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So things went like after that awful day when my Mom found out the truth about my school (my previous school for now), she pushed me hard to agree with her on my school change. Of course, I dissented half of the time, but the other half, I gave up and gave in to my mother, since she sounded so firm and stern. I never saw her being that stiff. She gave out like one hundred and twenty one reasons why she withdrew me from my previous school and why I should consent to let her do so. I could not even count how many times she said: “I just want the best for you, honey”.

After hours of screaming and tearing up, I eventually agreed to move into a new school with a bare shrug: “Fine. I am tired of trying to persuade you on letting me stay at my school. You hear me but you don’t listen. You sure want the best for me but literally, you don’t even know what I need. Just do it, Mom. I’m going where you force me to. My life is already bullshit. I don’t care anymore. Just do it. Do it. Do it right now.” – I pointed my index finger at her and went upstairs with a blur in my head. I could not think of anything but some scenario of me being thrown rot eggs at by some mean girls. Although I built up a hardcore self-image, those mean girls sure figured out some weak points of me. And at that moment when I was not myself anymore and turned into the real innocent girl I used to be, they were going to make my life more miserable than it already was. That would be how I would end up in the new school since I normally didn’t fit in the typical ‘IT’ type of girl.

“Sam, it’s 8 o’clock already. Get out of bed and get ready for school. You know you don’t want to be late on the morning of your first day at school” – Mom raised her voice from downstairs.

“I’m already up, Mom” – I tried to talk as loud as I could with my eyes still zipped.

Twenty minutes later, I heard Mom’s voice besides my ears. “You said you were already up.” Fuck! She sure knew me by heart.

“I was up, but I was tired so I decided to go back to sleep. Plus, it’s still early. No need to rush” – Yeah, I sure knew how to sound defensive enough. I was positive that trait run in my family.

“It’s already 8. We’re about to be late. Move off that comfortable zone. You can get some more sleep when you get home from school, honey” – She said, furrowing her eyebrows.

Get some sleep when I get home from school? You gotta be kidding. It would never occur, even in my wildest dream. My first day would be a complete mess-up, I could forecast. Every first day in my life was utterly terrible. And today would be no exception. I could not guarantee I would come home safe and detentionless (well, if it was even a word), not having a fight with any girl at the very new school. Its name you may ask? Hang on, I knew it, I remembered Mom telling me two days ago. Northern High or Nothing High. I really did not know for exact. But I preferred Nothing High since it made sense. There was sure nothing high about that place. So let’s just keep it simple. It’s Nothing High from now on.

“I marked your words, Mom” – I said warily as I dragged myself off my kingdom.

After half an hour, doing personal hygiene and pulling on my clothes, I jumped downstairs. See, I am ready for a new day at a new school. Well, I am actually not.

“What are you wearing, Sam? Look at your jeans. It is horrible. Where did you get that?” – Mom sounded disappointed but that did not bother me.

“Forever 21” – I said dryly.

“It looks like it was pulled on after a night lying on the railway station, under a train running in its full speed” – Mom snorted.

Ha! She certainly knew how to exaggerate. Another trait that runs in family, I suppose.

“If that happened, it would be a pile of dirt by now” – I talked back. I gifted myself a smirk for merely letting out a good point. Men, Isocrates is calling my name. (If you are not laughing by now, you should Google that name. If you still don’t find it funny, I’ll take the blame)

“I don’t have time to argue with you. Go upstairs and change your outfit. Choose something formal please. I recommend plain white shirt and a pair of black trouser. Perfect outfit for any first day” – She smug as if it was the best idea she ever came up with. Elders. Typical Elders.

“Oh, fun. Then I will look like Katie Holmes ten years ago from now, sitting on fire in a casting room, waiting for her chance to take the main role in a romantic movie directed by a popular bald-headed film director” – I sniggered. Seriously, who still wears those plain things to school? Hello, its 21st century?

“Even Katie Holmes doesn’t wear those disgusting things” – She pointed at my dark skinny ripped jeans with much of an eye roll.

