New Students
723 Words
ALISHA
“Alisha, come see this…!”
Remy half-dragged me out of the classroom despite the fact that I was limping.
“What is it, Remy?” I whined, the pain in my ankle flaring up along with my stress about school. Point of information: I hate school.
“The new students… oh my God! They are so gorgeous!” she squealed.
I shrugged, unable to believe she’d pulled me out of my seat, straining my already injured ankle, just to see new students. I was definitely going to kill her.
“You mean you got me out of class to see new students?” I asked, still unsure if I’d heard her right. But no...no lies, no guilt. Remy being Remy.
I was still annoyed until I saw *him*.
The guy from yesterday.
The arrogant one.
Okay—fine—the cute one.
The one who knocked me down.
Well… school was suddenly looking fun.
“You see? I told you you’d drool, and that’s exactly what you’re doing,” Remy said triumphantly.
I smacked her head playfully. She knew boys weren’t my thing and this wouldn’t change that. I didn’t want him. I wanted revenge for his arrogance.
“Isn’t that the guy who knocked you down yesterday?” Ketlyn asked.
I nodded.
“And I’m sure as hell going to get revenge for that arrogance,” I replied with an evil smirk, high-fiving Remy, who was fully on board.
“No more trouble, Alisha. You’ve already had a suspension,” Ket warned, her tone serious.
Which, of course, only made Remy and me more determined.
“And the chick looks like she doesn’t know her place either,” Remy whispered in my ear.
We giggled when we caught Ket’s curious but warning glare, then headed to class.
Remy and I had all our classes together, except biology and physics, which we shared with Ket. Our first class was Literature. As usual, Remy and I took the back seats where we could talk without interruption.
“Good morning, class,” the teacher greeted. A few students replied before the room erupted in murmurs as the hottest girl I had ever seen walked in.
She was undeniably pretty! prettier than me! and classy, but there was something arrogant about her demeanor. I could tell she knew it.
The teacher introduced her. New student. Blah blah blah—unimportant.
She took the seat Mia and Avalon had saved for her. They clearly knew each other.
I hit my forehead in frustration. Mia and Avalon were already enough trouble and now a third queen?
God, senior year was going to be endless.
After first period, Remy and I headed out for second period—Physics. My worst class. Actually, scratch that. I hate Physics. And Math. Don’t judge me...I hate school.
Remy left for treatment at the school clinic, leaving me rushing alone. My leg hurt like hell, and quote me I was late.
I stopped at my locker, grabbed my books, and hurried down the hall. That’s when I bumped into someone. No...*crashed* into someone.
I flinched as pain shot through my leg. My books fell. So did someone’s phone.
“s**t. Watch where you’re going,” he snapped.
His voice would’ve been perfect if it didn’t say such annoying things.
I looked up—and met his beautiful blue eyes. I hated myself for admitting it, but they were mesmerizing.
“Well, maybe if you were watching where *you* were going, we wouldn’t have collided,” I snapped back, bending to pick up my stuff despite the pain.
“You’re just… clumsy,” he muttered as he helped gather everything before walking away.
What just happened?
Was that guilt? No...he didn’t apologize yesterday. So definitely not guilt.
Did he really just call me clumsy?
My anger simmered as I reached class.
“Miss Lodge, you’re late,” the teacher said sharply.
I rolled my eyes. “I know,” I muttered before sitting next to Ket.
“You will never change,” he said, handing me a detention slip.
I refused, explaining that I had to go to the hospital and that I was late because of my bruised ankle. He dismissed it and moved on.
And just like that, the day continued—smoothly, but with tension hanging in the air.
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