Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin It.
KIM POV
I pulled up to my new school, Seaford high school. It was the 4th new school I've been to in a year. I hate moving school because I always have to struggle to make new friends all over again and it's hard. That's why this time I'm not going to. I'm not going to make new friends. I will keep to myself. Sit at the back of the classroom. Be the girl that nobody knows or cares to know. I don't need friends. We'll probably be moving in a matter of months anyway, even though my mom told me id be here until I graduate. Yeah, ok! (note the sarcasm). As if we'll be here for the next two years. She said the same thing at the past 2 schools.
"We're here," My mom said awkwardly, because I was still really mad at her for making us move again... Okay mad was an understatement. I was furious.
"Whatever," I responded blankly. I got out of the car and slammed the door.
Then, my mom drove away. I rolled my eyes and started walking towards the school. While I was walking, my phone vibrated so I took it out to see what it was. I had just gotten a text from my friend from my last school. it said the same thing the rest of them said. Blah, blah miss you. Blah, blah keep in touch. The texts will last 2 days maximum, just like all the other ones from my former 'friends' did. I was putting my phone away when somebody bumped into me.
"Hey watch where you're going!" The person spat. 'The person' was a guy. Around the same height as me. He was tanned, had long brown hair, long enough for a guy anyway, but not too long and he had 2 moles. One on each cheek. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a plain, light blue t-shirt and a pair of gray suprahs.
"Why don't you!" I retorted, quite loudly. We were starting to draw in a crowd.
He looked taken aback for a second but then it wore a way. I guess nobody really stands up to him.
"No one talks to me like that," he said in a hushed and angry tone.
"Clearly somebody should!" I shot back.
There was an oooh heard from the crowd around us that had gathered during our 'conversation'.
"Look you're new here-" he began, probably try to warn me how I shouldn't mess with him, but I cut him off.
"Great observation genius!" I said sarcastically. now I heard lots of noises from the crowd that fully circled us. most of them were either gasps, from the people that were still getting used to the fact that not everyone was scared of him, or sniggers and laughs, from the people that thought it was funny this guy standing in front of me was getting the treatment he deserved. A taste of his own medicine, if you will.
I could see the anger boiling up inside of him. I just smirked at him. He lunged towards me but his friend, held him back. As for me, I didn't flinch. The warning bell went off and decided that I should go to the secretary's, office to get my locker number and my timetable.
As I was walking past the guy, I said "bu-bye!" and proceeded to make my way to the secretary's office, but not before seeing a shocked and somewhat angry look on his face. I chuckled. This whole new school thing might be fun after all.