The New Girl

The Music Teacher

"You know." Val says, waking up. "My moms a social worker, she can-"

"No!" I exclaim. "You can't tell anyone Val, I'm serious."

"Okay, I won't." She says.

"Good. Now let's get ready for school." I sigh, getting up.

* * * *

Heading to school I feel all eyes on me, they probably know what happened to me, what Amelia did.

"You want to do something after school?" Val asks me as I get books from my locker.

"Maybe, what did you have in mind?" I question.

"Anything you want." She replies.

"How about bowling." Reggie suggests, walking over with Harris and Jason.

"Sounds good." I reply, noticing Andy walk into the hall. "Can we go to class?"

"We have art so you're with me and Reggie." Val says.

"Lets go." I grab my stuff, shut my locker and walk past Andy and onto the corridors.

"Try not to kill her." Reggie says as we pass Amelia and the cheerleaders.

Amelia looks at me but keeps walking, not stopping and not talking. "Well that was odd." Val says.

"Indeed."

Walking to class I see Brandon, Josh, Jordan and other jocks spread evenly along the corridor; four on the right wall and four on the left as they stand opposite each other. They're rating girls.

"7.5." I hear Josh say.

"Prepare to be judged." Val sighs. I walk ahead of her.

"I'm a ten boys don't bother rating, I already know." I tell them, not stopping walking through them.

"You never fail to amaze me." Val laughs.

"Well now they're thinking about me and are not judging you." I reply.

"I'm pretty glad I'm a boy." Reggie says.

"Girls do the exact same thing, they're just quieter about it." I tell him.

Arriving at class I see that Brandon is in this class with Jordan which ought to be interesting.

We are told to paint the fruit in front of us. Brandon is sat behind me with Jordan, I hear them talking about girls asses all lesson as they're sat at the back and have perfect view.

"... watch this." Brandon says, walking over to me with a water jug in his hand.

Swiftly, I stand up, tipping the water back over him, which he was going to do to me. "Oops." I smile as people begin sniggering. "I guess I really do get you wet."

"You're a fucking bitch." He snaps.

"Okay." I smile, sitting back down.

* * * *

After art I have music and Jesus was this teacher hot. "Wow he needs a fan." I laugh at Harris.

"I don't even want to know about that." He says.

"He's a hot teacher, you have to admit." I whisper.

"I'll admit that." The red head from a few days ago smiles. "I'm Lauren by the way, I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me."

"It's fine." I smile. "I was glad I could do it."

"She does it to everyone, you'll never be able to stop her. She'll never stop." Lauren tells me, sitting down.

"Hayley." Sir says. "Welcome to music, I hope you thoroughly enjoy the subject."

"I'm sure I will." I smirk, crossing my legs under the desk.

"Do you play an instrument?" He asks.

"I play guitar a little."

"Electric?"

"Yes."I reply.

"I thought so." He smiles.

"Your acoustic?" I question.

"Yes."

"I thought so." I smile.

"So today's lesson..." He begins.