An Incompetent Irritation
Hi guys! Sorry for the delayed update.
Hi guys! Sorry for not updating sooner—oops?
And my first day of Grade 10 is tomorrow, so yay…
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Ally's POV
"Honey, wake up!" I hear someone call. And call, and call. I groan and twist in my bed, but my face lands in a patch of bright light through the windows and I blink my eyes open.
Grumbling and unable to fall back asleep I ask, "What is it, Dad?" I can hear him laughing somewhere downstairs and he shouts back, "Ally, it's your first day of school!"
This gets me awake and alert. What!? I jump up and over to my wall calendar. Yep. Circled in a big bold marker is today's date with 'First Day of School!' scrawled underneath.I face palm, utterly shocked that I forgot. It wasn't that I didn't love school, I absolutely did, it was because I was planning on making a good first impression. I wasn't going to walk into school feeling like it was just an excuse to get away from Elliot. No, I was going to be totally different. I would treat this as a new experience, an adventure in Miami. I would be confident, get good grades, and be completely focused, not easily swooned by the effects of guys. But, since I forgot, I would have less time to get ready.
I make my way to the bathroom and complete my daily routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and putting on makeup. I go with a very natural look: mascara, eyeliner, and some lip and then rummaged through my closet for the perfect outfit. Yeah, I would be one of those people who wear all their nice and new clothes in the first few weeks, leaving them nothing for the rest of the month. Anyway, I decided on a pink and red floral top with black skinny jeans, paired off with some subtle gold jewellery. Glancing over at my clock, I see that there's only half an hour before school starts. I quickly grab some black converse and my school bag before bolting down the stairs. I run through the living room and my dad pops his head out of the kitchen door.
"Have a good day, sweetie!" he calls, throwing me an apple. I catch it with my free hand while simultaneously putting on my shoes.
"Thanks, dad!" I shout back, already on my way out the door. The warm Miami air greets me as I walk down the driveway, something familiar from Cali. I get into my car and immediately start it and drive—I would not be late on my first day.
In about ten minutes, I see my new high school, Marino High, looming in the distance. A small bundle of excitement and nerves flutter around my stomach. This is really happening! I am really starting a new school, in a new place, and with a chance to make another first impression. I smoothly maneuver into the parking lot and into an empty spot, before I calm down and take a deep breath.
"I can do this," I say firmly, and confidently, before I hop out of my car and walk towards the school. When I get in, I am aware of stares at me, some seeming envious, and others… ugh, boys. Suddenly, a girl bounces up to me. She looks my age, with a tanned complexion and tightly curled black hair. She stops and smiles a mischievous smile, as if she were up to no good.
"Hi," she says, with a slight Spanish accent. "You're the new girl, right?" I nod, taken by surprise by this ball of energy in front of me.
"How'd you know?" I ask.
"I've never seen you around before. Plus, you seem terrified, more than the average student on the first day of school." Well, darn it. And here I thought I was acting pretty cool.
"Anyways, I'm Trish," the girl says. "I can help you get settled into Marino if you'd like. Plus, you can come to me anytime if you need anything." I just nod again. Three minutes into my new school, and I already had someone who I could see as a future good friend; someone I could trust.
"So, first, you need your schedule and stuff. To the office we go…," she looks at me expectantly. I find me voice again. "Ally," I supply, feeling warmth fill my body. I was immensely relieved that I had Trish to help me today. With her, I don't think my senior year is going to be that bad. We turn around to go to the office, and shock floods through me. Walking down the hall was none other than Mr. Player, whatever his actually name was, with his arm around yet another girl. This time, she was a red head, looking like the happiest person in the world. My eyes travel back to the guy, disappointed that I remember him. I had spent a good two weeks before school at the beach, the mall, and breaking in my new house, with that one event completely gone from my mind, and then BAM! Here he is. I automatically let my gaze wander over his appearance, noting that he is still, unfortunately, very handsome. He still has the messy blonde hair and light grin from before. Not to mention his muscular arms… Stop! I mentally scream to myself, tearing my eyes away. What horrible thoughts to have of a no good player. Speaking of said guy, he still isn't aware that I am here, which is how I want to keep it. If he actually remembers me, and how I busted him, he's probably going to make this year miserable for me, and that is not going to happen.
I turn back to Trish, who is unaware of the little mind war I just had.
"Okay, office? Let's go," I urge, pushing Trish forward with my arms. She shoots me a questioning look but doesn't say anything, and leads the way to the office, and more importantly, away from the guy.
X X X
"Have a nice day, dear," the office lady says, and smiles as I walk out the door. I wave to her, glad to see that most people in this school are really friendly. Trish is waiting outside, casually sitting on the ground and playing with her phone. When she sees me, she stands up and takes the papers out of my hand without asking. I don't mind, though. This girl seemed to have the I-get-what-I-want personality, without trying to be rude.
"Oh no way!" she exclaims, looking at the papers more closely. "Math, History, English…Drama," she reads my page over before looking up at me.
"We have almost all our classes together, and your locker is right next to mine!" I grin, my previous thought about having a good year resurfacing. Trish hands me back my papers and brings me to my locker, where I put away my stuff. Then, she goes and gives me a tour of the gym, washrooms, and library, while showing me where all my classes are too.
