Chapter Una¬_¬

Summer break was like a thief in the night—it went by so fast that I wondered why some holidays always seem to disappear in the blink of an eye. During the summer, a new family moved next door to our beautiful neighborhood, Arrington Brook Estate. I always greeted them whenever they came outside. They had a son named Marcus, who was clearly in his rebellious phase. I figured all boys went through that stage at some point in their lives, so I didn't bother trying to associate with him.

The first day of school is always a day of redemption—a chance to show everyone that you're a brand-new baddie. Last school year wasn't it for me, thanks to the nasty effects of my braces, but this year? Oh, I was going to EAT them up—lol. I decided to dress like a Y2K girlie (which, for those who don't know, means early 2000s dudes and dudettes). I rushed downstairs for breakfast because an it girl cannot be late for school.

My mom saw my outfit and complimented me. "Darling, you look good, but we've got to go—I have a meeting in 20 minutes," she said. I grabbed my tote bag and rushed out the door. My mom, the assertive lawyer she is, picked up her cute pink briefcase, locked the door, and we got into the car before leaving the estate.

She dropped me off at Albert High—the school for dimwits and suckers… and then maybe 3% of fine shyt. I pushed open the large front doors, releasing all negative energy. Oh, did I forget to mention? I'm in Year 12, meaning drum roll please—SENIOR YEARRRRR! I strolled to my locker and grabbed my book for Spanish class since it was first period. I love Spanish; the language is so sexy in my opinion.

As I walked to class, the so-called bad boy, aka Marcus, pushed past me and kept walking. Mind you, I wanted to chop this dumbshyt into pieces, but I had an aura to maintain.

I went to my seat and sat down beside my bestie, Emmalicious (aka Emma). We always talked about our crushes during Spanish class just for fun. Emma always started off the conversation by gushing about how hot Marcus was and how she wished she could be in him (gross). To be honest, it disgusted me every time I heard that boy's name. I preferred hearing about hot, shy nerds—that kind of thing made my heart beat like a dog barking for food.

I wished Emma didn't fall for guys who fit the bad boy trope. It was too basic and stupid—maybe that's why I disliked Marcus so much without even realizing it.

Spanish class ended, and next up was Physical Education. I hated that subject with a passion because it was filled with annoying, buff jerks who enjoyed picking on anyone who looked weak while playing sports. I ran to the changing room to put on our school sports uniform, which was just a white shirt and cute red shorts.

Then, our teacher decided we'd be playing volleyball since it had been a while since we last played. The moment I heard that, my mind started to disintegrate.