Too hard to breathe. Bring my inhaler please.

Celestina's POV

I got in my car and drove to my college.

My cars back in Italy are much better.

I entered the college seeing many questioning, confused and some awestruck eyes. Was I that fascinating or is there something on my face? I wonder why they were looking at me like that?

I went to the admission office and saw a woman in her late thirties. I felt like I was in high school again. I walked up to her. 'Breathe' I told myself.

"Hello, I am new here and my name is Celestina Quinn" I said softly.

"Hello there, Welcome to Chicago Arts Academy. I have your schedule, locker, map and slip for last admission. Walk straight and take a left, you will find the girls locker." Ms. Greg said smiling sweetly at me. It wasn't a fake smile. 'Wow, surprise. Everyone isn't fake.' My mind sassed me.

"So welcome." I muttered to myself. "Thank you" I said softly to her and gave her a small smile.

I walked in the directions given by Ms. Greg.

I found my locker with the no. 2420. I saw a bunch of girls in really short skirts and tight dresses nearby. Too revealing. Uh oh, Bitches Alert.

The leader obviously kept ordering the others like she owned them. She was pretty outside but inside not so much. Others were looking at her like lovesick puppy. She had black hair till her shoulder with highlights of almond ruffle at the end and hazel eyes with black flecks in them.

NOTE: Don't talk to them. Actually, no mercy.

I open my locker and loaded my stuff in it. I heard clicking of heels beside me. I turned around to find the leader girl.

"Hi, my name is Bliss and I'm the head cheerleader. I'm way to popular to be near you but you will need a warning about messing with me and stay away from my boyfriend." Bliss the bitch said to me smiling sweetly. She threatened me. SHE THREATENED ME. HOW DARE SHE. Whatever....calm down and breathe in and out.

"Thank you for the warning. "I said turning away from her. I was trembling with anger but I didn't want her to know. Why cause drama? I don't like being threatened. Even a small threat.

"As long as we are clear, nerd." She said in a cold tone and she walked away. How am I 'the nerd'?

I was breathing in and out to calm myself and gritting my teeth. I didn't realise a crowd had formed to watch the Queen bee of the college and me because my eyes were closed. A hand in my shoulder brought me back to my world. My eyes snapped to a pair of mesmerising green eyes. A girl at 5'4 with red hair and green eyes with flecks of blue was standing. She is beautiful in her own way. She was tiny and petite. Her face showed concern, I guess? But she seemed familiar.

"Hi, I'm Carlotta Moreau. Are you okay?" Her sweet voice filled my ears. Shock is an understatement of my reaction.

Uh oh, I am in huge trouble.