So I tried writing for this story again, but I think I lost it.. Hopefully this doesn't entirely suck!
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Mitchie couldn't help but smirk at the faces and whispers she was getting from everyone. Due to her private schooling Mitchie had most classes with seniors, walking in the classes she felt kind of intimidating being the new girl, with an amazing style, she knew these kids grew up together.
She rolled her eyes in her fourth class, as once again, she stood up before her classmates and recited the same thing she'd been saying since her first class.
"My name is Michelle but I go from Mitchie. I grew up in Los Angeles. Now I'm here." Mitchie faked a smile and sat down.
She looked at all the different faces and her brown eyes locked with a certain brown eyed boy, the same one from the locker hall. She smirked but was returned with a glare and a dramatic eye roll. She let a frown sit on her face but shrugged it off as she focused on taking today's notes. She knew exactly where the lesson was, math was one of her stronger subjects.
The bell rang, emptying the classrooms and filling the halls with kids.
"Hey Mitchie, I'm Sander. Welcome to Lake High." A random black haired kid walked up to Mitchie, purposely rubbing arms with her. Mitchie faked a smiled as she nodded at his precense, "I, uh, I'm having a 'back to school' party. And was wondering if you'd want to come, get to know some people since you're new and stuff."
He was nervous, Mitchie could smell it. She felt some kind of pity that this jock who could probably have any girl around here, stumble with his words.
She stopped in front of him, placing her hand that wasn't holding her books, on his masculine shoulder. She gave him a sultry look before pursing her lips together.
"I'll see what I can do." Mitchie said before turning on her heels and going the direction to her locker.
Shane rolled his eyes as he saw the whole thing go down a few feet away. When he saw her walk away he walked towards his love struck friend.
"Snap out of it, you're being such a girl about this."
"Dude, she touched me."
Shane rolled his eyes as he chuckled at how pathetic his friend is being, "come on, we're going to be late for weight training."
"She touched me!"
Mitchie groaned as she walked into gym, the strong smell didn't sit well with her. She found her teacher giving girls today's lesson, being a little late from being caught up with what's his face. She let the door behind her slam shut, getting everyone's attention towards her. Her teacher smiled warmly at her but she could tell she wasn't going to be this nice to her every time she was late.
"Hi, I'm Mitchie, sorry I'm late."
"Don't worry about it; just don't make it a habit. I'm Coach Lauren."
"Okay." Mitchie said lamely looking down.
"I'm assuming you didn't bring gym clothes with you?" Coach Lauren said.
"I didn't know there was such thing of a gym period." Mitchie shrugged.
"Well, we have clothes that you can purchase, or you can borrow some of our loaners that we've collected over the years."
Mitchie refrained herself from making a face as she nodded her head. "I didn't really bring comfortable shoes with me."
Coach Lauren looked at her shoes and her eyes widen, "you mean those biker boots aren't comfortable?"
Mitchie laughed fakely at her attempt to make a joke, "can I just sit this one out?"
Couch Lauren looked at her and pondered, "just this once, you can help me set up today's activities as long as you come prepared tomorrow."
Mitchie nodded as she smiled genuinely, getting out of things was one of her specialties. Coach Lauren gave her directions as to how certain things had to be put up for archery and Mitchie nodded. She rolled her eyes as she began to drag the targets across the field. She heard wolf calls and looked at the senior guys who took weight training calling for attention.
She rolled her eyes as she spotted those brown eyes. Mitchie noticed the hard stare, different from all the cocky looks all the other guys were giving her. She frowned in confusion wondering what she had done for him to hate this soon. Mitchie shrugged as she went on setting things up, the hours she puts at the gym were paying off since she didn't break a sweat.
As soon as she was done Coach Lauren gave her permission to sit out for the whole class after that. Mitchie sat with her legs crossed, bored as she looked around. The school was in front a main street and around a small neighborhood. She saw older people walk by in jogging suits and she smiled, she never knew her grandparents.
The bell rung after what felt like forever for Mitchie, lunch was next and she wasn't all that hungry, she wanted to go home already, the day warring her out. She walked alone towards their cafeteria and saw the cliques form before her eyes. She saw a table full of jocks, next to the table of cheerleaders, and the smaller groups beneath them around them. On the other side you had your geeks, freaks and skaters. She saw the diversity and didn't want to sink into a 'clique'. She was never a fan of following others.
Mitchie spotted the girl with curly hair who had commented on her shoes and walked straight to her table, "hi, I'm Mitchie. Can I sit here?"
"The more the merrier, I'm Caitlyn, this is Zane, Chris and Misty." She said pointing at her friends.
"Caitlyn, you were right, those are some sick shoes."
Out of habit, Mitchie smirked, "I know."
"So Hollywood, what's it like?" Zane asked.
Mitchie smiled widely and began to tell them about her life back home.
Shane, from across the room couldn't stop staring at her. Something about her was captivating but also infuriating.
"And you say I'm pathetic, dude, you're drooling. And you said I could have her." Sander bumped Shane's shoulder snapping his attention to the table.
"Huh? I wasn't drooling, I was glaring at her." Shane said snapping his head towards his best friend.
"I've known you for years, I know that look." Sander said slapping his back harshly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Shane said looking anywhere but her direction.
Sander just laughed as he shook his head going back to the conversation he was having with the guys at the table. Shane tried so hard to keep his composure but it felt like he was trying to force himself to hate her. He didn't have to force it, he did hate her. Then he saw her smile, a real smile, and all the thoughts of hating her washed from his mind.
Shane sighed and knew he was fucked, then stared at Sander and saw him sneak peeks at Mitchie. He did promise him he wouldn't go for it, and he was going to keep his promise. Mitchie was still spoiled rotten and Shane was still true to his word. He was just going to keep his thoughts of how beautiful she was in his mind.
Mitchie made it through her last classes without wanting to kill someone, but her head hurt from all the eye rolls she had done, At the last bell she went straight to her locker and saw the same black haired kid waiting for her.
"Hey Mitchie."
Mitchie just stared at him trying to rack her mind for his name.
"Hi, uhm?"
"Sander." He reintroduced himself with a bright tint to his cheeks.
"Right, sorry." Mitchie half ass apologized. She went to open her locker and grab the necessities.
"I remembered I told you about my party but didn't give you details," Sander said handing her a paper with his scribbles.
"Thanks. Look I got to go, it was nice talking to you, Sander." Mitchie gave him a flirty smile as she walked away.
Mitchie met her mom outside and got inside their Escalade, "I think I want to learn how to drive. I need some independency since we're going to be living here. And I can't rely on you to drive me everywhere."
Connie pondered at the idea before nodding her head, "on the weekends dad and I will start teaching you how to drive."
Mitchie smiled as she took out her phone and checked her messages and social media accounts. Seeing her friend's photos on Instagram made her stomach drop with sadness. Mitchie knew she was never going to a small town girl.