Isabella's P.o.v

"To be successful, you have to be one of the three bees; the hardest working bee, the Queen Bee or the bee that just doesn't fit in,"

And this my friend, was how I first met, the queen bee__

They say she's sassy and bold, lively and gorgeous, powerful and you know, fit-to-be-a-queen, but I'm so not sorry to break it out to all of you. In this present world, both future and past, no queen bee ever acquires such qualities.

Veronica Walker is a very good example of an overly aggressive, very selfish and manipulative queen. A too confident girl who is not just wealthy and spoilt, but also someone who appears to be my bully. She is beautiful, I can't disagree with that, but her heart is as dark and ugly as it will ever be.

It all started on a normal school day, apparently my second day in Blairwood. I darted out of the clinic ward after getting my wounded leg treated, took a few tablets from the nurse, Mrs Dean and walked to where my locker was only to be welcomed by a few irksome whispers from the 'Gossip Girls',

"Isn't that the new girl from Texas?"

"Oh, the new bitch? News has it, she's finally snatched our captain into her trap."

"You mean Ryan? Yes, I saw him carry her bridal style earlier today."

"Are they really dating?"

SLAM

I kicked my locker shut in utter annoyance after exchanging a few books and grabbing the items I needed for my fifth class. Just so you know, this is exactly how my day's finally turned out to be. Funnily enough, I recently got here, and now I appear to be the whole center of everyone's discussion. Oh, why is that?

It's all because of him, Ryan!

Most of them believe we are dating.

How could we ever date?

And to make it worse, they blamed it all on me, claiming I had lured or put a spell on him or something, because their captain, never goes for cheap poor girls. And no, they didn't stop at that, but also referred to me as a green snake under the green grass. To them, I just look or appear innocent, but I'm nothing but those nouns. I am an adorable little whore and my only aim here was to snatch boyfriends. Seriously???

Tell you what! Guys don't even know I exist. So you can say I have never dated a guy before. Yeah, I'm just another normal teen girl, focused on nothing other than my future aims.

I just hate it! I hate it when people gossip unnecessary about me. It's sickening!

Trespassing past the hallway, I had a number of glares from some typical pesky girls, the type of students who are mostly involved with the, whispering, gossiping thingie. Somewhat I felt like this school should have been named Gossip high instead, It would have been perfect that way.

Completely ignoring everyone, I headed towards my Physics class, took a sit at the back, mostly trying to avoid the attention, as I would have preferred sitting at the middle due to the fact I happen to be average heightened, not tall.

The whole class was in chaos.

A number of kids left their seats and formed groups, all talking loquaciously, mostly worthless talks about Hollywood stars and their lastest movies; the guys, mostly about football or soccer games. One of the dry things I believe I really hate about school. Either way, the teacher entered, but that wasn't enough to stop the noise though.

"For today's lessons class, we will be continuing from our last topic," Mr Howard, my Physics teacher, pratically cleared his throat, as usual, trying to get everyone's attention to himself and most importantly, what he was teaching.

Well, let me give you a recap about this typical class of mine.

As always, my so-called classmates are either playing or typing busily on their phones, some ridiculously typical girls literally doing all kinds of selfies in the class, while some are either involved in gossips or chitchatting about newfangled latest news in the school, while pratically chewing their gums loquaciously only to stuck them under their chairs or empty lockers after the end of the class.

And today, their gossip centers around two mysterious people. 'The new girl,' which unfortunately happens to be me, and a blondie that bears the name, 'Veronica' who appears to be some popular girlie that every student knows so well. According to Luna, she happens to be the leader of some clique popular female group.

I, I'm just there actually. Half listening. Half distracted. When the lessons start to get boring, what I do is stare blankly at the teacher, pretending I'm an attentive listener while literally thinking about entirely something else.

"So, according to the explanations I gave last class, who can give a brief explanation on the term, 'Motion'," the whole class suddenly grew quiet. That's weird but not like I noticed anyway since I was literally inattentively engrossed in scribbling some random lines on a plain sheet of paper, apparently what I mostly indulge myself with whenever I'm bored.

"I said, who can briefly explain our last class topic," The teacher repeated again and I could swear, I almost felt everyone staring at me, but maybe I was just over thinking it.

"Hey, the brunette over there," I looked up and just like I predicted, everyone, most especially the teacher all had their eyes on me. Great!

"Can you stand up and explain to everyone what we talked about last class," Mr Howard continued with crossed arms literally glaring angrily at me.

Even though, this was technically a supposed to be plan or logic of trying to punish an unserious student of his, I, as a matter of fact, found his subject very easy. I'm a book worm remember, not like I'd want to brag about it but literally the best amongst the best in all my classes. Well, without any hesitation, I quickly started to respond to the given question.

