Dealing with the Delinquent

1:Strawberry Smoothie

I'm going to make this clear: I do not care who reads my books! I don't care what race you are or the color of your skin. if want to read a book I write, then read it! Just because I write books with black main characters doesn't mean only black people can read them. Anyone and everyone are free to read my books. Thank you

A/N: I was asked to put a picture of who I saw Diem as...so here it is

Diem's POV

The first day.

It's the first day of senior year. Time to rush inside the school building to be engulfed into multiple hugs and be told of how much my friends missed me and how I missed them too. Too bad I don't have any friends to do that with. It's not like I don't want friends, trust me I do. I mean it would be nice to be able to walk down the hallway with someone to talk to and complain to and to have someone to eat lunch with instead of walking the hallways a million times alone.

But it is nice to be able to not be caught up in drama from time to time. Plus I would never have to worry about being backstabbed.

I continue my walk toward the building of Hawking Clayman's High listening to my Spotify playlist. Everything is fine, today will be a good day, I just know it and noth-

"Want a break from the ads? With Spotify Premium you can now listen to your music ad-free"  I yelp out due to the sudden ad

God, why are they so loud? I yank my ear pods out of my ears and start to put them away. As I did so I notice Olivia Maxs' car roll up to me.

Come on, we haven't even reached the school yet and you're already going to bother me

"Hey Diim" She purposely pronounces my name wrong

"Actually it's Diem, you know like a dime, "I say in a low voice. God why I am such a coward around her, she has no power over me. I mean sure she has the body of a goddess, long beachy waves for hair, and intimidating dark blue eyes.

"Whatever, I just wanted to say that I think this year is going to be a good year"

"Why's that"

"Well it's the last year we have together, so get ready for the worst year of your life"

Out of nowhere, one of her minions splashes me with some substance. I gasp as they drive away laughing. I look down in disbelief as my outfit is ruined. Granted it wasn't great to start with but. My blue jeans now have a stain from what was thrown at me, which I have concluded to be a strawberry smoothie, and my shirt is covered in it.

Okay, Diem calm down, you have two options here. You can either run home and change and miss your first class or you can run into school and go cry in the bathroom. After thinking it over I decided to wear the flannel I had tied to my waist as a shirt and wipe any leftover smoothie I had on my pants with my sleeve. After I 'cleaned' myself up I quickly walked on school grounds and headed for the front entrance. As I passed Olivia's car, she and her minions whisper to one other before laughing, I didn't think much of it until a few other students did the same thing. I have no idea what's happening

I walk down the hallway and the whispers and laughs only get worst. I walk to the office to get my schedule. Even the people in there were giving me weird looks

"Um, name?"

"Diem Sallow"The lady looks through her files before grabbing my schedule

"here you go sweetie by the way, did you have an incident" the front lady hands me my schedule

"what do you mean"

"You have something in your hair"

I lift my hand up to my ponytail and feel something squishy. What is that? When I pull my hand back I realize that I have a little smoothie puddle in my hair. That's why everyone was laughing at me.

God, I hate senior year

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And if you look to your left forks, you will see the famous water fountain. What makes it so famous, well it's the only fountain in the whole school that has cold nice drinking water that just hits different. And if you look straight ahead you will notice the same fucking couple we have walked by for the twentieth time now, still sucking faces.

I wonder what's it's like. Not to suck faces with someone but to have someone want to suck your face.

Okay, that came out wrong. I mean, I wonder what's it's like to have someone want you and love you. Boys have never paid any time to me before. I mean, this one time in second grade, this guy I think his name was Kevin or something like told me that he likes me and wanted to be his girlfriend. We dated for about a week until he broke up with me because I would never share my fruit snacks with him. But, I don't think that boy understood how good fruit snacks are. I would never share them, no matter what

It's currently lunch and like I said this morning, it would be really great to have a friend right now. After the whole smoothie thing, the front lady in the office allowed me to grab a shirt from the student store. To be honest, I'd rather wear a smoothie-covered flannel than a shirt with our school mascot on the front. How much more of a dork can I look right now.

I turn the corner, you minding my own business, just looking at my feet as I walk until I run into a brick wall. Now I've read enough books in my time to know that the brick wall is really just the dreamiest boy ever. I look up and realized I actually hit a brick wall

"God, you such a dork," My inner voice says. Only I don't remember my inner voice going through puberty. Or being a male for that matter.

I turn around and come face to face with one of them

One of the four Blondes

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  Just short and simple for the first chapter...I actually really like it