[Chapter 1]
New Girl

     I could see everyone staring at me, beneath my black and tinted motorcycle helmet. My motorcycle roared at anyone who was in the way as I rode into the parking lot of West Coast High, my new high school. Everyone immediately parted ways in order to avoid getting trampled.

     I parked at a sweet spot that was just right in front of the school entrance. People were staring at me with intense curiosity but I've gotten used to it, given that I had to transfer to a new school quite a few times. It's inevitable. Plus, I've just transferred to their school in the middle of the semester so I guess it would be a little odd to see an unknown biker chick stroll into their school. At least they were only staring because I was new, not because I had a famous father — not until they find out anyway.

     I really hope they don't.

     I already have enough on my plate as it is, I don't need other people poking their nose into my business, nor do I need to have them watch my every move, like how the paparazzi used to.

     I took off my helmet, revealing my face to the curious eyes. I ran my fingers through my blue-violet hair as I got off my motorcycle. I lifted the seat that held a storage compartment and replaced my backpack inside with my helmet. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and readjusted my leather jacket.

     I didn't bother sticking around to entertain the small crowd I've gathered and immediately walked into the school hallway. I've already taken the liberty of memorising most of the school map as well as all my classes and my designated locker number — just so I don't have to socialise.

     God, I hate people.

     I walked down the hallway until I found my locker and when I did, it was surrounded by what it appears to be a group of varsity jocks. I groaned internally, realising that I'm going to have to spend the rest of my senior year next to a bunch of people I already don't like. I may be new but I've switched schools enough times to recognise the popular bunch at each school.

     They're always the same because they lack independence and clearly depend on staying in a group to withhold their authority over their peers. I glared at them as they laughed and joked amongst themselves, totally oblivious to anyone who was in the same hallway as them. It's as if they think they own the whole place and expects everyone to walk around them instead of moving out of everyone else's way.

     Looks like it's time for a change.

     I walked up to them with crossed arms and cleared my throat loudly, hoping it would be enough to get their attention. But as I expected, they were totally oblivious to it and were still sucked up in their own little world. I attempt to get their attention the second time. "Excuse me." I said monotonously but loud enough for them to hear me. I see that the one in the middle took notice of me but chose to ignore me anyway. Their laughter grew louder as he continued to tell his story that was so hilarious.

     I rolled my eyes in annoyance as my patience was wearing thin. I fucking hate humans. "Oh my god," I muttered under my breath. "Move!" I raised my voice and shoved away anyone that was standing in front of my locker.

     They stumbled among themselves from the shove I gave them and immediately stopped talking. I carried on and unlocked my locker, totally and utterly unbothered by their stares. As they stare at me in awe and disbelief, I started placing textbooks in my locker, acting as if I didn't just create a scene.

     "Who the hell do you think you are?" The one from the middle spat in fury. "That was fucking rude of you for shoving us for no reason."

     I chuckled at the hypocrisy in what he just said. I turned to take a good look at him and his posse. They all wore matching varsity jackets, showing off their athleticism as if they needed everyone to know how good they are at sports. I'm assuming it's cause' it's the only thing they're good at and they use it to hide their insecurity. I can tell because I'm basically the same with my black leather jacket that I always wear.

     I looked back at the hypocrite of a boy and stared straight into his hazel eyes, ignoring his devilishly, good looks, as I refused to get distracted. "Me?" I scoffed. "Who the fuck do you think you and your friends are? You're the ones that were standing in front of my locker."

     "They were standing in front of my locker." He rolled his eyes and let out a humourless laugh. "You're such a child. Getting angry over a few people standing in front of your locker? Wait, it's that time of the month, isn't it?" He smirked at his 'burn' as his friends behind him backed him up by breaking out in laughter and patting him on the back.

     I glared at him, full of annoyance and hatred. I watched as him and his friends laughed at the most basic comeback any guy could come up with. I took a glance around my surroundings to see that people have gathered to watch the drama unfold. The asshole took my silence as a sign of being speechless and continued his agonising.

     "You may act big and mighty like a lion but that's me, sweetheart. I'm the king around here. You're just the new, tiny mouse that's in my way." He smirked. "Now scurry off." He waved me away.

     I remained calm and stepped up to him, standing extremely close to him. He froze in surprise but quickly recovered. I gently grabbed a hold of his jacket and felt my thumb over the embroidery work. "Varsity, huh? I'm guessing football?"

     "Quarterback." His smirked once more. "What's it to you, rodent?" He mocked.

     I smiled up at him and innocently shrugged. "Oh, just wondering how much your football team sucks." I laughed and took a step back to take a moment to admire his flabbergasted expression. All smiles were wiped off of the faces of the jocks immediately and were replaced with stunned, angry frowns instead. The whole crowd audibly gasped like they couldn't believe I had the courage to say what I said.

     "What?" He growled. The hallway was utterly silent, so silent that you could probably hear a pin drop. The crowd watched my every move, eager to see what happens next.

     I leaned against the lockers casually and crossed my arms. "Yeah, I mean what kind of footballers would even be weak enough to get shoved by an average seventeen year old girl anyway?" I said with a bored tone. "I wonder how low the standard is to get into the varsity football team at this school if varsity football players like you can be shoved away by a single girl."

     The hallway broke out in whispers, gasps and chatter, all horrified by the comments I've made. I smirked in satisfaction. Hazel Eyes and his friends don't seem too happy about what I've just said. It seems like I've hit a nerve. But I didn't intend to stop there.

     "You caught us by surprise!" He roared defensively, his face red with anger and embarrassment. He towered over me with his 6'1 physique and stared at me with such a menacing scowl, any normal soul would cower in fear. "I'll have you know, we've been state champions for 3 years in a row now, especially with me as quarterback." He growled lowly.

     "Aw, are you hurt by my words?" I pouted in mockery, neither phased by his height nor his death glare. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprise by that since you clearly get hurt easily." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Especially on the field." I added on purpose, just to irk him even more.

     He glowered at me, absolutely furious by all my insults towards him and his team. "Listen, you little—"

     The bell rang, signalling the start of first period and unfortunately for him, cutting him off with whatever he intended to say. People started to scatter to their classes but most people stuck around, their eyes still glued to us. I tiptoed and brought my face beside his, merely inches away from his ear. "Don't even bother. I always win and I always have the last say." I smirked, walking away from him and purposely nudging him with my shoulder as I do so.

     The crowd parted their way for me to get through, the hallway now full of murmurs and chatters, all discussing about what they've just witnessed. I could hear myself being mentioned from all conversations, everyone wondering who the hell was I.

     Well, if I'm going to be known in this school for something, it's definitely not going to be for my dad.

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