Something Different

Chapter 3

Braelin's POV 

I was having a nightmare. A perky, annoying blonde cheerleader type nightmare or at least that's what it seemed like when we pulled up to Storybrook high. Cheerleaders and jocks were all sitting on the stairs that lead up to the front doors of the school and not one even looked to possibly be mixed. Hell it looked as if there were a bunch of casper the ghosts running around there.

"Well we're here," Lorenzo said putting the car into park and I gripped my new Jansport bag closer to myself. "Your mom tells me your a natural social butterfly so I'm sure you won't have a problem making friends."

"I bet she did," I muttered before taking a deep breath and opening my door. The cool Autumn breeze hit me as soon as I stepped out giving me and the extra boost of confidence and after giving Lorenzo a half-assed waved, I slammed the door shut and headed up to the front doors. I strutted confidently up to the school not letting the confused facing of the students faze me. Of course, they were confused they had probably never seen a black girl in their stuck up rich lives and especially not one that had my looks. Rocking my slim blue jeggings and white crop top showing off my silver belly ring with Jays on, I looked damn good. My hair was up in a cute messy bun with two studs in each ear. I was about to walk up the steps of the stairs when one of the cheerleaders moved in front of me blocking my path. Taking a step to the side, I glared when she did the same purposely with an annoying smirk on her face.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, you're excused... from the premises. I hate to break it to you hun but this is a school for the elite not the," she stopped to give me a quick glance over before continuing, "underprivileged."

Sticks and stones Braelin. Sticks and stones.

"I'm Braelin," I said through gritted teeth as I stuck my hand out.

"And I don't care." Taking a deep breath, I brushed passed her and continuing heading into the new jail cell that was soon to be called my school. The school was painted the colors red and white with blue lockers lined up against each wall. The hallways seemed pretty deserted as the school day hadn't started yet and thankfully the office was easy to locate. The first thing I noticed upon entering was the stacks of papers that sat on the desk of the secretary as she answered calls quickly while directing the line up of students that stood in front of me. 

"Next!" She called and I quickly moved to her desk. "Name?" She asked not bothering to look up from her desk.

"Braelin Washington, I'm a new student and I need my--" I was cut off by her shoving two pieces of paper into my hand.

"Here's your schedule and your locker number and combination. Welcome to Storybrook high," she muttered unenthusiastically and I nodded before leaving the office and looking down at the sheet in front of me.

Locker 4850

Taking a look at the closest locker to me I noticed it was 4700 and I headed down that hallway giving me a chance to look around my new school. I still hadn't seen a student who was any other color than white and I was starting to get nervous. What if I started to talk like them? Or act like them? What if I started to lose my culture?

Locker 4800, 4801,4802,4803

My locker was slowly approaching but with every step I took, the more nervous I got. 

Locker 4850

Looking down at the combination I spun the lock as it directed and smiled when it opened without hesitation. At least something was going right. Shoving my coat inside the locker, I slammed it shut and jumped back when I noticed a familiar pair of sea blue eyes standing behind the locker door.

"You've got to stop doing that," I told him holding onto my chest.

"Sorry. I didn't know you were coming to this school." He didn't seem to be disappointed by that fact, more excited actually and I smiled lightly.

"I didn't know you came here, looks like I know one person now." He grinned at my statement and I couldn't help the flutters of butterflies in my stomach.

"How has your first day been?"

"Not so great actually but it's starting to look up."

"Well at lunch you can hang out with me and my friends if you want. You'll love them although Dylan is a little much. And you and my sister will get along really well."

"I'm sure we will," I said smiling before noticing another familiar face making their way over here. Great, it was Ms. Cheerleader again and she looks furious. Wait.... This isn't his sister, is it?

"Cameron, why are you doing talking to... that?"

"Because he wants too and last time I checked I was human," I interrupted and she snapped her head into my direction, glaring. 

"Was I talking to you?" She snapped angrily.

"No, but I answered. See how that works or should I repeat it a little slower?"

"Baby are you going to let her talk to me like that!" She snapped and I would've laughed if I wasn't so shocked. Baby??? 

"Wait a minute... This is your girlfriend?" I asked and he nodded sheepishly before I busted into laughter. Of course, this was his girlfriend! 

"What's so funny bitch?"

"Your face after I fuck it up if you call me out my name again. See you around Cameron," I walked passed them with an extra sway in my hips before laughing to myself. 

His girlfriend...