After the ho-ho-ho's and mistletoe were over it was time for second semester. Of junior year. At a new school. What kind of parents do that? Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Dare do.
My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare and after only five minutes at Goode High, I wanted to go back to my old school, old friends, and old life. Yet, here I was stuck in a foreign hall, packed to the brim, with no idea where I was going.
A group of boys under five foot cat-whistled as I walked by earning a few giggles from the makeup caked girls in the corner. Fuming, I tried to high-tail out of the situation but with my luck I tripped over a rogue binder and my books flew out of my hands in attempt to stop from completely wiping out.
With a dramatic sigh, I reached down to retrieve the instruments of my metaphorical death when I realized someone had already picked them up. If my life were a romantic comedy I would be meeting my future lover. Instead, I came face to face with electric blue eyes and intense eyeliner game.
"You're new." She pointed out.
I now had a full view of a girl with punk rock spikes and the wardrobe to match. I backed up slightly and almost ran into a trash can.
Then I was met with another voice belonging to an older boy with sandy blonde hair and piercing eyes, "Gods Thals intimidating the newbies already?"
I looked between the two of them with a look I'm sure resembled a deer in headlights, "Uh um hi, I'm Rachel?" My stuttering indicated that my normal confident bravado decided it was going to sleep in late today.
As if the world decided it wanted to give more attention to my embarrassing tumble another girl showed up, this time with blonde curls and grey eyes, "I've been looking all over for you guys." Then she noticed me, "Oh hello my name's Annabeth, I'm a junior. This is Luke and Thalia, seniors."
Hey at least one of them has the decency to give an introduction before intimidation, "I'm Rachel, a junior, and as Thalia so eloquently stated earlier, I'm obviously new."
This caused a snort of laughter from Luke which earned him a punch from Thalia.
I looked around just as a rush of people surged through the hallway, "Well there loud and obnoxious." I flatly said.
"That's the jocks and their princess sidekicks," Annabeth informed and gestured to an extremely good looking boy with a mess of dark hair and green orbs, "The leader of the pack would be Percy Jackson, a royal pain in the butt."
She had tried to sound thoroughly disgusted but something told me she felt a little differently toward the hot as the Sahara boy across the way from us.
Thalia and Luke exchanged knowing smirks with each other and Annabeth shot them a glare, "Jackson is more like Jackass if you catch our drift." She continued still sending her icy stare to the older two.
The bell cut through the air and the masses scuffled considerably faster towards the torture rooms more commonly referred to as classrooms. I took out my schedule and stared at the homeroom number, 403.
"Well got to get up to Smith's room, I swear if I'm late again she's going to eat me." Thalia chuckled as she split off and disappeared into the crowd.
Annabeth looked at my schedule and pointed out where my homeroom was before she hurried off as well.
"Welcome to hell, kid." Luke laughed and then he was gone too.
I rolled my eyes and headed to class. I mean it can't be that bad?
Right?