“Then I am positive you mistook Elle, OK, Cosmopolitan, etc, for Men Heath Magazines so you never read on them. I am sorry to disappoint you, but this thing is T-R-E-N-D-I-N-G. You know that word? TRENDING” – I intentionally stressed on the word then sneered.

“Stop rambling. Go change your clothes. You have five minutes.” – Mom gave me a warning look. This is what all parents do when they know they are losing an argument. I know y'all agree with me on that point. 

Before I got to my room and gave my attire some change, I did not forget to trim in some mock words: “Last time I checked, Google was still free. Get on there and type ripped jeans. You will sure get more than ninety nine million results”.

On the way to school, Mom gave me a boring lesson of how to act the first day at school. I pretended I was preoccupied listening to her carefully, but inside my head, Earth Stood still by Lee DeWyze was set on replaying. Among the boring things Mom gave out, this first day at school lesson was sure the dullest. If she posted this on youtube, she would receive more than ten thousands thumbs down for sure, even if she tagged the video Justin Bieber. And Rebecca Black should invite her to appear in one of her video, in which she does the rap and Rebecca sings the chorus. Youtube had better be ready for an explosion of views and well, negative comments. And You’d better be ready to crack up laughing and put your thumbs down.

The beautiful song of Lee DeWyze was on the tenth time as I reached Nothing High. I took in its image and sighed. Who says this school is not big is an absolute pathetic liar. It was huge enough for me to assume its containing of thousands students, needless to say.

Knowing it was time to get off the car, I hopped off, waved my Mom goodbye, and entered the school gate with my fingers clenching tight to the bag handle. I watched myself as I moved through a crowd of students chit-chatting. They seemed to know each others for a long time. They surely did. There was no fringing chance they would let a loner like me in and mess up with their long-term friendship. In all honesty, I did not see any of them as a potential friend.

I passed the parking lot and everybody looked my way. Obviously, it was not because I was smoking hot like Jessica Alba, but because they knew I was a newcomer and matter-of-factly I looked like a hag with a plain boyfriend shirt tuck in a pair of light-colored baggy jeans. I was not born with beautiful figures, even though my Mom was hot, I knew it, but never did I intend to give myself a polish. Technically, I did not see many points in creating a perfect self-image since practically I was not perfect. Nobody was as well. It’s rubbish knowing somebody out there is spending half of each day matching things with things and caking on make-up. Those were just bullshit and only suitable for some obsessive girls who thought they were the daily life Miley Cyrus. In all honesty, I was fine with what nature brought, though it was not glamorous at all.

I kept walking as I suddenly slammed into a feminine body figure so hard that my butt touched the solid ground. I gazed upwards to see a bleached blond tramp standing on a pair of zebra-patterned platforms with her slinky arms clenching to her 60-centimeter-waist.

“Weren't you even looking at all? What are those two dumb brown eyes for? Are you that blind to not realize there are people moving in front of you. Or did you intentionally crash into me?” – She rolled her eyes and gave me a disgusting look as if I was a repulsive rat lying on the ground with a broken leg. Of course not Mickey Mouse though.

“Excuse me?” – I said as I made my way up.

“I said why did you intentionally bump into me, ya fucking ugly shit?” – She scanned my attire, a hint of obnoxiousness flickered in her hazel eyes.

“Excuse me?” – I furrowed me eyebrows, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You don’t speak English, do you?” – She said nastily.

At this time, I was boiled up as my blood reached one hundred degree Celsius. Who was she to insult me that bad? She probably had no idea who she was messing up with.

“I completely and totally speak English, you dumb ass” – I snapped hastily.

Insulting a nerd, she may have some fun. Messing up with a rebel who mostly lived like an outlaw, she sure would have much more fun waiting ahead.

“What the hell are you…?

I cut her off huffily before she could finish her words.

