CHAPTER 2: FRESHMAN
I take a deep breath and I push the double glass doors as the entrance to no other than high school. I sigh as I look through the different colors of lockers and the awkwardly narrow hallway crowded with other high school people.
I see cliques everywhere. The goths, the geeks, even the populars in matching clothes and miniskirts.
I keep looking around until I caught the attention of a senior in a varsity jacket with a group of other seniors laughing and snorting while flirting with some cheer leaders in their uniforms. I quickly look down, and hurry to the managing office, I feel like the senior was following me until I look back and I see him bump me. I see his brunette hair, buff body and he does look pretty fine. I smile for a while until he says,
"You know, I haven't seen you around before."
I smile for a while and he offers me a hand,
"Jett. Senior. Football Varsity. Perfectly in shock by you."
I smile a bit, but inside I swear I was as confused as an alligator being taught on how to fetch a doggy bone. I take his hand and awkwardly shake it.
"Tay, Freshman. Newbie. And yeah, I have to go. So, BYE!" I say, smiling but inside I'm seriously pissed. It's my first day and I'm going to be late.
"Tay? Cute name you got there, From what name did you get that nickname?" he says, pulling me closer to him.
"Taylor." I say with a sarcastic smirk.
The bell suddenly rings.
"Hey, I got to go. Call me when you need me." He says, handing me a small piece of paper.
As I wave him goodbye, I give a smile. But as I turn away from him, I sigh annoyingly. I was attracted to him, but he's definitely not my type. I'm fifteen, and I don't even know him. He might be a jerk.
I keep the paper he gave me in my old messenger bag and enter the managing office and ask for my class schedule.
"Name?" the assistant asks,
"Taylor McDonald." I answer, she then types something real quick in her computer and she signals me to take my seat first.
I sit down beside an odd student as well. Probably in trouble I guess.
"Hey." He says, as he starts an awkward conversation.
"Hey." I smile,
"So, you're pretty new here, huh?"
"Yeah, I came from New York and moved here some nights ago cause of my dad and brother."
"JUST your dad and brother?"
"Other reasons are kinda private." I say, looking at the opposite direction to avoid any more questions about my mother.
My mother passed away weeks ago after being hit by a truck. And she wore this exact denim jacket she bought. We couldn't really afford these kind of expensive jackets so this is the only one I stick with.
"Cool. You can fit here well. I mean, you are really pretty. But, just don't mess with the popular girls or anything. They'll leave you alone if you leave THEM alone." He explains, with a smile.
"Thanks for the tip." I say, smiling.
"Mr. Schmidt? In my office, NOW." The principal calls cruelly.
He rolls his eyes and pats my back goodbye. He then takes a gulp and enters the office adorned with yellow paint and beautiful wood flooring.
The principal is actually a redhead lady in her 30's. I give a little smile and I look back at the lady to get my class schedule. She hands over a printed paper with my schedule and I keep it in my notebook. I say thank you and close the door quietly. As I exit, I see the same blonde guy running, trying to catch up with me from behind. I look back in confusion.
"Hey, you left this, uhm pen?" he hands me a pen which I obviously do not own. I only own colored pens and blue inked pens. I never use black. Only for my scribbles at home, that is. But I KNOW the pen wasn't mine.
"I'm sorry, but that really isn't mine." I say, "But, you can have it if ever it is mine!"
I then run off to class. It's my first period here and my first homeroom. I enter a full class mixed with seniors, freshmen, sophomores, juniors. I see the teacher and it's a lovely lady in blue, I smile and ask,
"Is this Homeroom?" I ask.
"Yes, come in sweetie." The lady asks, she then tries to make me introduce myself.
"Class. We have a new student from Minnesota. Welcome to New York, sweetie. Your name is?"
"Tay. I mean, Taylor. No wait, okay fine. Taylor." I mumble.
I hear people laugh at me, probably mocking me. I am in complete humiliation. I just look at the wooden floor until she tells me to go back to my seat. She points me to an empty seat beside some sophomore.
"Logan, assist her if she needs anything." She says, introducing me to the pretty cute guy, I smile at him but he just rolls his eyes and looks down at his watch. I stare at him in confusion but just take my seat cause I was somehow offended.
Minutes pass and the teacher's been discussing something about discos, parties, balls and fairs. My attention was taken by the class until I try to spark a conversation with Logan.
"Hey, do you get what she's saying right now?"
"Shhh!" he says, I then look down and take out my notebook to take down some scheduled notes, but as I turn away from Logan, the same blonde guy comes in to class running.
"KENDALL SCHMIDT. LATE, AGAIN?" The teacher screams, I'm in complete shock.
"C'mon Mrs. F. Logan told you my excuse right? RIGHT LOGAN?" he explains.
"No. You said you'd go skating again." Logan says, annoyed.
"KENDALL, PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW. ALWAYS TARDY NEVER WORKS!" Mrs. Felton says
"But I WAS in the office, I didn't go anywhere! Really!" he explains.
"OH PLEASE, GO LEAVE FOR THE OFFICE NOW! OR ELSE, I AM CALLING THE OFFICE, RIGHT NOW TO DEDUCT YOUR GRADE IN CONDUCT!" she screams, she then continues speaking nonsense things about Kendall skipping homeroom and all while Kendall slouches leaving,
In guilt of knowing the truth, I quickly stand up. The room is suddenly quiet and everyone's attention turns to me. I take a gulp, stare at the floor and look at Kendall for hope.
