Much to Massie's dismay, the morning goes by very uneventful, although someone in her friend group is in at least one of her other morning classes. Even more to her dismay, Malik is not in any of them. Damn. Thankfully for her friends though, her friends haven't tried to reconcile with her just yet, probably sensing her annoyance is still very much there from this morning. By the time lunch rolls around her mood hasn't improved, she was no longer pissed, but now more or less cranky.
When she opens the door to the lunch room, she sees three of her four friends sitting at a circle table chatting happily, probably about their first morning in high school. Massie sighs, moving with confidence towards the girls, who stop talking as she approaches. "Hey Mass" Dylan says attempting to gauge her mood. "Hey ladies, how was everyone's morning? Where's Leesh?" Massie tosses her bag into the chair next to her. "She had to go meet with some teacher or something… Listen Mass…" Kristen twirls a blonde strand of hair "Apology accepted. Listen, I didn't mean to be all bitchy or anything this morning, but come AWN. We are in high school now, we can't keep acting like babies, we need to be mature women." "I AH-GREE" Alicia states appearing from nowhere, taking her seat "I was thinking about it too and you were deff right. We've got to start acting like high schoolers and NAWT 8th graders." The other girls nod in agreement with Alicia.
Massie sits back in her chair smiling happily. These were the girls she was hoping to find at lunch. "Okay!" she calls bringing their attention back to the alpha "What's been going on with everyone, we need the beginning of high school gossip points". "I'll start!" Dylan taps the table with her imaginary gavel. All the girls turn to face her. "As most of you know, Ryan and Jamie both go to school here, and because of this I scored us an ex-ca-lusive invite to the upperclassmen back-to-school-bash" "Dyl!" Massie squeals luhving her friend's connections. "That's got to be at least 50 points!" Massie contemplates and shrugs "I'll award 30" Dylan pumps her fist in the air, happy to be given so many points. "Okay, me next" Alicia calls opening her planner to jot down Dylan's points. "Go then" Massie urges knowing they only have so long for lunch and she wanted to get her gossip in before the ride home where Isaac would be snooping. "I met a really ca-ute boy in my intro to journalism class AND he's a junior!"
Massie inwardly rolls her eyes "Alicia, where's the actual gossip?" "Getting there! Anyway, he's a really hot junior and he totally likes me back. He kept looking over at me all class period" "Probably because the top 3 buttons on your polo are undone" Dylan coughs taking a bite from a carrot stick. "Shut up Dyl" Alicia snaps and Massie sighs. "Okay, well that's not worth any points, and neither is mine but you're going to listen anyway. I also met a really cute boy" the other girls all exchange glances knowingly that Massie was criticizing Alicia's gossip when hers was the exact same. "His name is Malik. We even have the same name things going on Mah-see and Mah-lik" "Cute Mass" Kristin nods. Finishing her salad. "I guess Dylan wins lunch gossip then?" Massie shrugs looking around the table for confirmation. There's nothing wrong with not being the winner. SOMETIMES.
The bell rings signaling the end of lunch and the four girls head for the hallway chatting lightly about the classes that are ahead of them after lunch when they hear someone behind them "Hey girlies, what did I miss?" they turn to find their other beautiful blonde friend adjusting her hand-me-down Vera Bradley backpack. "Claire!" they all squeal hugging their friend. "How was the morning?" "Great! How was the doctor?" Kristen asks switching out her books for the afternoon "Fine I guess. Nothing big" Claire shrugs. "Okay Claire and Alicia, you're with me now in home ec, ready?" Massie shifts her books to one side of her arm. The other two girls shuffle off behind their alpha where Kristen and Dylan part ways to go to their respective classrooms.
Kristen
Although physical education is typically EVERY girl's least favorite class, Kristen secretly loved it and enjoyed being one of the better athletes at OCD, she hoped this would carry on to WestPrep, but she is intimidated by the high schoolers. "Okay student! This quarter we're going to be doing soccer as our sport." The teacher calls the attention of the class. Although the female population groan as a result, Kristen is inwardly dancing with joy. "How many people have actually played the sport competitively before?" A couple hands went up here and there from various boys and a couple girls that probably only played in second grade. Kristen, of course, shot her hand up proudly that she was able to attest to that. Unknowing to her that people around her were rolling their eyes at the overexcited freshman.
