It was the first day of the new school year and the halls of Sheffield Institute were buzzing with chatter. Friends comparing schedules, bullies catching up with their targets from last year, and just chatter in general.
Like most schools, Sheffield was divided into many sections: popular people, jocks, nerds, loners, goths, retards, gays, and geeks.
One such nerd was Taranee Cook. Taranee was an exception to most of the rules of highschool. Not only was she a nerd, but she was also of the popular group. She was actually one of the closest friends of the most popular girl in school: Cornelia Hale.
To the populars and jocks, Cornelia was their queen, their goddess. All the guys wanted her and all the girls wanted to be her.
And why shouldn't that be the way it was. Cornelia was the most beautiful person many people had ever had the pleasure of looking upon. Her eyes were a beautiful crystal blue that could entrance someone if they looked to deeply. Her shining blonde hair, always flawless; cascaded it's way down her slender figure to halfway down her back. Most of the male population of the school, and all of the gay female population would like nothing better than to squeeze and lick her pert breasts and nipples all day long. The male population of the school would like few things better than to have her silky smooth legs wrapped around their waist as they thrusted into her.
However, by the rest of the social classes, she was regarded as their queen alright. The queen bitch of the universe.
Cornelia Hale was ruthless when it came to those beneath her on the social ladder. Some of her pranks were the stuff of highschool legend. Who would ever forget the humiliation of Richard Wood.
Richard Wood had once been a jock. But when Cornelia started losing her adoring fans to him and his prowees on the basketball court, his secret was blown in front of the entire populaton of the Sheffield Institute. Richard Wood was a gay.
His entire following had abandoned him, dumped him on the street as if he were a piece of trash. A choclate bar wrapper of a bar that they had found good, but of course, when it was done, it was done and the wrapper was useless.
Taranee managed to plough through the wall of students to the window where Cornelia and her other best friend, Irma Lare were sitting. " Hey guys, how was summer? " Taranee said breathlessly.
" I can't really complain. " Irma nonchalantly. " Nothing really exciting happened, but nothing horrrible happened either. " Taranee turned her gaze to Cornelia.
"I spent most of June in Spain, we went to Madrid and I got to see my first bullfight." Cornelia said. " It was kinda freaky actually. " She admitted. " I also got to see some pretty tasty looking Spanish eye candy. " Her face put on a lustfull expression and she eyed some of the guys in the hall. " You? "
" Mine was pretty much the same as Irma's. We went to visit my aunt in Lesotho, but we do that every year so it wasn't really exciting. " Taranee explained.
" Not exciting! " Irma shouted, turning a few heads. " I didn't get to do anything all summer! Both of you got to get off of the continent, I was stuck sitting at home watching re-runs. " She folded her arms across her chest and put on a pouting face.
" Oh come on Irma, " Cornelia pleaded. " so I got to see some hot spanish guys and watch some guy get rammed into a wall by a large, angry bull. I didn't get to see either of you though. " She wrapped her arms around the shoulders of Irma and Taranee and pulled them into a tight hug.
" Woah, girl! " Irma laughed. " You may be hot, but I just don't swing that way. "
Cornelia punched her in the arm hard than she would have if it had been jokingly. " Dont' compare me to those gay freaks! " She said somewhat loudly, catching the attention of a few people. But there was one that Cornelia's gaze seemed to center on.
The girl was walking buy as she had heard Cornelia's outburst. She had short, deep red hair, and was about 5'4 with chocolate brown eyes that resonated with lonliness. Her face was strikingly beautiful even in it's look of eternal lonliness and Cornelia couldn't help but think that she would be even more beautiful if she only knew how to smile. Of course, she scolded herself mentally for thinking such things.
For someone of her size, her chest was surprisingly filled out. Her waist managed to curve perfectly, exactly where it should and her legs were hard to get a good grasp of at that moment because of the baggy jeans she was wearing.
Her chocolate brown eyes finally connected with Cornelia's sapphire blue ones, it was entrancing. It seemed that neither of them were able to look away. Eventually the girl blushed and turned away, breaking the enchanting eye contact and hurried her way down the hallway; allowing Cornelia to regain her bearings.
" Who...was that? " Cornelia managed to ask after a few seconds of silence.
" I dunno. " Taranee responded plainly. " Probably just one of the new arrivals. We did get about seven hundred of them this year alone. "
" You've got to be kidding me. Seven hundred! " Irma asked incredulously. " I didn't even think we had that many students here. This isn't really a big town you know. "
" Most standard high schools don't just take students from their own city. They most often take in kids from all the surrounding cities; sometimes they get up to three hundred new arrivals for just one grade. " Taranee explained. " And, seeing as Sheffield goes all the way from elementary to high school, we get even more new arrivals than that every year; whether they come from moving into town and transferring here or they just start their first day of school ever here. "
" Oh, well now that you look at it that way , seven hundred seems kinda average. "Irma said.
