Note: Thanks for the reviews guys! I tried to make this one longer, so here's chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Horndogs
The teacher looked outraged, which just made me want to laugh because when I walked in he's reaction wasn't any better than the student's.
"Amber that is a very rude thing to ask! Apologize to"-
"It's allright sir, it's a valid question." I said, I turn back to Blondie "If you're asking what my nationality is, I'm Jamaican. But since I was born and raised in England and I have a British passport, I'm considered a British Citizen." I let my eyes sweep over the whole class, they were all staring at me, judging me. Except for one boy who was looking down at his notebook. He was scribbling furiously. I look back at Blondie, I'll have plenty of time to look at him later. "Got it?" The blonde flashes me an annoyed look and then nods.
"Okay Ms. Campbell please take a seat next to Lysander." He pointed at the same guy I was looking at. Even now he didn't look up from his notebook, it was like he was off in his own world.
Eyes follow me as I walk toward the back of the class. I tap Lysander's shoulder. "Excuse me, can you move your bag please?" I whisper.
He looks up from his notebook and I smile. He's gorgeous. I had a strange urge to pinch myself to see if he was real- he looked like he just stepped out of a fairy tale. A real Prince Charming. "Yes, of course." He replied.
Ugh, sometimes I hate school. I am grateful for education but lessons these days are ridiculous. Is "2x + y" going to get me a job? Is Cesar going to pay the bills? It is such a waste of precious time.
Rosalya and I walked to the lunch hall together, she said she wants to introduce me to her friends. I met Rosa in Maths and we got along well.
My mum is actually working at a clothing store, helping the owner with designs and materials. It turns out that Rosalya is his girlfriend.
I met Iris, Kim and Violette. Together we made an odd mix. But I had fun cracking jokes with them and Kim slowly started warming up to me. Before we knew it lunch was over and I had P.E. Well, it's called Gym here but oh well.
It turns out we have basketball, which is my favourite sport ever. I don't mean to be show off, but I'm pretty good at it. Kim and I walk in to the girl's changing while several girls stare at us.
"Why are they staring at us like we've got two heads?" I ask Kim.
"We don't get much new students here. Especially black ones." She answers bluntly.
"Yeah, I noticed." I whisper back. I slowly start changing. I'm not embarrassed like most girls would be, there's nothing for me to be embarrassed about. I used to be like that until I accepted myself and taught myself to love my body.
As I bend down to put on my shorts, I noticed that Blondie was staring at me. Probably looking for imperfections she could pick on later. If she only knew how little I cared. I smirk at her. Surprisingly, she suddenly turned red and turned toward the two girls that she's always with. I chuckle to myself.
We walk out and the coach divides us into two groups. Kim is the leader on my team and a boy was leader of the other team. He's hair somehow reminded me of period blood.
"You better not mess up, little girl." Kim says to me. "Little girl, I'm the same height as her!" It's true, we were both quite tall.
I raise an eyebrow "Little girl? Let me remind you that we're the same height Kim. And don't worry, I'm okay at basketball." And to lighten the mood I say, "We're probably gonna kick Carrot Head's arse." I smirk at her and she chuckles before turning serious again.
"Don't underestimate them, they're pretty good. Look out for the black guy too." She points at a tall guy with dreadlocks.
"Oooh, who's he?" I ask.
"Don't you dare Lynn!" she suddenly looks outraged "Ha, she's only known me for an hour but she know how much of a perv I am!"
"What, it's not like he's taken. Or is he. Maybe by you?" I tease. For a split second she looks absolutely flustered. And then she sneers at me. "Oh shut up!"
I chuckle mischievously. "Don't worry your secret's safe with me." I whisper
The whistle blows. The gym suddenly turns into a zoo. We're all fighting for the ball like it's a piece of me and we're hungry lions. This mess continues for what seems like hours. Suddenly, Kim gets the ball from a short guy and shouts "Lynn!" She throws the ball to me and I run for that basket while dribbling. One step closer…
I suddenly see a flash of red. Mr. Period Hair is in front of me, blocking and trying to take my basketball away. "I do not think so!" He may be about four inches taller than me, but I'm good at jumping. So I jump and throw and…
Yes! Our team shouts and hollers in victory. I high five Kim while she says "Good one." I may be a tad sweaty but I feel The Rush and that's all that matters.
I look back at Cherry Head. He looked like he'd just been slapped, the he looked annoyed. I smirk at him. Just then I hear someone behind me say: "She's hot!" I turn around and see a guy with a big group of friends. Obviously Mr. Popular-and-thinks-he's-all-that. He's moving toward me, he's hand reaching out toward...my butt! "Who does he think he is?!"
I grab his hand and twist it, just like they taught me in my self-defence lessons. His face contorts with pain while I say loudly: "What makes you think you can go around grabbing girl's butts? Maybe if you talk to a girl, get to know her, get in a darned relationship with her, maybe then you'll get the privilege of touching her. But until then sit your arse down and keep jerking it to porn, you horndog!" I drop his hand and walk away angrily, aware of all the people laughing at him.
After changing I came out to see Kim waiting for me. I wasn't expecting it, which must've shown on my face.
"I thought you might need a ride home." She answered my unasked question.
"I do, actually. Thanks." I smile at her. I didn't have a car, I never saw the point, but right now I'm exhausted.
"What you did with John was pretty great, you should've seen his face." She told me on the way out "But, be warned, you'll be on Amber's radar now. She's his girlfriend. More like his bitch." She says with disgust in her voice.
"Who's Amber? And what kind of boyfriend is he?" I ask
"Amber is the blonde bitch with her two little lapdogs."
"Oh, Ms. Barbie Face! Who cares, it was worth it. I just feel sorry for her. Her boyfriend probably cheated on her hundred times." I say. She shrugs as she gets into the car and says "It was her choice."
She turns on her music and puts on En Vogue's "Free Your Mind". I start to sing along and she joins in. We laugh and sing all the way home and I thought to myself:
"This is the start of a beautiful friendship."
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