“I am talking about you, the dirty blond tramp standing right in front of me now. Let me clear things up. I did not intentionally slam into you. It was inadvertent. I was so focusing on things on my mind that I did not see any creature at all. And who are you to judge? Dumb brown eyes? Fucking ugly shit? I do not see any reason for that hard affront. Look at you, the bleached blond hair, those silicone-enhanced boosts, those touched-up asses. There ain’t nothing natural about you. And oh, those so-called supermodel look-alike legs. I wonder how many times they had to spread to let a cock in a night. You are a perfect example of a slut, who goes on making fun of people but always forgets to check herself in the mirror ever single day before school. I’d rather die an invisible ugly shit than a surged beautiful whore that is basically the reason of some bad words slipping on the tips of people’s tongues.” – I caught my breath and gave her a challenging look.

“You don’t know what you are talking about, you fucking bitch” – She seemed furious. I could tell by the fire set in her eyes. But apparently that did not stop me. She was the key to my intense confidence blow. She should have known better once I got into a fight, I would never raise the white flag until I stepped out, in the position of a winner.

“I think you’ve got things mixed up, Miss. Slut. Bitch is the word created for you, like exclusively.” – I poked a smile at the corner of my lips.

 “You don’t know who I am, do you? Oh. I got it. You are a new student here. So matter-of-factly you don’t have a point of who I am. If you did, you wouldn’t dare to say those words. Take them back when you still can, I am telling you” – She stared at me with the hatred filling her eyes. She was irked too.

“I sure do know who you are. You are a tramp, a slut, a bitch, a whore. Isn’t there anything I forgot to mention?” – I pulled my jaw up to face her.

“You bitch sure will get enough misery since you dared to annoy me, Brittany, the queen of this Northern High School. Everybody worships me. Anyone daring to go against me will have to deal with the worst. You’ll see” – She pouted and turned away on her heels, following up with two other blondes, who were supposed to be her peeps.

“Oh, I am looking forward to seeing what you could do to me. Must be so fun.” – I shouted at their retreating backs. My smirk shifted into a sneer.

As she turned her back towards me, now I got a chance to take her image in. She’d got a curvy body with like I said before, touched-up breasts and asses. What covered her figure was a low-cut shirt that let go half of her boosts, and a torn denim skirt that showed half of her asses. She sure looked sexy, but in an unhealthy and dirty way. I would never expect myself to be any like her, even when I had to suffer from a mental disorder. But I bet my life on boys liking such girls, who would easily give themselves away after some cheap and cheesy pick up lines, ignoring their own acknowledgement that all was a lie. I got used to that type of girls, who disrespected themselves in the first place but always asked for respect and admiration from other people around.

The other two blondes going after Brittany were the counterparts of her. I obviously did not know their names. How was I to know when they did not even mind taking a look at me, not to mention saying some word. All they did were standing still behind Brittany, exchanging some disgusting looks when I raised my voice, and nodding robotically when it was Brittany’s turn. On their heads were some strawberry blond strains lying in form. But I could tell, on the inside, they’d got nothing but some basic knowledge about fashion and boys, which solidly meant clothes/make-up and getting laid. They were quite eye-catching with well-shaped bodies and even tan skins which were undoubtedly self-tanners-made. This sort of girls, they never risked baking in the sun since they were scared of skin aging way much better than death, I was being definite.

I stood there staring at their retreating backs until they were all out of sight, not caring much about Brittany’s warning. Initially, I thought Brittany was wise enough to make an exit at the right moment, before I blew off. If she had insisted on talking her talk in that condescending tone of voice in one more minute, she would have definitely land on the floor after experiencing a knock-out punch of mine right in the face. She just saved herself in time.

I shrugged off the whole Brittany mess and pulled out my printed timetable to see the first class I was in. It said English, at C building, Story 6th, Room 302. I sighed. English was my ultimate enemy. I abhorred it like I abhorred any eight-legged creature.

As I made my way to the English class, I mentally wished for this day to end in a blink of an eye. If time could be kind enough to do me a favor, it would absolutely be it running faster it usually does.