Just then the bell rang signaling the start of first period. " Aaaaw shit, we're late. " Cornelia complained. " Well, I guess I'll see you two at lunch. " Cornelia headed off to her English class while Taranee and Irma headed towards their science class.
(11th Grade English class)
" Ms. Harper, you are late, now as this is the first day, your tardiness will be tolerated. " The professor, Mr. O'Brien scolded Cornelia as she walked through the door, smiling sheepishly.
"However, if you continue to show the same disregard for the rules, you will be punished. Now take your seat. "
Someone opened the door that Cornelia had closed and walked into the room. " Aaah, Ms.? "
" Vandom. " She stated simply. " Will Vandom. " It was the same girl that had drawn Cornelia's gaze before class.
" Aaah yes, Ms. Vandom. Now, since you and Ms. Hale seem to be such good friends, why don't you take those two empty seats at the window. " Mr. O'Brien indicated two desks by the window, about midway down the row.
" Fine by me. " Will said emotionlessly and took the seat closer to the back.
' Grrrrr, stupid Will. ' Cornelia growled to herself. ' Taking the seat closer to the back. What kind of name is Will for a girl anyway? Sounds more like some cross dressing weirdo to me. '
(lunch 1:30pm)
" So ladies, any news to report? " Cornelia questioned Taranee and Irma as they sat down at their usual lunch table.
" There's this really hot guy in my history class and I think he likes me. " Irma went off into temporary lala land.
Taranee brought Irma back down by clapping her hands in front of her face. " What makes you think he likes you? " She took a swig of her pop.
" Well, he kept looking at me all the time and licking his lips in this kinda creepy but really sexy way. " Irma looked as if she owned the universe.
" I don't mean to burst your bubble Irm, but I'm not so sure he likes you so much as he wants you. " Cornelia took a bite of her bagel after finishing this statement.
" Yeah well, have you ever considered the fact that maybe I'm just that shallow. That maybe I want him more than like him myself. " Irma said.
" Well Irma, that's just stupid. " Taranee commented.
" What's stupid? " Said a masculine voice from behind Irma.
Irma turned around to see a very handsome brown haired boy smiling at her and her, Cornelia and Taranee. " Oh, hi C-Caleb. " Irma found herself nervous and blushing lightly.
" Hey Irma, Taranee, Cornelia. " He smiled at Cornelia as he said her name.
" Hey Caleb. " Taranee and Cornelia said in unison.
Caleb Wilson was the most popular male being in the entirety of the Sheffield Institute. His status matched only by Cornelia. Caleb however, was not as ruthless and diabolical as his female counterpart.
" So girls, what's goin' on? " Caleb asked, sitting down across from Cornelia.
" Oh you know, same old same old. " Taranee said. " Hanging out at the window, being late for class, nothing really new.
" Cool, mind if I sit down? " Caleb asked.
" Absolutely not! Sit away. " Irma blurted strangely; gesturing to the open seat next to her.
" Uh, Irm, are you okay? You seem kinda strange. " Cornelia gave her a strange look.
" Yeah, I'm okay, nothing's wrong. I'm absolutely fine hehehehe. " Irma exclaimed quickly and loudly.
" If you say so. " Caleb said as he sat down. " So, you're telling me that not one interesting thing has happened all day? "
" Uh, Caleb? We live in Heather field, nothing interesting ever happens here. Ever. " Cornelia looked at him as if to say ' Are you a moron? '
" Plus being at school doesn't help the boredom does it? " Irma added.
" No I guess it doesn't. " Caleb sighed.
" Well, there is something. " Cornelia said. " It's not really interesting per se, but it's at least noteworthy. "
" What's up Corny? " Irma asked.
" There's this one girl who's been in every single one of my classes so far. And I told you to stop calling me that! " She glared at Irma.
" So she's in some of your classes, no reason to get your panties in a knot. " Irma laughed as Cornelia puffed up in anger.
" Will you shut up for once! " Cornelia shouted, turning a few heads.
" Cornelia, Irma's right. " Taranee said. " Just because you've got someone in a bunch of your classes is no reason to get all paranoid. "
" Yeah, I guess you're right. " Cornelia smiled. " But you could have voiced your opinion a bit differently. " She glared at Irma once more and finished off her bagel.
Just then the warning bell rang. " Well, I'd better get going. " Cornelia stood up grabbed her bag, and exited the cafeteria.
When she arrived at her final class of the day, she saw the door open and entered. There was already a good number of people there, but one caught her eye. Sitting alone at the back of the room was Will. The very same Will that had been in all her classes that day. ' This is going to be a long semester. ' Cornelia thought drearily.