Of course, it doesn't seem like a hard rule to follow. But tell that to all of the girls on wattpad. Walk straight, don't use your phone and always look where you're going. Honestly, not that hard. You'll save yourself a lot of heartache by following this rule.

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"Goddamnit," I glare up at the boy who I ran into and he gives me a sheepish smile.

"I guess you should watch where you're going," He offers me his hand but I ignore it, standing up on my own.

"Yeah, and what's your name, Asshole?" I ask him, I don't recognize him and I don't care all that much but after falling on my ass calling him an asshole makes me feel better.

"I'm the new student." He tells me and I notice a slight English accent. If I were meeting him in a different circumstance I would have swooned but his presence is irritating me.

"Well, aren't you adorable? The student body is going to gobble you up in a second." I laugh sarcastically and spin on my heel to walk to my next class. The boy follows me and I walk faster, hoping he will get the idea and leave me alone.

"I'm surprised, everyone said American girls would be so sweet," He walks next to me, keeping my pace. I stop and turn to face him.

"Well they were wrong." His blue eyes are twinkling, amused by my behavior. I immediately hate the height difference because I have to tilt my head up to meet his eyes with a glare.

This time when I walk away, he doesn't follow me. Instead, I hear a shout, "Nice to meet you!"

I roll my eyes and walk into my class. What a psycho.

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"Hey," my best friend, Rowan greets me at our usual table, outside of the cafeteria and behind some classrooms.

Nobody comes out around here so we do whatever the hell we want. I grab my lighter and pull out my pack of cigarettes. I slide one out and light it. I inhale and exhale, immediately I feel more relaxed. I sigh and lean with my back to the table.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask between a puff of smoke. Rowan shrugs and continues eating from her bag of hot cheetos.

"You see the new kid?" She asks me and I nod my head.

"He's definitely going to be shark bait," she licks the red dust off of her fingers and I nod my head again.

The sky above us is cloudy and gray, just the way I like it. They hold the promise of rain, the promise of renewal and the promise of getting drenched. Who doesn't love getting drenched and then pissing off your teachers when you enter their classroom? I breathe in the scent of smoke and wetness. It's refreshing and just what I need to get through the rest of my first day of senior year.

I stand up from the bench as the bell rings to signal the end of lunch. I toss my cigarette to the ground and step on it, when I know it's out I throw it in the trash can behind the classrooms. Rowan hooks her arm around my shoulders and we walk back towards the classes as it begins to rain.

"What's your next class?" I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders. I snatch her schedule from the side of her bag and read it. She has English, the same as me. It's also our only class together.

"Finally, a class together," she leads us to the classroom and we walk through the doors.

At the front of the classroom a tall, old man stands with a smile plastered on his face. He has white hair and wears plaid. His smile slightly falters at my dripping hair and I give him a fake smile.

"Hello, girls. Please take your seats, class will start in a few minutes," he tells us and Rowan rolls her vivid green eyes at him but walks towards the back of the room.

Three girls are standing around a desk, with their boobs stuck out and their skirts pulled up. The one with the biggest boobs and the smallest top has bouncy dark brown hair giggles loudly, begging for attention. I feel bad for the unsuspecting male that she is planning on sinking her talons into.

The bell rings again, and everyone settles down except the three girls. The teacher at the front tries to get their attention.

"Excuse me, ladies, please sit down."

They don't give him a glance and they continue flirting. Fucking irritating idiots. They giggle and twirl their hair around their fingers.

"Can you sit the fuck down," I say loudly," some of us are here to learn English, not have an orgy."

The class bursts out laughing and the main girl turns and gives me a glare. Her blue eyes burn into mine and she walks over to my desk. Her followers sit down but of course, Lacey, the queen bee of this shit hole thinks she's above the rest of the student population.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were deaf," I frown at her, "I'll say it again."

"Excuse me, that's not necessary-" the teacher interjects but I ignore him.

"Sit the fuck down." Lacey glares at me and I glare back. The class is so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Um, excuse me, Ms. Lane?" The teacher speaks up and Lacey breaks her glare to turn to the teacher.

"Yes, Mr. Young, I'm so sorry about Taren and her PMS outburst." Lacey waltzes to her desk and slides in. When she turns back to me I flip her the bird. She flips her hair over her shoulder and looks ahead.

"It's quite alright. Just don't let it happen again, okay? Ms. Lane and Ms. Rivers?"

Lacey nods her head and I roll my eyes.

It's Teagan.