hai guys, this is my first fanfic c: I actually wrote 11 chapters, but I'm not going to upload them all at once because I like to torture you guys. teehee. enjoy~
Sunlight glistened through my window panes, hitting my face with bright, vibrant rays. I struggled to open my eyes and squinted towards my digital clock that read; 8:10 am. Crap! Twenty minutes till' school! I immediately jumped out from my messy bedsheets and brushed my teeth while brushing my tangled black hair. Multitasking is one of my specialties. I ran across the room to retrieve the first two articles of clothing I saw. Flinging them on, I risked a second to glance into the mirror; it was a waste, of course. I looked like a guy (as usual); ultra-short hair with long bangs that covered my eyes, large hazel 'pretty-boy' eyes, a gray pull-over hoodie with the words 'WHAT NOW?' scrawled onto it, and knee-length, ripped jeans that I cut off myself. Sighing, I sprinted downstairs and found a single piece of garlic bread made in my honor. "Thanks mom," I yelled sarcastically, before stuffing it in my mouth, grabbing my worn-out backpack and running across the street into Spirit High. It was my first day, sure, but I moved a lot, so I was used to the "hey new girl" stuff.
I opened the front door and glanced around, this school looks like my old one. Great. I walked down the hall and expected to see an office around the corner. There wasn't. I shrugged and walked up to a friendly-looking girl, "hi, um, I'm new. Do you mind telling me where the office is?" I asked nonchalantly. The girl looked at me blankly and pointed her index finger behind me. Oh. Then her blank stare turned into a half-smile and she replied, "yeah um, it's pretty hard to spot, isn't it? I'm Rosalya by the way. And you are-?"
"Charlotte." I said, not smiling back. I had no intention of becoming friends with this girl. Just then, the bell rang and we both ran our separate ways.
I reached the office and glanced around for the secretary. I must've looked confused, because an elderly lady came up to me and said, "excuse me, Miss-?"
"Swensen." I said noncommittally.
"Yes, Miss Swensen, may I ask who you're looking for?"
"The secretary."
"That's me, dear."
"Oh."
"Would you like help on anything? Class is starting."
"I'm new, so..."
"Of course, let me check your classes."
I gazed around the room as she shuffled her papers, trying to find the name 'Swensen'.
"What is your first name, dear?"
"Charlotte." I really hated how she called me 'dear'.
"Lovely. Here are your courses-" she handed me a lined piece of paper,
"would you like someone to show you around?"
"Um," I prodded over the question, "sure."
I waited impatiently as the secretary announced something over the PA (I wasn't really listening), and moments later a blond guy showed up. He smiled, and that was when I noticed how handsome he looked; long-ish hair with bangs that covered one of his eyes, dazzling green eyes, perfectly pursed lips that looked especially flattering when he smiled. "Hey there. I'm Drew, student body president."
"H-hi." I stuttered. It was the first time in my life that I didn't feel like replying a sarcastic remark.
"Don't be so nervous. Do I look that scary to you?" He winked, and I almost fainted on the spot.
"N-no."
"Enough chit-chat students," the secretary said sternly, "off with your tour."
I had a great urge to glare at her; I wanted to 'chit-chat' forever. But as soon as she closed the office door, Drew's smiled faded. He rolled his eyes,
"okay, I know you have a crush on me now, and that's expected, seeing how handsome I look, but I'm outta' your league, girl."
"... What?" I stared at him, stunned. Was he acting just now, in front of the secretary?
"You know why?" He continued, completely ignoring me, "because I'm not interested in tomboys like you. My style is blond girls with long legs and big busts. Guess you don't have any of that."
"Excuse me?" I yelled, and all the good thoughts I had about him just now, all disappeared; he was a perverted jerk. "Who said I was interested in you? You think I'd like a crappy jerk like you? Think again, bro. Tell me the answers when your IQ passes 69."
He stared at me, his eyes widened. I guess no girl has ever insulted him before, "Why would my IQ be 69?" he yelled, "I'm in grade 8, slut."
I noticed that he sucked at insults, "you don't say. And how can you call me a slut, when you just called me a tomboy? It makes no logical sense, idiot." And with that, I turned around and walked off.
As I was walking, I kind of regretted dissing him, because now I have no one to show me to class, oh well. Then I heard someone clapping, it was a spiky-haired guy, who I could tell was a bad boy. "Congrats on pissing off the 'prince' of Spirit High," he gave me a lopsided smile, "it was a good show."
"If it was that entertaining, why didn't you join the show itself?" I asked sarcastically.
"I piss him off daily, so it's nice to see someone else insult him for a change."
"You don't say. Wait, aren't you supposed to be in class?"
He raised his eyebrows at me and I rolled my eyes, "I'm new, kay?"
"Kay. But I think you're pretty cool, so wanna ditch class with me?"
He didn't look like a rapist, so I replied, "aren't we doing it already?"
Spiky-haired guy gave me another lopsided smile, "cmon, I'll show you someplace cool."
He led me up to the roof of the school, which was apparently off-limits. From what I know, he stole a key from the teachers' lounge.
"Woah..." I breathed in the freshness of the air, "it's awesome up here."
"I know right," he replied, "I come up here a lot."
"With who?"
"Myself."
"So I'm your first guest?"
"You could say that."
so... how do you like it so far? you'll find out who 'spiky-haired guy' is in chapter 3 ^^ and yes, Drew will become nicer(ish) later. reviews are appreciated~