I waited outside the classroom for the teacher to come in. I spotted the English teacher’s name on my schedule. So she was Mrs. Green. Her name flashes me an instant image of a chubby lady, wearing herbal green from top to toe, in a green For a Green Planet hat, a green Kiss Me I’m Irish tee, a bleached green pair of trousers, finishing with a rhinestone green flats, dancing around, enjoying the St. Patrick’s Day.  Hopefully, she would not be any like that, or else I’d crack up in the middle of my self introduction speech.

I tapped my flats on the yellow brick floor, waiting for Mrs. Green to come. After much patience of mine, here she came. Thankfully, she was no where near the vision that hit my brain just minutes ago, just a normal average-looking middle-aged brunette with her wary eyes hidden behind a pair of thick black-framed glasses.

Mrs. Green passed me by with a small smile on her lips. I returned her a grin.

After managing to quiet the class that was going wild, she called me in. At this moment, my heart went thump-thump all over again. My confidence and self-esteem flew out of the window and crashed downwards to the solid ground from the sixth floor. I tried hard enough to contain myself. But my nervous system did not work, as I could barely feel anything.

“You must be Samantha James, our new student?” – Mrs. Green gave me a soft gaze. It comforted me, at least.

“Yes, I am” – It was the first time in a while I found myself answer sheepishly.

“I am Elizabeth Green, your English teacher. I hope you have a great time with my subject. I am sure you will be catching up with other students very soon. Samantha, why don’t you introduce yourself a bit before we can start the lecture?” – Her unbelievable kindness got me confused. Usually, I hated any one majoring in the language aspect. The majority of them were wordy and annoying. Plus, they seemingly disapproved of slang, which built half of my vocabulary. But Mrs. Green was exceptional. She was way too soft and cool for an English teacher.

“Sure.”. I gradually turned to face thirty pairs of eyes in diverse colors looking straight at me, waiting for something to creep out of my mouth. That made me feel like I was about to make the president’s  inauguration.

“Hi there, I am Samantha. It’s Sam in short. I am new here so I hope you can help me out with all the difficulties I may encounter as a new student. Thanks in anticipation” – I faked a smile.

The look on their faces remained. They did not show any interest, excitement, concern or welcome attitude, nothing. All they did were shifting their gazes to Mrs. Green, who kept nodding at me, then gave me a light smile, handed me the overview of the subject and sent me to the back of the class.

I plopped down in my seat, avoiding every gaze. I was right from the start; no one here could potentially be my friend. They were all cold, apathetic and distant.  They never learned to accept a new thing because they saw it as a threat to their ordinary life. They didn’t want a change, whether good or bad. I disgusted anything here, from this place to the people it contained. I already primed myself for a friendless high school life. It would not be much of a pain for me, as far as I’m concerned.

They said it right, in class; time ran slowly like a turtle, a snail or even these two combined. Other students were amused with Mrs. Green’s interpretation of words used in Macbeth when I idly itched on my chair, relaxed myself on the table desktop and drew animals on a blank page of my notebook. Mrs. Green was nice, but what she was talking about was millions miles far from what I was interested in and it was not compelling enough to catch my attention. I pulled up my right hand to cover my mouth so no one could see me yawn when the pencil suddenly slipped off my fingers and hit the classroom floor, twirling, rolling until it was stopped by a pair of shoes. I shifted my gaze upward to the Converse’s owner’s face and a Paul Walker look attacked my eyes. His intelligent emerald eyes glowed glamorously in the classroom light. His pointed nose stood proudly right in the middle of the face lined with a square chin. His hair spiked up perfectly on top, displaying a big attempt of morning gel session. He was leg-crossing relaxingly on his chair, his eyes focusing on some book which was not Macbeth for sure, even when I could not see the cover. There was only one word among a million of English words to describe this creature. Hot. Boldly HOT.

