Chapter Two: Confrontation
As Emma and Manny walked to class they again passed Paige, who was just now entering her own class with Spinner and Hazel. Tossing back her hair with a manicured hand she surveyed the scene and made a shocking discovery. Someone was sitting in her seat.
Paige had never seen the girl before. She wasn't particularly tall, but was extremely slender. Paige thought she actually looked rather fragile. Her long, light colored hair fell over her face, which was buried in a thick book.
Walking swiftly across the room, Paige watched as Spinner slipped into the seat next to the new girl. She stood near the girl's black boot clad foot and waited for recognition. When none came, she cleared her throat. The girl finally looked up from her book, revealing a pretty face and dark green, inquisitive eyes.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked. Her voice was tinted with a slight French accent.
"Who are you?" Paige hissed venomously, pearly white teeth looking sharp as daggers. The new girl smiled broadly.
"Chloe Davidson." She replied, offering Paige her hand. Paige looked at it in disgust.
"Well, Chloe, I'm Paige Michalchuk. You're sitting in my seat." Paige explained gently. "I was unaware the seats were assigned." Chloe replied, seeming almost apologetic. Paige's nose wrinkled.
"They aren't." "I guess this isn't your seat then, is it?" Chloe asked, and Paige felt the burn of humiliation color her face. She thought quickly, seeking a way to recover. "Look, hon. Since you're new here I'll let you off the hook this once. Here's a hint, though. Don't cross me. I am the Queen Bee, and you'll regret it." Chloe merely smiled serenely.
"Well Queenie, you may want to do yourself a favor and run along to the washroom. Apparently it is en vogue around here to wear your clothes a few sizes too small, but I'm pretty sure it's not in fashion to go around with your fly unzipped."
Paige looked shocked and appalled as her hand flew to her mouth. The eyes of everyone in the room traveled swiftly to the area in question. Sure enough, her zipper lay unused at the base of its track. Paige made a hasty retreat to the washroom as Chloe settled more comfortably into the seat. The laughter was so uproarious that Mr. Armstrong had to ask for quiet several times and threaten three separate students with lengthy detentions before he could begin the class.
As Emma and Manny walked to class they again passed Paige, who was just now entering her own class with Spinner and Hazel. Tossing back her hair with a manicured hand she surveyed the scene and made a shocking discovery. Someone was sitting in her seat.
Paige had never seen the girl before. She wasn't particularly tall, but was extremely slender. Paige thought she actually looked rather fragile. Her long, light colored hair fell over her face, which was buried in a thick book.
Walking swiftly across the room, Paige watched as Spinner slipped into the seat next to the new girl. She stood near the girl's black boot clad foot and waited for recognition. When none came, she cleared her throat. The girl finally looked up from her book, revealing a pretty face and dark green, inquisitive eyes.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked. Her voice was tinted with a slight French accent.
"Who are you?" Paige hissed venomously, pearly white teeth looking sharp as daggers. The new girl smiled broadly.
"Chloe Davidson." She replied, offering Paige her hand. Paige looked at it in disgust.
"Well, Chloe, I'm Paige Michalchuk. You're sitting in my seat." Paige explained gently. "I was unaware the seats were assigned." Chloe replied, seeming almost apologetic. Paige's nose wrinkled.
"They aren't." "I guess this isn't your seat then, is it?" Chloe asked, and Paige felt the burn of humiliation color her face. She thought quickly, seeking a way to recover. "Look, hon. Since you're new here I'll let you off the hook this once. Here's a hint, though. Don't cross me. I am the Queen Bee, and you'll regret it." Chloe merely smiled serenely.
"Well Queenie, you may want to do yourself a favor and run along to the washroom. Apparently it is en vogue around here to wear your clothes a few sizes too small, but I'm pretty sure it's not in fashion to go around with your fly unzipped."
Paige looked shocked and appalled as her hand flew to her mouth. The eyes of everyone in the room traveled swiftly to the area in question. Sure enough, her zipper lay unused at the base of its track. Paige made a hasty retreat to the washroom as Chloe settled more comfortably into the seat. The laughter was so uproarious that Mr. Armstrong had to ask for quiet several times and threaten three separate students with lengthy detentions before he could begin the class.