Well fuck this, I thought to myself as I sat in the back row of the classroom. The girls didn't really seem to care anymore. Two guys had come in a moment earlier and they were talking really fast in accents that contrasted completely, one in French the other English. The French one had mud smeared over his cheek and as he pushed his brown hair back with a large hand little bits of grit rained down onto the floor. I pulled out my iPod, daring the stuttering teacher to tell me to put it away. When he didn't I began scrolling through artists, Vampire Weekend, 30 Seconds To Mars, Coldplay, MGMT, Kings of Leon, Friendly Fires… I stopped at The Burning Hotels, pressing play on my favourite song of theirs. I took out my sharpie and began drawing a watch on my left wrist playing with my tongue stud absentmindedly.
I got in, you got out
I walked in, you walked out
As you usual I'm stuck in the middle
I'm closing to closure
Admitting that it's over
As you usual I'm stuck in the middle
and now you know
that you control everything
As you usual I'm stuck in the middle
and now I'm drowning in myself again, yes
I'm drowning in my self again.
I around a minute into the song I felt a hand on my shoulder; I instinctively yanked on it, twisting it in a way that could easily pop it from the joint as they'd taught us in kick boxing.
"What the fuck" Craig murmured, amused at the way I had his arm twisted around. I nibbled on my lip and let him go.
"Automatic reaction" I said simply with a shrug, he nodded a tiny smile on his lips as he shook his wrist, burying his hands back into his pockets. Damn he looked nice when he smiled.
"You're in my seat", he told me after a second or two.
"And?" I asked boredly.
"You're in my seat…" he repeated calmly.
"You expect me to move?" I smiled in a mocking way, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh blimey, Craig. Leave her alone, she's new!" a girls voice spoke up from behind Craig, in all his vastness I couldn't see around him. My iPod shuffled on to the next song, it was Undisclosed Desires – Muse. She stepped out from behind Craig and whoa. Her hair was fucking fantastic. You could plainly see the natural blonde but what was amazing was all the random colored streaks in it, rainbow time or what? Her clothes were mind-blowing too, mismatched and clashing. It looked like a rainbow unicorn puked on her, but it just worked so well in a way I can't describe. I especially liked her different colored converse.
"Whatever Rhi", Craig said, staring at me.
"Well, Hey. I'm Rhiannon Edwards", she grinned with a short wave. I noted her All Time Low tank top and smiled.
"I'm-"
"Her name's Frankie, okay Rhi? Can I please just find a place to sit now?" Craig said impatiently, I was surprised he'd even remembered my name. Then I wondered if the two were together, together. But something about them just made me think of them as good friends.
"Uh… I'll move up if you want?" I said submissively as 2 girls bounced in, the other came slightly behind with a knowing smile on her face.
"I'd appreciate that", Craig grunted as I slid up two seats, Rhiannon sat next to me on the right and Craig on the other side of her. I saw the French and the English guys sitting in front of us, Rhiannon pulled out her textbook and pencil case before staring at the back of the French one's head, her eyes slightly glazed. I grinned; Craig glanced at me and rolled his eyes. I looked at the quirky way Rhiannon had painted her nails, her hand was cradling her chin so I got a good look at them they were painted to match her outfit, well sort of. She'd painted one pink, one yellow in a sequence and put two small white dots near the edge of each.
"I told you there was a new girl!" I turned around as if 'new girl' was my name, a girl with large hazel eyes and mocha hint to her skin stood grinning at the edge of the desk. She blew a bubble with her gum and popped it swiftly.
"Someone told me there weren't going to be any new kids this year!" a girl with black hair and dyed-green bangs, said with a matching grin. They looked at me a bit like I was some fascinating animal in a Zoo, just everything about them made me smile. The girl with green bangs was wearing black translucent tights with a dark green pleated skirt which matched her fringe, she wore a black tank top then a green unbuttoned blouse over it, a gold lucky horseshoe pendant around her neck, once again; green pumps with ruffles on them and a little four-leafed clover clip in her hair. The other girl wore a yellow tank top, purple fitted coat and electric blue jeans with yellow plimsolls; her hair was back in a ponytail.
