'm going with this. Just felt like writing!
I have a couple chapters so far, but this is going to be pretty open ended for the time being.
Stick with me & review if you want to ride this out with me. :3