"According to the last class, you said a motion..."But not until I was immediately cut off by a blondie.

"A motion can be defined as the movement of an object from one point to another when acted upon a force. It is also referred as the position of an object from one point to another with reference to time." The supposed to be 'Mrs know all' pratically stated with mischievous smiles on her face, before settling down camly on her seat, most likely quite satisfied with the sudden vexatious act of hers. It was her, Veronica.

"Very well Miss Walker!" The teacher preened smilingly and the whole class roared with a round of applause immediately he made out those few statements.

Of course, my dear classmate pratically waved them off proudly before pushing her beautiful blonde hair behind her ears, her whole attitude clearly showing how noble and self important she felt she was.

"By the way, I am so glad to have my favourite student back in our midst." As if that was not enough, he added, smiling cheerfully at her.

But seriously, she pratically broke into my spot light, I mean, who doesn't know what a 'Motion' means? Just who? I just literally rolled my eyes and shrugged hopelessly.

"And as for you Miss Moore," The time for my judgement suddenly approached as the teacher stared at me this time,"What happens to an unserious student that fails to listen in the class?"

"They get pardoned and warned never to repeat the same act again." I simply shrugged. Well, in most of my classes, that is literally what always happens. Easy peasy!

"Wrong! Such students should be taken to where they actually belong,"He responded in an irking manner. Okay, now what?

"And where do they belong to Moore?" He quizzed again and I literally frowned a bit, getting tired of Mr Boring's interrogation. I mean, cut me some slack, she interrupted me. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I replied.

"School?" I mean students generally, whether serious or unserious both belong to academics right?

"Detention!" He exclaimed paving way for laughter and mockery from every typical student in the class as they all jeered, making full jest of me.

My jaw automatically dropped to the ground in utter disrray.

It all sounded like a nightmare, a freaking living nightmare. Because never have I ever belonged or even had any cause to go to the 'Detention' I was very attentive last class, I swear. And as you all know, I was pratically about to reply to his question before the MKA interrupted (that is, Mrs Know All).

Most likely angered and furious, I frantically lingered my head towards my offender, and to my surprise, a devlish satisfied smirk suddenly crept up to her face. My empty brain screamed at the maddening sight.

"Who the heck is she?" I slammed my locker hard the second time that day, still seething and mostly irked and annoyed at the thought of getting into detention.

"What did that thing ever do to you?" And there came a voice from a bored Luna, a girl who completely detests school and is probably ranking first or close to breaking the world's biggest record of the laziest bone on planet earth.

"It's more like something it didn't do, but apparently appears to be my only option to letting out my verge of anger on. I'm afraid as long as that bitch stays, this locker is going to have to suffer from my own hands for a while," I blurted out dryly emitting a disappointed nod from Luna who just let out a heavy sigh in response.

"Speaking of the devil," She trailed off and I followed to where her eyes had landed on.

It was no other person than my new nemesis, Veronica Walker, and not just her, my cousins too, Amelia and Audrey, walking sides with her.

And there she was, catwalking past the hallway with a group of most likely popular or famous members, my two cousins one on her left, the other, on her right. They were mostly all round females. You know like those kind of typical movies you watch, Mean girls? Gossip girls? Name them all but this girls totally fit perfectly in those characters.

Their leader in front was the blondie herself, Veronica. With her very long wavy golden curls, cascading smoothly down her waist, she pratically sashayed with her very tall high heels, literally towering over everyone behind her.

Her heavy makeup fit perfectly with the amount of mascara she was wearing, dragging the attention of every typical guy in the hallway, and her stunning hazel eyes had it all, as it glittered and shimmered melting every guys heart.

She my friend was the true definition of a queen bee.

I watched as she walked past the hallway but not before taking a small glance at me, the devlish smirk still plastered on her face. But as strange as it sounds, she looked quite familiar. I took a picture of her closely, and that was when it struck me,

It was the same girl I had collided with earlier this morning.

They say, you should NEVER mess with the Queen Bee and I guess I probably broke that first rule. It was all her plan after all. The mangled leg, the humiliation and finally the detention fiasco.

I know what I must have looked like, utterly surprised, jaws wide opened, eyes widening in shock and me looking like I was going to strangle her to death while watching as she winked at me before walking off for lunch with the other dumb mates of hers.

Either way, I finally turned to glance at myself in the small mirror attached to the wall of the locker door, studying my whole reflection. Instead, I let out a sigh at the blatant effort I had given my appearance while getting ready for school this morning.

Who am I kidding? I could never match up to a girl like her.

Letting out another sigh, I came back to reality. Dropped my binder and closed my locker carefully this time. I turned around again, but only to meet my worst nightmare standing and leaning on the other locker close to mine. It was him.

Again!