The bell rang as this boy stood up hurryingly, stuffing the book inside his one-sided bag and dashed outside like an uncontrollable dart. He was tall, well-built and lithe in a whole dark outfit. As he walked by, all the girls in the room started to wink, smile and wave at him. He smirked and passed them by quickly, paying no attention to anyone in specific.  

The other periods, including Math, Physics and Biology went by with nothing real significant. The process just repeated. I waited for the teachers to gesture me in, then introduced myself, then received some unkind looks from others, then kept quiet the whole time. I knew anything I said or did would just aggravate the situation.

Eventually, lunch time came. That meant I made it through half of the day. I could not thank myself enough for not doing something stupid to ruin the half of my first day.

I dragged myself tiredly to the cafeteria to order my lunch. Truthfully, I totally lost my appetite today. I did not want to take anything in. After much consideration, I chose  a spinach cake  and a glass of sweetened chocolate milk over the menu. I paid for the food then went search the room for an empty seat. Finally, I found a vacant chair opposite a table, on which a group of boys were ridiculously throwing the basketball back and forth. Boys were insane. They could make any place a gym where they could practice sports all day without getting fed up. I shook my head and took the final look at them. Oh my god! That gorgeous boy in my English class was laughing hysterically as he caught the wrecking ball his mate threw. He already changed into the school basketball team uniform. How could he manage to still look hot in the typical oversized orange basketball shirt? Really. 

 As I placed my food tray on the table, I plopped myself into the chair. I winced at the spinach cake depressively, used my fork to play with it a little bit then put it aside.

Feeling thirsty rather than hungry, I picked up the milk bottle and squeezed the cap open, Right before I could pour anything in my mouth; I found something hit me hard on the face. The next thing I saw was an orange basketball going unstoppable in a circle motion on the floor and chocolate milk spilling all over my clothes. I snorted disgustingly at the strong chocolate flavor attacking my nose and gaped horrifyingly at the sizeable brown stains streaking on the front of my white shirt.  Even it was icy; I could still feel the anger burning my chest. I looked over to the four boys sitting in the opposite direction. Could you believe it, they were cracking up laughing, clenching to their stomachs to mend the hurt laughing caused. I spotted that boy going to the same English with me give his mate a high-five. Why would he be that cruelly mean? He stood the test of the saying they Mom always mention: ‘don’t judge the book by its cover’. Generally, why did beautiful boys always have to be jerky?

The whole room filled with laughter too. I could feel my cheeks turn red like two rip tomatoes, because of embarrassment and along, annoyance. I balled my fists and got up from the table, ignoring the drops of milk falling continuously from my shirt to the floor and firm stares from people in the room.

“What the fucking hell were you doing?” – My voice trembled with outrage as I headed to the opposite table locating four obnoxious boys, all in school basketball team uniforms.

“Woo woo. Let’s see what’s happening? It’s gonna be fun” – That boy stopped laughing and jumped off the table with a smirk plastered on his smoking hot, sexy, dazzling face. Well, just forget what I just said.

“I asked you what the fuck you were doing. Did you all lose your fucking mind? This is a cafeteria, not a fucking gym. You should have known better to practice your fucking basketball skills in the school gym or even the restroom. And do you four obnoxious creatures really have to do that?” – I spat.

“Do what?” – Pretentiousness stamped on every word he said.  

“Throw that fucking ball at me” – I greeted my teeth.

“Cool off, chic. Like we all saw” – He bailed out his hands, magnetizing the whole room’s attention.

“We were practicing throwing balls. Unfortunately, the ball loved this lady over here” – He pointed his index finger to my side and continued: “So, it…” – He passed me to pick up the ball and rolled it circularly on his index finger – “Decided to kiss her.” – The room burst into an overloud sound of people laughing. I looked around, feeling the hatred. This was the definition of what were so called verbal and attitudinal abuse. All of these people should be sent to jail for making people feel like shit.  Dip shit.

The boy raised his deep masculine voice once again: “How was the kiss, lady? It must have been good since I see you drool all over there” – He glared at the brownish spills on my chest and cackled with delight. The whole cafeteria roared in an irritating sound. From this moment on, the perfect portrait of him was officially shattered.

