Picture above is Sophie.

Sophie's POV

"Uh....um... my name?" I stuttered.

"Well yes I am assuming you have one," came the sarcastic voice of my new history teacher Mr.Ryans.

I stood there my face slowly turning a beetroot red. I examined the crowd in front of me. Jocks, the populars, the girly girls and the loners. Looks like I'll fit in I guess....

"Well new girl? Would you care to tell us your name?"

My...my n-name is.... is Sophie," I whispered un audible.

"What was that?" My teacher said mockingly. Wow I really don't like him.

"Sophie!" I said rather loudly..... more of a shout really. "Uh I mean my name is Sophie sir."

"Okay Sophie. Sit where you can find a seat I guess." He said gesturing towards the room.

I surveyed the room wondering what torture I should pick. I took my chance and walked to the back of the room, sitting next to a plump girl with pasty white skin.

"Hi," I whispered, in a hushed tone.

She sniffed at me and turned away as if looking at me would give her a disease.

Somebody's grumpy today. To my other side there was another girl, really pretty and tall, obviously the popular girl. I sighed glancing around the room, finally assessing my teacher after getting over my nerves and fear.

He was young and fit and I noticed how the girls stared at him, and not because they were interested in history. I tried to find one friendly face in this room but I was met with hostile looks and cold faces from the girls and disinterest from the guys.

Shortly after the bell rang. I was wandering around the school trying to figure out where my science class was and wondering why everyone was so horrible. I considered my outfit. Okay I was a bit underdressed but just because I didn't want to look like a slut doesn't mean I'm an uptight nun right? At the moment I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans. But compared to everyone else here I might as well have worn a dress that covered my neck to my toes. Yes, that's how bad it is.

I had to go to my locker because I left my science books in there and I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day.

I fumbled with my keys struggling to open the lock and failing, many times might I add.
I noticed a guy staring at me with an amused look on his face. I decided to challenge him.

"You got a problem over there?" I asked him. He raised an eyebrow and casually strolled over hooking one finger in his jeans.

"Nope. Just watching a cute girl trying to open a locker that says 69 when her locker is actually 96." He said smirking.

I stared at him, embarrassed but I didn't blush.

"And you know this because......"

"Because that just happens to be my locker," he says, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh right. I guess they picked numbers to suit people then right?" I said winking at him, making sure to saunter over to my proper locker, aware of the fact that he's still staring at me.

"Well duh! You do know who I am right?"he says. I remember him in the front row, when I announced my name.

"You're Adam right?" I said uncertainly, trying to remember. What am I saying? I don't have a clue who this person is.

He glared at me.

"Hey I'm new here, dude, go easy on me!" I exclaimed, hands up gangster style.

"Actually, I don't think I want you to know my name," he smirked.

I looked at him. What the hell?!?

"Okaaaaaaaay," I said eventually, after a long silence. "Who says I want to know it?"

"Oh believe me! You'll be begging to know my name soon enough," and with that he model walked away. And don't tell me model walked isn't a word. Once you see this guy, you'll know what I'm talking about.

But really!? All of this because I didn't know his name?

I huffed and tried the key in my new locker. And of course it easily unlocked and I quickly took out my books and hurried to my class. Luckily for me it was right beside the lockers.

I timidly knocked on the door and a middle aged female voice told me to come in. I stepped inside and I felt everybody's stare burning into my face. I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Ummm I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm new here and I got lost," I lied. Thankfully she believed me and I didn't even have to introduce myself.

All the seats were filled with the exception of one beside a pretty hostile looking guy. I have a feeling nobody was sitting next to him for a reason.

"Excuse me, miss where do I sit?" I asked, begging God to make her not see the spare seat.

"There's a seat there beside Andy," she replied, gesturing towards that grumpy looking thing in the corner.

Well thanks God...

I sighed and slowly made my way over to Andy and then when I thought nothing could get any worse we had to do group work with the people at our tables.

Well, NOW things can't get any worse

That's when I realised that the arrogant guy who's locker is 69 was at the same table.

I hate that stupid saying that things can't get worse. They can ALWAYS get worse if you're me.

As soon as I sat down and the teacher told us our work (to do an experiment...... this is going to turn out very VERY bad) the chatting started.

"Well hello, little girl who's going to be begging for my name very soon," the guy said. There was 6 people at the table including me. I couldn't help but notice I was the only gender difference at the one table in the room. Meaning all the girls were sitting together and all the boys were sitting together. With the exception of me. Little old me.

"No way, you know this kid?" another guy asked smirking with his mates.

"What age are you exactly?" I questioned, annoyed with all the little girl stuff.

"Well people usually tend to ask my name first. Or how good I am in b-"

"Okay!" I interrupted him and put my hand up. "I don't want to know thanks."

"Aw," he said with his hand pressed to his chest in mock hurt. "Words hurt, baby girl. My name is Alex, I'm 17 years old and I'll have you know, all have reported that I am very good in-"

"Thanks for the info," I said snidely.

"Aw you picked up a cute one here Jackson!" Alex says.

"For Gods sake I'm a year younger than you!" I turned to Jackson. "And now I know your name!" I stuck my tongue out at him, in order to celebrate my victory.

"Darling, that's my surname."

Authors note:

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