Dylan
Sitting in English class, Dylan contemplated asking to go to the bathroom, and not returning, but of course that probably wasn't the best impression for the first day. Plus, if she got a detention she couldn't be able to hear the afternoon gossip on the ride home, so that wouldn't work. So instead, she focused on her freshly done manicure and her mind drifted to what she would get done the next time. "Miss. Marvin, what do you think about the syllabus?" the teacher calls from the front, bringing Dylan back to the present. "Uhm, I think that it's laid out really nicely, but I don't exactly understand your homework policy, can you explain that part again?" she smiles sweetly, totally catching the teacher off guard that she may have been paying attention. She begins on again explaining it to the class how she only accepts late work on certain circumstances, and blah blah blah. Dylan just prided herself on being able to pay attention without actually paying attention. I mean, what kind of teacher ACTUALLY tries to teach on the first day? Wasn't the first week, just supposed to be laid back? This year was going to blow.
Claire
Claire sighs flipping through the ridiculously long syllabus packet for home economics. I mean, what's so hard about cooking and stuff? The ruffling next to her brings the blonde from her trance, causing her to look up at her petite black haired lab partner searching through her backpack. "How have you managed to lose something already? It's the first day?" Claire asks as an attempt at humor. "I'm not very organized if you can't tell" The small girls glances at her and then back in the backpack. Claire couldn't for the life of her already remember her name. After a minute her partner finally gives up on finding whatever she thinks is in that backpack and looks back over at Claire "What's your name again?" she asks raising an eyebrow. "Oh! My name's Claire!" She says thankful that this girl asked before she did. But instead of responding with her name, the girl turns back to the front of the room.
"Uhm, you didn't say yours" Claire stutters slightly embarrassed that she had to ask after all. "I told you when I sat down" The girl rolls her eyes doodling on the syllabus. "I apologize, I forgot…" "That sucks, it's going to be a long semester not knowing your lab partners name" The black haired beauty laughs coldly. "But I—" "Quite frankly dear, I don't care. We may be the same age, and we may have never met before but that doesn't mean I don't know about you. Even though I went to a different middle school I heard all about your little clique and how you girls thought you owned OCD. That may have been the case over there, but it's not here, I'm not going to kiss your ass and bow down to your "pretty committee" or whatever you were, so you can forget all about that happening in this lifetime." "That's not—" Claire stutters before being cut off by the bell. "Just save it blondie" The girl shrugs her backpack on and stomps from the room. This is going to be much different from middle school…
Alicia
It's beyond annoying that when they walked in the room for home ec they were split up into different lab partners. Although Alicia didn't love or hate the girl she was paired up with, she didn't really think it was fair that the teacher could "play god" and choose whoever the hell she wanted to. It was definitely a topic she'd be bringing up with her lawyer father at dinner tonight. At least she could text Samuel and also complain about the class
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Hey hottie ;) how's the afternoon going 4 u? Alicia smiles tapping furiously away on the keyboard to Samuel.
Hey! Not bad, but home ec sucks :(
Eww
Rite! Does it get any better?
I wish :/
Damn!
Hey, but at least I can talk 2 u :)
Tru :/
"Miss. Rivera, are you still with us?" the teacher asks waiting for Alicia to join then back on Earth, rather than fantasy land. "Yes Mrs. Matthews. I apologize" she smiles innocently towards the teacher, who skeptically moves on with the syllabus, although Massie sends her a look as well, which is more intimidating than the teacher being mad at her. Alicia sighs throwing her blackberry into her Birkin bag and waits for the end of class so she can go back to being to talking with Sam. At least someone understand her.
Massie
"What the hell is going on with my friends?" Massie mentally asks herself watching her two best friends both acting really weirdly during home ec. Like, she understood their frustration with then having lab partners they didn't know, but at least they HAD a partner. When they came in the room, the teacher basically assigned Massie to an empty table and told her that her partner would be there later on. Whatever, as if she even wanted a lab partner. It definitely didn't seem all that great watching Claire struggle with the girl she was sitting with, and from the looks of it the stranger didn't act like she was all that thrilled either. And then there's Alicia who's very obviously on her phone, the point where she didn't even hear the first time the teacher was attempting to get her attention. Although Alicia is someone who is normally glued to her phone anyway, she's always paying attention in class, so who knew what that was all about.
Massie mentally considers how dangerous it was for her friends to be so careless in this class. Could they really burn down the school? What would happen if they burned it down? What school would they go to then? Surely not a public high school. Massie shuddered at the thought, deciding to return to listening to Mrs. Matthew's boring explanation of the syllabus, as though they haven't been hearing basically the same thing all day, so instead Massie draws on the top corner. "Sorry for being late Mrs. Matthews" a voice calls from the door, causing everyone to look over, including Massie. "Oh yes, Mr. Henderson, thank you for showing up. You can have a seat over there with your lab partner, Miss. Block" As the teacher continues what she was going on and on about, the boy sits and turns to Massie smiling "Well hello there Miss. Block" he smiles innocently. "Hello again Malik".
Thanks for following my story so far! I'm trying to update at least once a week since it's still so early into the story. Please R&R so I know how I'm doing! Thanks again!
