03

« Hey ! You have the same name as that witch lady in Harry Potter ! » A ginger screamed at me.

« Hey ! You look like Ron Weasley ! » I shouted back at him.

This caused the class to erupt in laughter, and the ginger grinned back at me, laughing along with everyone else.

« Here you go Bella, » the teacher said, handing me a small stack of books.

I took them from him and headed to the empty seat in the back. As soon as I sat down, everyone stopped laughing and the whispering began again. The guy next to me kept sending me worried glances, which I ignored as I stacked my books on my desk, and opened my backpack to grab a pen.

Suddenly the door slammed open and all the whispering stopped. How cliché, now in will walk the most gorgeous guy in the world, I joked to myself.

Well. Hullo there.

Yes, in walked the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. My heart began racing as he made his way towards me.

Oh my god… Is he going to talk to me ?!

« Out of my seat, slut. »

My heart stopped pounding.

« Excuse me ? » I asked, coldness creeping into my tone.

He raised his eyebrows at me, surprised that I had actually responded instead of running away.

« Oh, you’re some British whore. »

My eyes widened and I looked at the teacher for help, but instead he just sat at his desk with his head in his hands.

« Get out of my seat. » The guy repeated, crossing his arms now.

« No. » I snapped glaring at the asshole.

« Excuse me ? » He asked, disbelief etched across his face.

« Did I stutter ? » I snarled, crossing my arms defiantly.

Gasps and whispers filled the room as everyone watched the guy and me. The next thing I knew, I was lifted up in the air, and dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the ground by the desk. My back pack was then thrown at me, along with my books. I sat there on the ground, mouth wide open, staring at the guy as he smirking at me.

« Babe, you might want to close your mouth unless you’re offering something, if you know what I mean. » He said with a wink.

Immediately my mouth shut close.

God… this is going to be a long day.

The rest of English was absolutely awful. Everyone kept looking back at me on the floor, giving me those irritating pity looks. The guy, on the other hand, paid no attention to the girl he had dumped onto the ground. As for the teacher, he didn’t say a word until after class, where he told me that he would have a desk brought in for me.

No, ‘Hey Bella, sorry for being a wuss and not controlling the class when that assh*le was being a jerk to you.’

Yeah… kind of hating this teacher already.

As soon as class was over, the guy nearly trampled me, being the first one to leave. As soon as I got out, I began my search for my locker.

Locker # : 143

Ha. Isn’t that cute ? -____-

I made my way past the barreling students coming my way, only to realize I had been going the wrong way.

« Damn it ! » I cursed under my breath.

A nearby girl talking with her group of friends looked over at me and smiled, making her way to me.

« New here ? » She asked

« Yeah… that obvious ? »

She laughed and pointed my file in my hand.

« Here, let me see your schedule. » She said, gently taking the sheet from my hands.

I watched her as she scanned through it, her eyes lighting up as she went down the list.

« We have every class together ! » She shrieked, hugging me. Baffled, I managed to give her a small hug back.

« Wait… if we have every class together, where were you during English ? » I asked, confused.

« Oh, yeah, I had a doctor’s appointment. » She explained, « What’s your locker number ? »

« I43. »

Her eyes widened and she looked ecstatic, « You’re right next to me ! »

I smiled at her as we started walking to the lockers.

« So, what’s your name ? » I asked casually.

« Jessica Poston, » She told me while directing me away from a swarm of student coming our way.