“Ha! That was funny like dirty shit, you pathetic asshole. You think it was hilarious doing so? Making people feel inferior about themselves is what you do for fun? I disgust anything you say. Now do me a favor and make your way to hell, along with all these obnoxious people. Thank you very much” – I spewed out the expletives I was socially taught. He sure knew who he was playing with from this moment on.

“Impressive wording, ugly!” – He said with a voice full of sarcasm. With that, he took away which was left of my dignity.

“Look at this nasty face and this noisome mouth. I would love to pee all over them, you bitch.” – I intentionally gawked at him.

“Watch your mouth. You don’t want to get hurt, do you?” – He grumbled as annoyance laced up in his voice. His eyes were as hard as flint.

“You sure know what precipitated my action, don’t you, brainless jerk?”

I did not intend to stop my little tirade here but before I could say anything, a person crawled into the tug of war all of sudden. You guess who? That bitchy Brittany. She jumped out of nowhere and stood next to the male bitch.

“You again” – She shot me a disgraceful glare, which then completely evaporated when she ogled the god damn creature by her side. A flirting ‘Hi, Jason’ escaped her glossy mouth.

So he was Jason. I assumed he was by miles an absolute big shame of the name Jason, which was generally known to be of sweet people like Jason Mraz, Jason Aldean or Jason Reeves. His parents should have named him Jerk, instead of wasting the beautiful name on him.

“Oh, I think I remember you. Hi, Silicone” – I said ironically. That Jason did not show any interest in the fake Baby Doll at all. He even chuckled at my words, which made him sound much more displeasing to me.

“Shut the fuck up, you ugly” – Brittany shrieked.

“Please tell me you know any word other than ugly. I never think you do since you probably spend every English lecture getting fuck on the back seats in your car or even in the school bathroom. Sluts like you find nothing interesting but some pathetic ways of scoring” – I sneered.

She seemed lost for words. Instead of digging her empty brain for some words to throw at me, she gritted her pearly white teeth. “You, bitch. You don’t know what you are risking your life for. You will get enough”. With that, she left the room with her popular bestirring attitudes. She was million percents a flawless example of a bitch, from her look to her inside.  I smiled triumphantly to myself, knowing I knocked that bitch out, again.

“That was impressive. You are so soon going to replace her position” – That gross shit face mocked.

“Thank you very much. By that time, I already beat the shit out of you. And you think you are somewhat better than her? You are simply just a male version of her, you heartless douche bag” – I said firmly.

“Hey hey hey. I warned you before. I never take pride in fighting with girls. But if you push me hard, I am not sure what will happen then. You’d better know not to cross the line or you would cry like a baby all the way home” – He clenched his fists.

“Like I am scared” – I retorted. “You may forget what happened before that bitch jumped in the scene. But open your fucking eyes and take a look at this disgusting stain and tell me who started this whole thing first? Who threw this vexatious orange thing over me and then insulted me in the first place? Who?” – I bombarded him with a load of questions that he sure already knew the answers.

He smirked – “No darling! You listen. Stop inquiring me those fucked-up things. OK? You are nothing but an ugly duckling. So shut your fucking mouth and go back to your table and enjoy the rest of your lunch. I pity you for having to eat all alone at the corner of this crowding cafeteria. Of course no one wants to relate to a person who was born monstrous and forever out of place. Soon you will die friendless. They are going to play some happy at your funeral and dancing around celebrating as they know another monster was killed” – He sniggered and gestured me to go back to the table I sat beforehand. His words were so wicked and cruel that they scratched me bleeding inside my heart. I could not bare it any longer. I attempted to cool myself off but how could I when this pain in the ass kept smashing me right in the face with a bunch of hurtful words. As the anger kept rising up inside dramatically, I had to make sure he'd regret what he said. I knew I was going to blow off. And I did explode.

“You are right, I’d better get back to my seat” – I nodded my head pretending I was hurt by his affront.

