Chp 2 : I'm Back Bitches! Oh, and Fuck you Alarm Clock

I awoke with some irritating song playing on my radio.

"MAKIN MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKIN FAST, FACES PASSED, AND I'M HOMEBOUND!!!!!!" I groaned at the over used song. The annoying chorus continued, making me want to rip off my ears. I reached for my alarm clock and threw it off the stand. It fell on the ground with a loud thud.

I glared daggers at the stupid alarm clock. I hated school no matter what. It didn't matter where I lived, Canada or Texas, I'd always despise school. It was freaking 6 AM. I couldn't help but close my eyes for another 5 minutes.

. . . .

"Kirsten, you're late wake up!!!" I heard in my room. My dad ran into my room, his loud voice echoing off the walls. Immediately my head sprung up.

"W-what time is it?" I asked as I lifted myself off the gross pink bed.

"7:30! We leave in 10 minutes! Get ready." My dad howled before leaving my room. I sighed and flew up from off my bed. I ran over to the overly sized but nice closet and picked out a pair of short shorts that were lower than mid thigh. I grabbed my flowy teal tank top and sealed it all off with a pair of red converse. I ran to my bathroom which a hobo could totally live in - jussayin - and applied eye makeup.

I smiled after putting on perfume and lotion, I brushed my hair and ran my fingers through it messily. I ran downstairs and threw my side bag over my shoulder and awaited my dad.

"That was fast." My dad remarked, and the evil stepmonster at his side.

"Did you like the alarm I set?" Liane the monster asked. I forced out a smile. "Loved it." I grit out. Liane's sugar sweet smile was bound to give her cavaties.

"Yeah . . . can we go dad?" I asked. He nodded and kissed Liane's cheek, making her giggle, which caused me to roll my eyes in hatred.

"Alright, we can go." He said. I smiled and spared a glance back at Liane who's fake smile faded into a scowl.

Deuces beeyotch

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I arrived at school no later than 30 minutes. GEE I love living so far out. *noteth thy sarcasm*

"You want me to come with you to get your schedule?" My dad asked, parking the car in the parking lot. I smiled softly."Dad, I'm fine. I'll see you after school." I replied. He gave a warm smile before I got out of the car, and made my way to the front office.

I walked in to see an old woman sitting at her desk, tryping away with her frail fingers.

"How can I help you?" She asked, not looking up at me. I frowned. "I'm new, and I need my schedule and locker info." I replied in a monotone voice. She nodded and turned to her scanner.

"Kirsten is it?" She asked. I nodded. She forced out a smile and gave me the sheet of paper. I didn't say anything back and just made my way . . .

MAKIN MY WAY DOWN THE HALLS, WALKIN FAST, FACES PASS, AND I'M-

I sadly didn't get to finish the mental song in my head seeing as I ran smack dab right into some girl with orange hair in a pony tail.

"Sorry! I didn't see you." I shrieked out. I grabbed my paper from the ground and came face to face with her.

"Kirsten . . . is that you?" The girl asked. A smile lit up my face. "NINA!" I squeeled. She jumped up and down before squeezing me in a tight hug.

"You look so different!" She remarked after letting go. I smiled.

"I lost weight." I replied with a victorious smirk. She nodded and together we walked onward.

"Ok, so you have English first? Sweet, me too." Nina said staring at my schedule. I grinned, more than happy I had someone here that I knew.

We arrived in the class room with the boring desks set up in rows. Kids all around were seated and talking with friends.

"Ah, you must be Kirsten. " The teacher said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I nodded at the weird looking bald man. His eyes stared mine down for a second longer than I'd have liked.

The bell rung, and now students were sitting down in their seats, still barely whispering to their friends about the latest gossip.

"Everyone, this is our new student. Kirsten. Care to say a few words?" The teacher who I don't know's name asked. I nodded.

"I moved here from Canada and yeah." I said. I didn't like crowds and they made me queezy. The class frowned and some rolled their eyes. Gosh, rude much?

"Mr Sladingstinerg, I though we didn't have room for new students." Two thoughts.

A girl with bleach blonde hair said. Her brown eyes somehow seemed familiar. Then it hit me. Taylor? Nina's sister? God she looks like a hoe. Her face is plastered with makeup and too much bronzer so she looks like an Oompa Loompa. Her shorts are pulled up so tight that her ass is sticking out and onto her seat.

Also, what the heck kind of a last name was Sladingstinerg?

Jesus, did she not want me here? We used to be best friends . . .

"Things change Taylor." The teacher said before motioning for me to sit down. I nodded and went to a seat in the corner near the back.

Jeeze what happened when I was gone? Taylor grunted and crossed her arms, allowing her boobs to overfill her shirt.

I tried to ignore it, but it's sort of hard when your best friend turns into a slut monkey!

After a few minutes into a lecture, someone walked in through the door, pretty late if I might add.