"I'm Francesca Johnson. Call me Frankie or Chess", something told me I was going to be repeating that a lot today…
"This is Lucy Montgomery", the girl in the purple coat motioned to the green-wearer "And I'm Karina Sanchez", she beamed, continuing to chew on her gum. Then the other girl who was behind them came up, she had brown hair and a black jacket on, she had on a simple long sleeved navy blue top underneath.
"M'names Nikki Alley", she said. Nikki seemed alright, not the type I would've guessed to be friends with Lucy and Karina but alright all the same. The 3 musketeers sat down next to me, obviously this was their usual spot I couldn't imagine Craig sticking them for long. Everyone else flooded into the class as the bell rung, I pocketed my iPod and glared at the teacher as he pulled me up to the front of the class.
"Ah. Um, this is uh, Francesca- No, Frankie Johnson", it was kind of excruciating, but not for me. Then he said "Uh, um Say something about you", I raised an eyebrow.
"Any of you Tweekers, I'm selling." I winked, a few people in the class laughed. "And if you don't pay me I'll kick your ass", the poor Maths teacher didn't get it. Which I was glad of, I didn't want a slip to go see the school councillor over the misuse of illegal drugs on my first day. Craig had watched me with a weird smirk on his face, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. I felt like a mouse being watched by a hungry cat. Speaking of cats, I thought as I sat back down, I forgot to talk about Mrs Dog.
Mrs Dog is a male ginger tomcat with 3 legs and one eye. He's my baby. I love Mrs Dog, I named him when I was only three years old and couldn't seem to grasp the fact that cats and dogs were different from each other. I sat back down, I don't think the girls next to me had actually believed that I was selling drugs, but damn it sounded bad like that. It wasn't that bad. Trig went on uneventfully; I got a notebook which I doodled all over and a heavy textbook which I put in my bag. I made note that I had to find my locker at some point.
Next lesson was Gym. We were doing martial arts. I sat back and looked bored, I had this down. Black belt in kick boxing I went for lessons for 9 years had a load of trophies and medals. Put them in storage, all apart from one medal when we moved.
"Now, I will be putting you in girl-boy pairs" the scary looking teacher started "No complaints, or you'll be sent to Mr Mackey", a few groans rippled through the group.
"Stanley Marsh with Jude Monroe", the woman read from her clipboard, Wendy didn't look amused. "Kenny McCormick and Bebe Stevens, Wendy Testaburger with Eric Cartman", I laughed aloud earning a dangerous look from Wendy "Christophé Delorne with Rhiannon Edwards, Angela Roy…" I zoned out just about then. Then I heard my named called. "- with Francesca Johnson", she pointed to a mat; I'd missed who I was being paired with. Then Craig Tucker stepped onto the crash mat.
"This is going to be fun", I said evilly as Craig remained stony faced, he flipped me off and looked anywhere but at me.
"The aim of this is to show any skills you may have in self defence or martial arts, your aim is not to hurt anyone", people grumbled "But, you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs". I rounded on Craig who just stared at me.
"I'm not gonna hit a girl", he said plainly, eyeing me with his 6-7 inches advantage.
"Not even a girl", I started as I advanced "Who can do this?" I questioned as I swung my leg up, smacking him twice in the chest with both my legs. Craig's eyes shot open as the wind was knocked from him, he double over instantly.
"That", he stood back up "Was an unfair shot. No warning the sparring was going to begin", I shrugged.
"Rules are made to be broken".
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GAH! This is a really quick update before I go to sleep; I only got one lesson done and about 5 minutes of Gym. This tells me this is going to be a loooooong fanfiction…
Love you all, yadda yadda yadda, review send in OC's because I'm still pining for them.
5kinnys (: x