"Okay, and right there is the drama room, the only class that I don't have with you," Trish explains, pointing to a door on the left. I nod my head, struggling to remember all of this. I mean, sure, I was new so I had an excuse for being late, but I didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself.
After finishing the tour, Trish and I head back to our lockers to grab our stuff. We walk to the first period class, since there is still 20 minutes. Trish walks in first, saying that since I'm the new student, I still have to do the traditional isolated-entrance thing where I walk in by myself and have everyone stare bullets at me.
"I was helping the new student out, Mrs. James," Trish defends, her voice rising from inside the door. I realize that she's arguing with the teacher—on the first day.
The teacher, Mrs. James, rebukes, "I don't see a new student," just as I decide to make my presence known. I nudge the door all the way open and slip inside, a smile already plastered on my lips.
"Good morning," I say, focusing on the teacher. She seems startled to see me, her blue eyes widening, like Trish never tells the truth, but then she smiles back.
"My name is Ally Dawson. It's a pleasure to meet you," I say, hearing some snickers come from the rest of the class. In hindsight, maybe I was making a bad impression on my classmates by being so formal, but I would rather my class think I was strange than the teacher think lowly of me on the first day. Mrs. James smiles widely, completely forgetting about Trish, who had silently slid over to her seat.
"Ah, Ms. Dawson, welcome to Marino High," she says, spreading her arms in an open gesture. We make the typical teacher-student chitchat about summers, and assurances to a good year before she hands me a text book and a place to sit beside a student named Kira.
She has chocolate coloured skin and dark black hair. I quickly take my seat beside her as Mrs. James continues her lesson. After the teacher looks away, Kira leans towards me minutely. "Wow, how'd you pull that off with Mrs. James?" she whispers, "It was awesome!"
"It's called being polite," I say, and immediately, Kira frowns. "Well, that sucks." I laugh out loud before I can stop myself, and the teacher clears her throat. My head shoots up, afraid that I was going to be called on, but Mrs. James was looking at the door. More specifically, she was looking at another late student standing outside the door.
"Mr. Moon, how amazing of you to grace us with your presence, with only 10 minutes left of class," she says, frowning at the student. He finally shows himself and walks into the class, but I wish he didn't. The blonde hair, the nice smile… it was him. All around me, every girl suddenly forgets what they are doing to focus on him. Some even begin twirling their hair and batting their eyelashes. What the heck?! Mr. Moon and Mrs. James continue to argue with each other and I turn to Kira, only to see that she was also lost in her own world, staring at the blonde dreamily. My eyes are wide as I search the class to find Trish. Thankfully, she was the only other girl who was not drooling or giving flirtatious winks right now. She finds my gaze and casually sweeps her arm in a "don't worry about it" gesture and mouths to me, "I'll tell you later." I nod, turning back to the front in time to hear Mrs. James last few words, "—just because today is the first day of school. Now, go sit down next to Trish." I hear numerous groans and complaints, but I was busy burying my face in my notebook, hoping that he wouldn't notice me. When I cautiously look up, he is now sliding into his seat next to Trish, but whereas all the girls are swooning at the utterly simple motion, Trish is just rolling her eyes, which makes me like her all the more.
X X X
The bell finally rings for lunch and I am one of the first people to bolt out of the room. I catch my breath when I reach my locker, mentally exhausted. Not only was Blondie in my first period class, he was also in my second. It felt as if I was walking through a mine field the whole next hour while learning about the history of America. At any moment, Moon boy could've looked over and noticed me, and then who knows what could've happened. It was pure luck that out of the two periods, he hadn't seen me. I open my locker, in deep thought. Seriously, why am I so paranoid over this? I don't even think he remembers me, and if he does, would he really be mad? I mean, looks to me like he has plenty of girls to choose from, as horrible as that sounds, that losing two wouldn't really change anything. I finish putting my books away, and start tinkering with the zipper of my bag. But, what if that's exactly why he would be mad at me? What if he really liked one of those girls and I ruined it for him? Wait, why do I even care if I ruined his relationships? He's the no good, two-timing jerk. I sigh and shut my locker, not knowing where I'm going with this. I guess that since I don't know his intentions, I'll just keep on avoiding him until I learn more. At that moment, Trish rounds the corner and goes to her locker, which brings her to me too.
"Whoa, what happened? You ran out of History so fast…wait, that's pretty normal," Trish jokes, putting her books away. I laugh half-heartedly, waiting for Trish to explain about Moon since we didn't get much time to talk during class. She seems to sense my growing anticipation and shuts her locker, turning to me, "You're wondering about Austin?" It takes me a second to realize who she was speaking of.
"Wait, his name's not Moon?" I ask, probably looking shocked. Trish laughs, until she sees that I'm completely serious.
"What? Of course it's not! His name's Austin Moon. Anyway, I'll tell you about Austin, if you really want to know. He's pretty interesting." I start nodding, but then I quirk my eyebrow.
"How do you know he's interesting?" Trish sighs and starts walking down the hall. "Well, apart from his lady entourage, which already tells you a lot," she starts, and grimaces, "He was also my best friend." My jaw drops and I stare at Trish.
"But, before I say anything else… I'm starving. Let's go get some pizza."
What? Who saw that coming? A lot of you probably did…
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