I turned myself back to my seat hastily and all of sudden, I grabbed the bottle of milk standing on the table and threw it at him. The left liquid inside the bottle splattered across the front of his shirt. The whole room gasped loudly.

“What the hell was that, bitch?” – His face was covered with disbelief as he looked down at his shirt and gaped slightly.

“That was this” – I dashed myself to his side and punched him right in his nose. He was unready, so he lost his balance and broke down onto the ground. This time, I was totally out of self-control. I knelt to the ground and held tight to the neckline of his shirt and kept slapping his face. I clawed his hair and hit his head on the solid ground. Finally he seemed to realize what was happening as he clinched and contained all his left energy to kick me hard at my abs. With that, I was plucked off of him. Next thing I knew my head hit the floor hard and my abs hurt like hell. I lied on the cold brick tile rolling, my hands clutching tightly to my clothes as if it would help make me feel any better. He was lying motionless on the floor, bleed dropping from his nose. His friends rushed to his side and helped him hoist up. I heard him groaning hoarsely: “This bitch is fucking crazy”.

My abs hurt horribly as if there were three elephant trampling over my body all at once but I held my breath, stiffened up my upper lips and blinked all the tears away. I could not cry here whilst I was enshrouded by the enemies. I got to stay strong no matter what. After a while, the pain seemed to wear off, so I took all my strength, gripped tightly to a leg of the table and lifted myself up.

 As if on cue, the teachers sprinted into the room. They were all mortified by the scene of the cafeteria. The nurse rushed in and bandaged the wound on Jason’s nose to stop it from bleeding. Afterwards, she came to my side, asked me to sit down and if I was Ok. I convinced her I was all good by forcing a small smile on the corner of my lips.

“All students up now. Anybody who is not involved in this fight, please makes your way out of the cafeteria” – The principle ordered. His glare was burning a hole in my face.

I saw Jason and his friends stand up so I made an attempt to do so but the pain in my abs pulled me down again. As I was about to lose my balance and landed on the floor, Mrs. Green took a grasp of me and settled me on her shoulders. Then I heard the Principle exclaimed: “Samantha James. I require you to meet me at my office after school today. I am afraid we will have to give your parents a call to inform them of your inappropriate behaviors in your first day at school. Now go off to class” He sounded furious, well, he should be.

I wryly stepped out of the cafeteria, not forgetting to shoot Jason a menacing scowl. He mouthed a small “Fuck you, bitch”, just small enough for me to hear only. I was sufficiently wise not to make any response when the principle was in the room so I just shot him my trademark sullen pout. Jason, I already put this name on the top of my black list and I, Samantha James, am here to make this vow. I am going to make his life worse than hell, eight billions times worse than he could ever expect until he knelt to the ground and begged me to stop. 

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Author's note: Yay, finally, there's something other than biography to talk about in this chapter. Haha. First encounter with a bi-atch and a heartless hottie named Jason. What do you think about Sam's reaction when Jason unintentionally threw the ball at her? Was she overacting? I don't know, that's why I'm asking you lovely readers. 

About Jason, he was the best leading male role (or male leading role? Gah! Whatever. I'm too lazy to gu-gul. That's google lol) I've ever written so far, in my opinion. He's Hawt (Translation: HOT , just a little twang here, 'mams) and rough and he's a BAD BOY. I do have a thing for B&B (not Bath & Body work, obviously. It's Bad & Beautiful) guys. 

I notice this cute little story didn't't receive any vote or comment yet. Aw, that's really the saddest thing to its author, in other words, me. I am sobbing. Well not really but you get the point how grieved I'm feeling right now. 

Gotta stop right now or my author's note would be longer than the real story. Yeah, I'm that crazy.

P/s: Northern High School is made up by me, therefore, it's NOT real.  I know that's a lame name but I had no better idea for a school name, so, yeah, that's how it ended up. 

I disclaim Forever 21 (My favorite brand), Elle, Men's Health Magazine and any other brand names you may spot in this chapter.