Oh My God, You Like Her? But I Thought You Were Enemies!, chapter 1
"IS THAT ANY WAY TO BEHAVE IN CLASS? YOU ACT AS THOUGH YOU WERE RAISED BY WILD ANIMALS!" The principal of West Cali High school practically screamed at the new student, Kara Brooke. "IS THAT HOW YOUR PARTENTS LET YOU ACT, AND YOU JUST EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT?"
Kara shrugged and smirked.
"Well, sure, I'm not a complete idiot."
The principal stood, sweating and breathing heavily. Kara laughed as she recalled that morning. She had stepped onto the pavement from the bus on the first day of school, her discmen blaring in her ears, her black and blue hoodie with the hood down, revealing a took covered pony-tail of long black hair. Her jeans were slightly baggy, and dragged on the ground as her sneaker-covered feet dragged on through the yard.
Of course, people stared. And things went pretty good. She talked to a few people, got to know the environment. It was a hell of a lot better than her older school, and she though for once, things would turn out good.
But then there would be no story, now would there be?
Kara had stepped into the new classroom, sat in the middle, and started chatting with the girl next to her. Her name was Angie. She soon met up with a pair of green eyes, and black shaggy hair. Kara was met face to face with a boy her age, leaning in front of her so close his breath was on her.
She pushed him back a bit.
"Can I help you? Or did the school shrink do enough?" Kara said jaggedly.
"Your in my spot. See this is my girlfriend- and you should get up." The voice said.
"Ah what crawled up your ass and died, Billie Joe?" Angie said, laughing. "Leave her alone, she's new."
"Yah. Billie." Kara said, smirking.
"I don't care if she's new, this is my spot!"
"I don't see your name anywhere, asshole." Kara said, evilly. Inwardly she was sorting out her mixed feelings. He was so... cute! But taken... and a real asshole too.
"Actually... " Billie pointed to scratched initials. "B.J.A, Billie Joe fucking Armstrong, now move it."
"Oh piss against the wind, will you?" Kara cried. "Leave me alone."
Billie wouldn't leave, and kept pestering them. Kara finally got fed up and smashed her binder over his head. Papers fell out here and there, and Billie crusaded to the ground. Kara smiled triumphantly and sat down, while the teacher screamed at her to get out. As she stood up, Angie whispered in Kara's ear-
"It's alright. He's just got a crush."
"And you don't mind?"
"He'll forget it as soon as he got it."
Kara shrugged and went down to the principal's office.
***
"So what do you have to say for yourself?"
The principal crossed his arms. His face turned into a prune like-twist, and his short and stoutness became more... visible. His glasses tipped down his nose, and his tie curled up over his orange and yellow plaid shirt. He was bald, all except for the sides of his head.
"Uh... How about I say something for you buddy? Build a bridge... " Kara stood, grabbing her bag. "And get the fuck over it."
The principal was speechless as she left the room.
"I'm calling your parents, you get back here! Get back here! KARA BROOKE YOU GET BACK HERE NOW BEFORE I CALL YOUR PARENTS AND YOU'LL BE IN BIG TROUB... "
Kara blocked him out with her music. She passed by Billie Joe, who was out in the hall. He scowled at her. As she walked away to skip the rest of the day at the mall, he attempted to trip her. She fell and took him down with her.
"Bitch."
"Whore."
She ran out the doors, her music still blaring. Billie Joe could hear The Ramones- My Sharona. He felt his heart melt. She was perfect- saucy, really good taste in music from what he knew, and looked like she was a model. He really liked her, and it wasn't like he liked his girlfriend- he could feel his heart pounding.
"That bitch'll regret meeting me!" he said, reassuring himself that he couldn't like her... he knew he did, but for the time being she was his enemy, and his enemies were really his enemies.
Little did he know, but this was about to be the best senior year he could ask for.
Welll... maybe...
Kara shrugged and smirked.
"Well, sure, I'm not a complete idiot."
The principal stood, sweating and breathing heavily. Kara laughed as she recalled that morning. She had stepped onto the pavement from the bus on the first day of school, her discmen blaring in her ears, her black and blue hoodie with the hood down, revealing a took covered pony-tail of long black hair. Her jeans were slightly baggy, and dragged on the ground as her sneaker-covered feet dragged on through the yard.
Of course, people stared. And things went pretty good. She talked to a few people, got to know the environment. It was a hell of a lot better than her older school, and she though for once, things would turn out good.
But then there would be no story, now would there be?
Kara had stepped into the new classroom, sat in the middle, and started chatting with the girl next to her. Her name was Angie. She soon met up with a pair of green eyes, and black shaggy hair. Kara was met face to face with a boy her age, leaning in front of her so close his breath was on her.
She pushed him back a bit.
"Can I help you? Or did the school shrink do enough?" Kara said jaggedly.
"Your in my spot. See this is my girlfriend- and you should get up." The voice said.
"Ah what crawled up your ass and died, Billie Joe?" Angie said, laughing. "Leave her alone, she's new."
"Yah. Billie." Kara said, smirking.
"I don't care if she's new, this is my spot!"
"I don't see your name anywhere, asshole." Kara said, evilly. Inwardly she was sorting out her mixed feelings. He was so... cute! But taken... and a real asshole too.
"Actually... " Billie pointed to scratched initials. "B.J.A, Billie Joe fucking Armstrong, now move it."
"Oh piss against the wind, will you?" Kara cried. "Leave me alone."
Billie wouldn't leave, and kept pestering them. Kara finally got fed up and smashed her binder over his head. Papers fell out here and there, and Billie crusaded to the ground. Kara smiled triumphantly and sat down, while the teacher screamed at her to get out. As she stood up, Angie whispered in Kara's ear-
"It's alright. He's just got a crush."
"And you don't mind?"
"He'll forget it as soon as he got it."
Kara shrugged and went down to the principal's office.
***
"So what do you have to say for yourself?"
The principal crossed his arms. His face turned into a prune like-twist, and his short and stoutness became more... visible. His glasses tipped down his nose, and his tie curled up over his orange and yellow plaid shirt. He was bald, all except for the sides of his head.
"Uh... How about I say something for you buddy? Build a bridge... " Kara stood, grabbing her bag. "And get the fuck over it."
The principal was speechless as she left the room.
"I'm calling your parents, you get back here! Get back here! KARA BROOKE YOU GET BACK HERE NOW BEFORE I CALL YOUR PARENTS AND YOU'LL BE IN BIG TROUB... "
Kara blocked him out with her music. She passed by Billie Joe, who was out in the hall. He scowled at her. As she walked away to skip the rest of the day at the mall, he attempted to trip her. She fell and took him down with her.
"Bitch."
"Whore."
She ran out the doors, her music still blaring. Billie Joe could hear The Ramones- My Sharona. He felt his heart melt. She was perfect- saucy, really good taste in music from what he knew, and looked like she was a model. He really liked her, and it wasn't like he liked his girlfriend- he could feel his heart pounding.
"That bitch'll regret meeting me!" he said, reassuring himself that he couldn't like her... he knew he did, but for the time being she was his enemy, and his enemies were really his enemies.
Little did he know, but this was about to be the best senior year he could ask for.
Welll... maybe...
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