Jordan McLair

Jesus Christ. Another fucking school. I guess it's better than going back to the joint. Plus my cousin Freddie will be there. And JJ. I love JJ, he sees everything so positively. I remember the time I fell off my bike and cried like a bitch about it, but JJ always made me feel better. Freddie made sure I was okay, and Cook just told me to stop pissing about. Hey I was 8. That had to be one of the last times I spent with the boys. Before I got shipped off.

But now I'm back. A whole eight years later. I can imagine what the boys are all like now. In fact I bet they haven't even changed. Fred's will still be the same. JJ will be as innocent as ever, and I bet Cook shags anything with two legs and a vag.

So here I am, standing on the outskirts of Roundview College. Freddie wasn't home when I dropped my bags off. Yeah, social services decided that it would be best to place me with the only relatives I have left. Karen was home though. Christ, she's still a pain in the arse.

Well here goes nothing. I head on my way to the campus. I get a few stares and some fuckers whisper. Kay, so I'm not like most girls round here. I don't wear skirts. Never have, never will. I like jeans. I like beanies. I like jackets. The only thing remotely feminine about me is probably my hair. Long brunette locks. I wear boots a lot. I've only worn heels three times in my life. Once for a wedding. Once when Karen fucking forced me too, and for a dance we had at the centre. One of them formal shindigs. I like to run.

I don't even see Cook before I hear his obnoxious laugh, that's now manlier that his balls have dropped. I head up to the three boys, who now look more like men. I wonder if they even recognize me. I haven't changed much, just developed tits I guess.

"Jords!" Freddie exclaims and runs at me, taking me with his arms and bear hugging me like there's no fucking tomorrow.

"What the fuck Freddie!" I hear a lispy voice shrill behind me. Freddie quickly drops me down and I turn to see some redheaded bimbo eyeing me up.

"Problem?" I ask, yeah I'm not one to back down. Cook learnt that when I right hooked him in the nose for teasing me. We were seven.

"Yes. I want to know why the fuck my boyfriend has his hands all over you!" She yells. Wow, Freddie, really? Could have done better than that.

Freddie soon jumps in to inform her on who I am. "Babe, this is my cousin, Jordan. Remember I told you she was coming." He eyes her, probably telling her she should shut the fuck up before I knock her one.

Her tone quickly switches, and now she's acting like we're best friends. "Oh, gosh. Freddie, you should have said earlier!" This girl clearly isn't one for apologies.

Freddie looks confused, but she quickly rubs his arm, and he melts. Ew. Gross.

"Hi Guys!" Some overexcited, crazy looking blonde, with pigtails, almost knocks me over. Behind her is this mystique, and I mean mystique looking girl, with blue eyes to kill.

"Panda, watch where you're going." She tells her in a monotone voice. Her eyes haven't left contact with mine. It's weird, but I can't seem to look away. What the fuck?

"Bonkers! I'm such a dosey cow. Eff say's that all the time, don't you Eff?" I swear this girl is on something. It's not even 9 yet.

"Yes Panda." She answers, still in that tone.

"Effy, babe!" Cook strides over, putting his arm around the girl. So she's Cook's girlfriend? Wow. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jords! Is that you? Babes, you…grew!" He eyes me up. Well my chest. Not that there's much to see. I wear t-shirts a lot.

"Nice to see you too, James." I tell him, and he just laughs that laugh of his. But surprisingly, he lets go of the girl, and bear hugs me, just like Freddie.

"Nice to see you Jords. Things are gonna get interesting now, yeah?" He whispers in my ear. Cook of all people knows how I can get. But that was the old me. Things change.

I notice Freddie looking at Eff, or Effy, whatever her name is. There is definitely something going on there.

"Jordan. How lovely to see you again." JJ extends his hand, and I look at him weirdly.

"No hug Jay?" I ask him. He's probably shitting himself now that I've got a chest. JJ always freaks around girls. But I'm different. I think?

"S-sorry." He goes to hug me awkwardly. Christ.

"So anyone gonna introduce us?" Effy asks, looking at me. That weird fucked up look.

Freddie quickly clears his throat, "Effy, Panda, this is my cousin Jordan. She's just moved in with us."

