MY NOSE shriveled up at the potent scent of bleach when I walked into the girl's locker room. Every single girl in the room ignored my presence as I walked down the aisles looking for a locker. It didn't bother me. I wasn't there to make friends anyways. I mentally gave each scowling girl the middle finger as I passed by. Tossing my bag on the bench in front of an isolated locker, I let out a deep sigh.
"Hey girl." I jumped, whipping around to see a short girl with deep auburn hair pulled into a messy bun throw her gym back in front of the locker next to mine. "I was hoping we would have a class together." Her hands went down to the hem of her shirt and she pulled her shirt over her head, messing her hair up more. "I know being the new girl around this joint sucks major ass, so I just want you to know I'm here for you."
I definitely couldn't have agreed more with her last statement. I had practically dived out of the car when we pulled into the school parking lot. If I had to hear one more second of Piper's incessant whining, I was going to stick a pen in my eardrums and gouge them out.
My first two classes I had already had were absolutely dreadful. In both of them, the teachers insisted I stand in front of the entire class and introduce myself like I had just reverted back to my adolescent days. My chemistry teacher was the worst, though. She stood in front of the class with her oversized glasses and ill-fitting sweater, informing me that I needed to share three fun facts about myself to everyone. Problem was, there was nothing fun about me. I almost dared to tell her the first "fun fact" about myself was that I wanted to stick my foot up her ass, but I bit back my tongue. My parents most likely wouldn't have been too happy if I got kicked out of school on my first day for verbally assaulting a teacher.
I eyed the girl next to me skeptically. "Uh," I muttered. "I'm sorry but do I know you?" I was trying not to sound bitchy but failing miserably.
"I'm Gabby," she told me, smiling. I grabbed the hideous, oversized black gym shorts the gym teacher had given me earlier. "My mom works for your Aunt Jamie."
My body went stiff and my fingers locked around the drawstring of my shorts. A worry lap shot through my nerves, afraid she knew about me. I quickly tied my shorts, reaching down to grab my top when I felt my body sudden jerk into the metal locker beside me. Pain stung up my side and I gasped out for air.
"Whoopsie, my bad," a newly familiar voice laughed out. I turned around to find Piper standing in front of me with a mini minion to each side of her. One was blonde with curls similar to Piper's and the other had a full head of black hair pulled into a low ponytail. They were both sporting different colored plaid mini-skirts similar to Piper's. The fact that someone was striving to be like Piper was scary and I was worried for their mental health. The three brats burst out in synchronized laughter like they practiced it for sport daily. I looked down at my side noticing the ripped skin and redness where it came into contact with the locker.
Quick correction: Piper was not like Cher; she was pure Regina George, maybe worse.
"Leave her alone, Piper," Gabby said tightly, jumping in between the two of us, still in only a bra and panties.
"I'm sorry, but this doesn't concern you, homewrecker," Piper mocked back. Her little sidekicks giggled in the background like hyenas.
"Actually it does," Gabby fired back, putting her hands on her hips. "She's my friend so you need to back off." Huh? We had just met, but if she got Piper off my back, we were definitely going to be friends.
"Why does that not surprise me," Piper muttered under her breath, snapping her fingers. Yes, she actually snapped her fingers like some bad eighties flick. Her little sidekicks scurried away behind her out of the locker room without another word.
The girl who had just saved me from another Piper verbal smack down sighed beside me, grabbing my arm and raising it up. "Damn girl," she said, eyeing the large, red mark running down my side and whistling loudly. "She got you good. Isn't this only your first day here?" She asked me, pulling her shorts on. I nodded. "How did you already manage to piss off Queen Bitch Face already?" We both pulled our shirts over our heads at the same time. "She usually saves that for girls who hook up with Keegan."
I paused at the mention of his name. Of course, my pain in the ass neighbor was already causing me problems. Regret set in, I wish I had declined the ride. Piper wouldn't have been on my ass if my uncle took me to school instead.