I took a deep breath.
"Okay," I whisperd. "Lets do this thing." And with that I walked across the park to my new middle school. This was my eighth grade year, and my last year before high school. The thing that I noticed immediately was the popular group. They were in their snobby cloud of perfume. They instantly looked me over. I could tell by their "smiles" that I had passed their inspection. I just rolled my eyes. I had moved enough to know to not get involved in their little group. While they stared and whisperd, I just kept walking to my locker. Since my last name was Johnson, I was on the corner and only had one locker neighbor. My locker neighbor was already there. The first thing I noticed about her was that she had beautiful, wavy strawberry-blonde hair. It was a girl. Thank god. My last locker neighbor was a disgusting slob, and was also a boy who wore way to much cologne. I tried the combination to my locker. No luck. I tried again. It still wasn't working. I glanced over at my locker neighbor. She got hers open on the first try. She glanced over.
"Need help?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. She had green eyes.
"The trick is," she explained, "to spin it three times instead of two."
"Thanks." I said. "I'm Lacey, whats your name?"
"I'm Chloe." She said. "Nice to meet you," I smiled and she smiled back.
"So, do you happen to be in Mr. Turner's home room?" I questioned. "Yup," Chloe said. "So are my friends Ricky and Blake."
"Nice." I said. After we found our seats, Chloe survayed the room, then visibly relaxed. "What?" I asked.
"None of the popular squad is here." She replied. "And Ricky and Blake are coming in here just now." I looked up to see two pretty hot guys enter the room. After finding their desks, they looked around and saw Chloe. She smiled and waved. Both of them were coming over. "Which one's which?" I asked, under my breath. Unfortunatly, Chloe didn't get a chance to reply because the brown-haired one was hugging her. Meanwhile the other one came over to me and answerded my question. "Hey, I'm Blake and this is Ricky." Blake said with his hand out streached. I shook his hand and met his gaze. Blake had dirty blonde hair, which he wore spiked. He also had gorgeous green eyes with gold specks. He had freckles and looked like an athlete. Ricky had wavy brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was tall. "Nice to meet you," Ricky said with a smile.
"Like wise," I replied. This day was going better than expected so far.
"Let me see your schedual." Chloe said to me. I took out my schedual. She smiled and said, "You have first, second, and fourth with me. You have third and seventh with Ricky, and sixth and eighth with Blake, and we all have lunch together at fifth period. You are only alone for nineth, in which Blake and I have Social Studies and Ricky has advanced English instead of regular English." "UGH!" Ricky grumbled. "Curse my amzing English smarts. So close!" I was just about to reply when the first bell rang.
"Come on," Chloe said, grabbing my arm. "Mrs. Krepin will not be happy if we are late." We raced down the crowded hall as fast as we could. We came in just before the late bell. Mrs. Krepin walked to the front of the room.
"We will be seated in alphabetical order for the first quarter, so you will be sitting next to Chloe." Chloe smiled at me and I smiled back. In thity seconds, I was seated next to Chloe and Mrs. Krepin was handing me a sheet for me to get signed by my parents. After Reading was finally over, Chloe and I walked to the chorus room. Another sheet to sign. I sighed. These were going to be pretty annoying.
When we left for third period, me to social studies with Ricky, and Chloe to the Unified art rotations with Blake, Chloe asked "So are you getting the hang of this place."
"Oh ya, it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." I said. "So, anything I should know 'bout Mrs. Harris-Crowe?" I asked. I had heard some pretty scary things.
"Nothing really," Chloe replied. "The thing with people here is that they are either gonna accept you or reject you, you just gotta be able to deal with it."
"Don't I know it" I say with a smile.
"There she is." Ricky calls from down the hall.
"Hurry up slow poke, or we are gonna be late" He grinned.
"Going to be." I corrected with a smirk.
"Whatever, Miss Grammer Police." He retorts. I poke him with the edge of the binder and say, "Yeah right, Mr. Advanced English." I reply. He makes a face as we sit down. Mrs. Harris-Crowe hands me my notes.