"Whizzers. You look just like Freddie!" Panda is a very intense girl, and must definitely be on something; because no way in hell do I look like Fred's. Okay, we are the same colour. But one, my nose is not that big. Two, my eyes aren't so squinty, and they're green. And three, I'm a girl.

"Hi." Effy, smiles at me, for the first time. So she's not a robot. Good to know. Weird names. Effy? Panda? Who names their kid Panda?

"It's super to meet you. You'll fit in perfectly!" Panda hugs me, much to my surprise. A gang? Is there more?

"Thanks. You too." I eye Freddie, like what the fuck? He just shrugs, I guess that's just Panda.

The bell quickly goes off, thank fuck. And we head off to our first class.

I ditch the group quickly to find my locker. I open it, and inside is a large, CHRIS WAS HERE, tagged on the inside, and some porn. Nice one Chris. Whoever you are.

I close the door, and make my way to my class, but some clumsy bitch knocks me on my ass. Fuck. I look up and see nothing but red.

"Fuck sakes!" I grumble.

"I'm so sorry!" The redhead apologizes. Huh so she does know the word sorry.

"Bout fucking time you said that." I slowly draw myself to my feet. She looks confused.

"Excuse me?" Huh she's wearing different clothes. She must know that now I am very confused, and begins to talk. "I take you've met Katie. I'm Emily. The other twin. And you, you are new?" She extends her hand. Twins huh? But this girl is very, very different.

"Jordan…McLair." I nod as she makes an 'Oh' with her lips. Her rather soft looking lips.

"Freddie's cousin!" She smiles. She has a rather nice smile. I'm starting to see the difference between her and her sister.

"That's the one." I nod. I'm not that good with new people. I'm not really good with people in general.

"Well I should probably get to class. What class are you in?" She goes to look at me timetable. She sees my homeroom number and smiles. "Looks like you're in our class. Come on, I'll show you the way." She grabs my hand and drags me off to class.

We get there just in time, the teacher's still doing roll call. There are two spare seats next to a bleached blonde girl. She's rather slender. She beams at the sight of Emily, and my unasked question is answered when Emily lets go of my hand and sits down next to her, taking the blonde girls hand in her own. Wow. Never would have thought.

I realize that I'm still standing, and that everyone is now staring at me. Fuck sakes.

"Class, it seems we have a new student, Jordan McLair." The hairy Irishman states to the class, and greets me.

I just nod with a smile, and take the seat next to Emily. She looks at me with a warm smile. God I hate school.

"So Em's who's your friend?" I hear the blonde ask her girlfriend. Emily turns to look at me, and leans back a bit so that the blonde can see me.

"This is Freddie's cousin, Jordan this is Naomi, my girlfriend." Emily introduces. I try my best not to show a reaction to the word girlfriend. But something inside me turns at the word. Like I'm disappointed. What the fuck?

"Nice to meet you." Naomi smiles. Christ everyone is so nice around here.

The first couple of classes go well. I didn't participate much, I never have. School just isn't for me. I'm surprised that Cook's even here. It's lunch break now, and I desperately need a smoke. The 'gang' were all sat outside, but I wanted to get away.

I find a quiet area, away from everyone else. Some peace and quiet, thank fuck.

"Hows your first day going?" I hear that familiar monotone voice. Shit.

"Tis okay. Not much to expect." I say, taking a seat next too Effy. She offers me a light, and I take it, lighting up my much-needed smoke.

"Don't worry. I'm sure it will get better." She says, exhaling. Somehow I think she means it. I'm just not sure how.

We sit in silence for a while, it's awkward, and the only sound is the distant laughter and chatter of our peers, and the inhaling and exhaling of our cigarettes.

"I'm throwing Panda a birthday party this weekend. You should come?" She says, breaking the silence. Parties, I'm not too good at those. Temptation you know?

She must know I look weary, "It's a pyjama party. I kind of ruined the one she had last year. We'll be playing twister, and shit like that." Her voice goes a pitch higher when she mentions twister.

"A what now?" A pyjama party, aren't they a bit old for that?

"Just bring some pink pyjama's." She says, flicking her smoke and standing. She throws me a smile, and heads off towards her friends.

Pink? I don't own anything pink. Fuck me. There's only one person for this. Fucking Karen.

I throw my smoke away and head back towards everybody else, still wondering how interesting this year will be.