And damn was this late kid hot, no, sexy, no . . . scrumdidlyumpshous. Yeah . . . that works.

His brown hair was shooting on top of his head, blue eyes locked on his iphone, and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Late again." The teacher said with venom towards the cute guy. He shrugged. "I was busy." He replied. His voice, something about it was familiar? Gosh, I feel like it's total deja vu right now in this weird class.

"Oh were you? You've been 'busy' for the past week!" The teacher hissed. I can't really say the teacher's name, so we'll call him teacher.

"Hey, I'm sure you know where to find me." This condescending jerk said to the poor teacher. Mr. something's eyes flared and nearly bugged out of their sockets.

"And where would that be?" He growled.

"Ask your mother." He replied, and the class broke into a fit of laughter. I - on the otherhand - found it very disrespectful and rude. How did he not get in trouble for that horrid comment? Sir Sexy turned around so we could fully see his face and . . .

No.

Oh God no.

Not you.

ANYONE but you!

In front of me stood the great and infamous Ashton.

Please tell me Ashton was abudcted by another alien life form and taken captive for months on end where suddenly, they decided to make clones of him to torture poor and innocent souls and they decided to send one right here in Bakely High.

When did he grow up? Ok, "grow up" isn't the right term since he still seems a little childish. When did he get so dad gum attractive? I mean, he was always hot in younger grades, but now this was just breaking his scale.

His eyes found mine, and a small smirk formed on his lips. Immediately my heart stopped and my eyes widened. I wondered if he noticed it was me? I mean, I was a fatty back 5 years ago, so I mean, hey things change, and so do people.

Of course, like in all cliche' movies and books and romance novels, there was only one open seat. Next to moi.

His mouthwatering and jerky smirk stayed plastered on his face as neared me and took a seat next to me.

"Now class..." And when the teacher said that, I immediately drone out. Instead, I try and focus on not openly oggling the jerk who tormented me for years.

"Hey, you wanna meet me afterschool?" Ashton's voice rung out. At first, I didn't listen to him. I mean, he couldn't be talking to me right? Right?? RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!

"I'm talkin to you angel." He said, and of course now I turn my head to see his penetrating eyes staring into mine, his ever so present smirk STILL on his face.

I'm actually starting to contemplate if he made that smirk face all the time that it actually got stuck there . . .

"No. No I do not." I say pointedly at him. His eyes widen a bit.

"Kirsty?" He suddenly asks. I bite my lip. Should I give away my position?

"Hot damn you changed. In a good way might I add." He responded with a wink that made my heart flutter. Damn it Kirsten, stop it!

"It's Kirsten to you." I replied icily.

"Oh come on, don't be so cold. I used to always call you Kirsty. In fact, I'm sure you remember the nickname. . ." Ashton said with a smirk. My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Oh gosh, not the nickname.

"Thirsty Kirsty. Thirsty for me that is." He replied cheekily to himself. I groaned.

"Don't be like that sweety. My offer still stands." He replies after I don't. Instead, I ignore him and continue pretending to pay attention to Sir Fat teacher up ahead.

Two seconds pass and literally, something is on my thigh. My face heats up as I look down to see an extended arm of Ashton.

"Remove your hand before I rip it off." I growled at him. Wow, old fat me never would have spat back at him. He continued to stare ahead as if he hadn't heard me.

SO FRUSTRATING I HATE BEING IGNORED DAMMIT!

I could practically feel steam from my ears.

A presence suddenly loomed over me, above my ear. I froze in place as hot and sticky breath clung to my ear and down my neck.

"You can try and pretend you don't want me, but on the inside, deep down somewhere inside you, you know you do want me." He says in a husky voice that made shivers run down my spine. I back away instinctively.

"You can try and pretend that you think everyone wants you, but on the inside, deep down somewhere inside of you, you are a sick, conceited and arrogent little shit." I reply with so much venom in my voice, it scares me.

Yet on the inside, my conscience is having a party.

[MhM YEAHHHH GURL, YOU SHOW HIM WHO'S BITCH IN THESE PARTS! FOR REALLLL, GUUUUUUUURL POOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEERRRRRR!]

Jeeze my inner voice is really happy right now. I glance at Ashton to see shock written all over his face at my new attitude. I'm not that same weak girl who will gladly do anything he says to make him leave me alone. My backbone is probably bigger than his balls, and for the sake of my life and my sanity, I hope I'm right about that.

Ashton just slightly backs up into his seat and glares ahead. After one more second of tedious listening in on the teacher, the bell rings and I shuffle out of this hellhole as fast as possible, needing to run into the bathroom and make sure I don't throw up. It seems Ashton is the only one that I might have a problem keeping up with.

One thing is for sure. My walls are made of iron, steal, and gummy worms (cuz hey, who doesn't like gummy worms?) And they sure as hell won't be falling down anytime soon.

But for now . . .

Kirsten : 1, Ashton : 0

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