"Good luck sweetpea," She smiles. "You are going to need it." Then she turns and adresses the class. "Today you are going to be working on your homework. You can move to sit with someone, but make sure that you are working!" she says.
Imediatly, Ricky turns to me and asks, "So, do you wanna be partners?" "Sure." I reply. By the end of class, he has gotten me caught up on all the notes and homework, while being only semi- productive himself.
"Thanks for the help." I say with a smile. "And thank you, Miss Grammer Police, for keeping me from doing any work." He says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes. I see Chloe waiting for me at her locker. She smiles at me when we approach, but I can tell it's fake. On the way to gym I decide to get to the bottom of it.
"What?" I ask.
"Do you like Ricky?" she asks hesitantly, not meeting my gaze.
"No, why..." Then she looks up, and I realize why. "OMIGOSH you like him?" I say exitedly. Chloe blushes. "Omigosh you DO like him!" I say grinning. "You guys would make such an adorable couple." I say later, when we are waiting for Mr. Wolf. Chloe just glares at me. "Anyway," I say like nothing happened. "What are we playing?"
"Soccer." Chloe replys. I just smile. I have been told many times that I was pretty good. But being the new kid I was probably going to be picked last.
*After gym*
I glanced over to Chloe. She was still looking at my funny.
"Stop looking at me like that." I demand, after a while.
"I can't help it," She says, "You were better than everybody in that gym." I blush.
"Nuh-uh." I reply. "I only scored three goals, and I suck at playing goalie." I reply smiling. "Just a warning though, I'm gonna describe every detail to Ricky and Blake, so you are gonna have to get over yourself." She replys. I smile rolling my eyes. We were walking to the lunch room in the pretty much desserted hallway, when one of the popular girls step infront of me.
"So, Lacey," she says glaring at Chloe. "We were wondering why on earth you would choose to hang out with this loser-"
"I'm sorry but Chloe is not a loser, and she is a way better human being than you will ever be." I say. I can see Ricky and Blake listining to us out of the corner of my eye. "Plus she doesn't need fiftey pounds of make-up to be beautiful." I add. I grab Chloe's arm and walk past her. When we got to the table I just sat down like nothing happened. They were all staring at me, open mouthed.
"What?" I demanded. "You were amazing!" Ricky cried. "Did you see the look on Monica's face?" Blake said.
"So," Chloe asked, "Anything else we should know about you?"
"Well, we moved around a lot but I think I have a pretty good chance of staying here for a while though. Um, also it's just me my mom and my brother Nick. He is two years older than me." I glanced under the table. Chloe and Ricky were holding hands. "And that is about it," I finished. "So," I smiled. "So, what about you two?" I said gesturing under the table. Blake ducked his head to see. He smiled mischeviously.
"So, you guys are dating, huh?" Chloe sent me a death glare. "I mean you guys obviously like each other." Blake continued. Chloe and Ricky, were blushing.
"So, um, Chloe I was wondering if you wanted to go to the fall dance with me?" Ricky said hopefully.
"I would love to." Chloe cried. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she threw her arms around him, and he did the same. Me and Blake smiled at each other, then he moved over to Ricky and punched him in the arm.
"Took you guys long enough." He said with a smirk.
"So, when is the dance?" I asked. "Next weekend, like not the one coming up, but the one after that." Chloe says.
"Saturday or Sunday?" I ask.
"Saturday." Chloe replied.
"Oh, good." I say relieved. "Cause I have a recital on Sunday."
"A rectial of what?" Ricky asks. Blake looks at me curious.
"Oh, umm... well I kind of sing and play the piano a little, and I might have scored an audition to Julliard." I admit. All three of their mouths dropped open.
"What?" I said defensively.
"I just wanna know if we can come." Ricky says with a smirk. I grinned. "Well," I said, "I may have asked for three extra tickets that I may or may not have in my lunch box."
"WHAT?" Chloe exclaimed. I reach into my lunch box, and give them their tickets.
"Don't be late, and don't lose them." I warned.