High school nightmare

Oh look, there are nice people

(A/N: Wow published this and allready pretty high. Dang. Well, either I'm actually a good writer or people are EXTREMELY bored. Thanks ^_^ Anyway, I guess I should update a bit)

I went to my locker and allready I got the threats. "Robot, freak show, mute.." I look at the others. I stood back and took a photo, then tore them off. I opened my locker to see a letter in there. I opened it, rolling my eyes.

"Meet me after school. Just a little way to make up. Front, kapeesh?" It read. No signature. Jesus, want to fight allready? I took a picture of that and shoved it in a folder, and wrote every single insult down. I then went to my next class. I introduced myself and sat in the corner.

Because... Well. I tend to learn better in corners. I need walls around me to isolate sound. It's wierd. I'm not that emo kid or anything.. Ok yeah I'm kinda emo. But not emo enough to hide in a corner and cut. Not that all emo people are depressed...
Agh. Never mind.

I got my stuff out for the GT English class. Yep, GT. I guess I can call myself a nerd too. Bell rang, no teacher.

Five minutes of absolute bordem and I look up from my book to see a tall, slender man with a white tshirt, glasses, and pants to walk in with a MacBook. Lord, Apple products. They scare me. "Sorry, class. Traffic is a nightmare..." He muttered. He looked up to see me. "Oh. Seems we have a new student. I'm Mr. Woulf. No, I'm not forcing you to stand up here and ramble about yourself. Pointless. Just know this class is hard." He had a serious tone to his voice, and I noticed a slight German accent. His blond spiky hair was not helping at all. I sighed in relief, and nodded. "Anyway!" And class started.

Afterwards, I had only more death threats on my locker. I took a photo, then my face was slammed into it. "What? Need to remember them for a diary?" The blonde I remembered from earlier teased. "Nope. Just need a reminder how worthless you think I am and how you really are. Becides, I need something to come back with. Might as well do it with your own pathetic insults." I replied, shoving him off of me and opening my locker. "Oh, so now she speaks insults! What are you, an Autistic freak that's sencitive to-"

I kicked him in the nuts. Hard. He curled up in a ball and whined. "Call anyone with autism a freak again and see what happens. Becides, we just see everything differently. Like you- you may be strong to everyone, but really you just need something to look down on so you aren't looked down on. You may think you're a good running back, but really the quarter back is just better than everyone else and the whole team sucks." I replied. I heard Mr. Woulf chuckling, but he stopped, then went up to me.

"Thanks for standing up for yourself. However, that gives you no right to hurt him. However, I will let you off on this one seeing how the first day is a lot of pressure." He scolded, helping the blonde up. "By the way, what is your name?" I asked the blonde.

"Like I'd tell-"

"His name is Ashton. You're, beautiful?" The brunette from earlier replied.

I got a good look at him- Average height, but a quarterback build. His eyes were a stormy grey with hints of blue- and tan. Of course. Tan. They're always tan. And i froze up a bit. "I-I'm Bella. Nice meeting you." I muttered, holding my hand out. "You can cut the shy crap out, but it's cute, though." He smiled. "S-sorry... I didn't-"

"ALEX!" A high pitched voice squealed. He rolled his eyes and turned around. "Yes, ma'am?"

Oh shit the blonde is back. I waved slightly at her, trying not to bitch slap anyone. "You made a deal after the breakup! No flirting with any girl!" She screamed. I blinked. "Really? That makes 0 sence, seeing how you were flirting with someone earlier." I replied. She scowled. "You aren't a part of this!" She screamed. I sighed.

This is going to be a long year.