I take a seat in math next to some boy with shoulder-length black hair and a pimple covered face, and a girl with curly blond hair and huge glasses. I sigh and start doodling in my notebook. Students file into the classroom and start chatting with friends. I scan the room to find a friend and find no one I'm close with.

Our math teacher, Miss Jennson, walks in. Her blond hair is tied into a professional bun, she's wearing a gray pencil skirt and a gray button up shirt. Her black pumps click on the tile floor with every step, giving her an aura of authority. The class immediately quiets down when her piercing green eyes scan the room.

"Good morning, class. I hope you all had a great summer. For those of you who don't know me, I am Miss Jennson. I will teach you everything and anything about 12th grade math. Everything taught will prepare you for adulthood," she explains.

The class stays quiet as she goes up to the white board and starts writing. The girl next to me pulls out a notebook and starts copying. I look from her to the board and pull out my notebook.

"I suggest you all start copying," Miss Jennson says, still writing on the board.

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After math, I gather my things and head to the restroom. I walk into the restroom and enter a stall. As I lock the door, the bathroom door opens, and I hear giggling and high pitched voices. I look through a crack and see the school's snobbiest girls, Jenny, Willow, and Ronny.

"Like O.M.G! Did you guys see what Layla was wearing? So 2012," Willow sneers, applying too much lipstick to her already too much make up face.

"Duh. Oh! I heard that Bethany was caught with Jack," Ronny gossips.

"But I thought Jack was with Anna?" Willow questions.

"Not anymore," Ronny says with a wicked grin as she fluffs her beach blond hair.

"That's what she gets for trusting him. Aren't we good people?" Jenny asks in amused tone. The other two girls laugh, as she flips her long, dark brown hair behind her.

Out of those three girls, Jenny is the leader. Her brown eyes can literally kill if she wanted to. Her dad owns our town's best car dealership, and her mom is a lawyer. On top of that, she's an only child, so she's spoiled rotten. Willow and Ronny just follow her around like lost puppies, hoping to get some scraps.

"So Jenny, how are you and Xaiver?" Willow asks, wiggling her plucked eyebrows.

Jenny fixes her hair and answers,"We're perfect. He asked me out in Science."

Willow and Ronny squeal.

"I need deats!" Ronny squeals.

Jenny smirks. "He asked me to go hang with him at the old barn tonight. It's obvious that we're gonna have a make out session, but I told him no."

"Why?" Willow gasps.

"He must beg for me, which he did. So I gave in to his charming eyes and agreed," Jenny answers.

The girls sigh in relief. Jenny rolls her eyes.

They finish up their make up and leave. I unlock the stall door, not really using the restroom. I walk up to the mirror and see a girl. I see she has green eyes, curly black hair, a button nose, and a dab of freckles. I see her straight teeth and ruby lips.

I see me.

I chuckle at myself and walk out of the bathroom. I hurry to my next class, which is English, and find a seat next to Jacy. She smiles at me and continues talking to her friend. A hand is placed on my shoulder, and I look up. 

Xaiver chuckles and takes a seat in front of me. I smile at him and poke him in his back. He turns around and sticks a tongue out at me.

"Why hello there, sugar. How are you?" I say in a country accent.

"I'm doin' mighty fine, Miss Callie. How are you?" Xaiver answers, copying the accent.

"I'm just peachy," I say, poking his nose. He laughs, and I feel someone's stare from across the room.

I take a quick look and see Jenny glaring at me. Oh joy, we have English together. Oh yeah, I'm real peachy.