A/N: so how do you guys like it so far? let me know in the comments! anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter, things are about to heat up!
Only he wasn't. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. His hair was also brown instead of blond.
His face scrunched up in confusion. "What? Oh you must be thinking of Tate. I'm his twin brother Kit."
"Oh. Sorry about that," I blushed. "It just took me by surprise, I'm not used to seeing twins."
"That's alright," He chuckled. "You must be new here. You're Mr. Lowe's daughter right?"
I roll my eyes. Of course he would know who I was. Everybody does. "Yes, unfortunately."
"I take it you don't like him?" He raised a brow.
"It's a long story," I replied.
A flock of students walked inside the room, I took the seat next to Kit. Then the professor walked in.
"Good morning class, I'm Mr. Drake and I'm you're AP calculus teacher," He said walking to the front of the room, placing a hand on his hip. I noticed some of the girls drooling over him. I rolled my eyes, all these girls seemed to care about was looks.
"We also have a new student here, I'm sure many of you know her already."
The class turned around to face the back of the room where me and Kit were sitting. I smiled and waved, "Hi!"
All the girls whispered to each other, obviously jealous that the guys in the room couldn't stop looking at me. Don't get me wrong, I was flattered by the attention, I just wished that they wouldn't do that all the time…stare at me.
"Why don't you say a little something about yourself?"
I stand up, smile at the classroom, and clear my throat. "I'm Ainslee Grace Lowe, and I transferred here from - High School. I hope we can all get along!"
The whole class clapped, except for a couple of students. One was the girl sitting opposite of me and Kit, she had long blond hair and looked bored, while the other girl was also blond and she was talking to a couple of girls who snickered in my direction.
I raised my brow, what was her problem?
"I take it that you've noticed Madison Montgomery. Don't worry she doesn't like anyone," Kit tells me. "That is, unless you're rich and pretty. But in your case you might just be too pretty."
Too pretty? "You think I'm too pretty?"
"Yeah, why?"
I blushed. "No one's ever told me that before."
Before Kit could answer, Mr. Drake told everyone to be quiet and that class was starting.
After forty five minutes of this class, the bell rang and everyone got up to go. Tate wasn't here, but lucky for me Kit was. He guided me throughout the next three periods of class, up until lunch.
Kit told me that he was going to look for his brother, leaving me alone in the cafeteria. I made my own lunch incase I didn't like the food that they served, and because I didn't want to pay for it.
Now comes hard part, finding a table to sit at. I scan the room for a table to sit at, all of them look filled up, but then I see the girl from calculus sitting alone at the far side of the cafeteria. She was sitting alone.
I walked over to her, but on the way I felt a leg stick out from under me and the next thing I know I'm on the floor with the packed lunch I had underneath me. I looked up to glare at the person who had tripped me.
Lo and behold, it was Madison and her squad. They were all giggling as if it was the funniest thing that they had ever seen in their life. "Real mature," I roll my eyes at her.
"Maybe you should watch out where your going, skunk," She sneered. The other girls snickered behind her.
"Maybe you should watch where you stick your leg," I glared. I proceeded to sit at Violet's table.
"Hi," I say, completely forgetting the horrible run in I had with Madison. "We're in the same calculus class together."
"Oh yeah," she says. "I'm Violet Harmon. Don't worry about Madison. She's a bitch."
"Tell me about it." She laughs and we hi-five each other.
Violet was a pretty cool girl. She was a little shy but you could tell that she wasn't anything like Madison Montgomery, and by that I mean that wasn't a total bitch.
Just as we were talking about Madison and how stupid she was, a boy with red streaks in his dark brown hair approached the table. He was wearing a purple v-neck under a black vest, and black ripped skinny jeans.
"Hey pretty girl, ditch the freak and come sit with us," He gestured to a table surrounded by good looking students.
I stuck my tongue out in disgust, "Dude, no thanks I'd rather die than sit with someone like you."
He raised a brow, "Someone like me? You mean good looking?" "No, people with intelligence deficiency," I tell him with a smirk.
"Whatever, I was just trying to save you from freak dome. Your loss," He shrugs his shoulders, then returns back to his table.
Violet laughs, "Nice one," she says. "I know."
"His name's Tristan Duffy, in case you didn't know. He's one of the most popular guys in the school. He's also a model," Violet says.
My jaw dropped. "Really? That guy? Then again, you don't have to be smart to be a model."
She nods in agreement and takes a bite out of her sandwich. I was halfway done with mine when Kit appears behind Violet, Tate no where in sight. "I give up, I can't find him anywhere."
"Hi, I'm Kit Langdon. I take it you're new here as well?" He asks Violet.
"Actually no, I'm not."
His face pinched, realizing that he had made a mistake. "Sorry about that. What was your name again?"
"Violet. It's okay, most people don't notice me."
"I noticed you," I smiled at her.
She smiled back gratefully. "Thanks, that means a lot to me."
We finished our lunches and went back to class. It's going to be a long day.