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Chapter 4: Who does this bitch think she is?

A/N:

A sneak peak into Ms Anderson's mind.

Next 3 chapters are out!

*MS. ANDERSON AKA MUSKETEER #1'S POV*

"Hi, I'm Eli."

I look up from my phone and see a boy?... girl?... standing in front of the class. Their hair was jetblack and sported a boy cut and their ears sported a lot of piercings but this bad boy/girl look was contrasted by round glasses and innocent looking brown eyes. I sit up straight and smile to myself. Looks like we're going to have someone new to play with. Thank goood. These losers were getting boring. Even little Mia isn't as much fun anymore.

"Are you a guy or a girl?" Brendan shouts being his typical self and earning snickers from his friends. I look at the newbie actually interested in what they'll say and expecting them to lose composure or breakdown. Instead they nonchalantly say, "I'm gay."

Well, that doesn't answer the question. Wait -- why does it matter?

I watch Brendan try to trip him/her unsuccessfully and get detention. This one's a fighter. We're going to have fun.

The day went on and I tried to gather as much information as I could about the newbie without seeming interested. Jane found out that Eli was female when their teacher called her 'Ms. Torres' in a class they shared. Kate heard through the other students that Eli mostly kept to herself and only smiled when the teachers talked to her; and almost always she'd say something to make them flustered. So we've got an anti-social loner, who likes to flirt with teachers. My mind was already bubbling with ideas.

I was chatting with the squad telling them they needed to shape up unless they wanted to take another run on my specially designed obstacle course when I bumped into someone and fell to the ground, the contents of my drink spilling on me.

"You fucking bitch!" I shout ready to berate this stupid person with insults. I look up and find myself looking at Eli with a confused look on her face which she quickly changed to a smirk.

"I would've said sorry but I'm a fucking bitch so nevermind."

"Don't you know who I am?" I scoff at her.

"No." This takes me aback. How could she not know who I am? I am Sam Anderson. I am the Queen Bee. I rule this place.

Not wanting to stay here any longer with my drink all over my uniform, which she'll definitely pay for later, I shout, "Well you better!" as I walk away thinking of the oh so many things I have in store for her.

"I still don't know who you are!" I hear her shout. Oh honey you'll know soon enough and I'll make sure you never forget who Sam Anderson is.

***

I'm sitting in my chair waiting for the class to start and mulling over my evil ideas when I feel someone make their way pass me and sit in the chair beside me. The audacity. I look to my left about to give them a piece of my mind when I realized it was Eli. She dares to just sit here beside me? After what she did during lunch? I watch her take out a notebook and pen completely ignoring me. I cough to catch her attention and cough again when she didn't react. Still nothing. This bitch. I cough again and this time she looks at me.

"Do you need a mint or something?" she looks at me as if only realizing who she was sitting next to, which of course offended me.

I raise my hand and say in my sweetest voice, "Mr. Peters, can I please change seats?" I was sure Mr. Peters would fall for my act after all no one can resist me but to my surprise he just looks at me disinterested and says, "No, Ms. Anderson. There aren't any free seats to change to."

I was about to sweetly suggest exchanging seats with someone else when Mr. Peters immediately started the class. I feel Eli lean towards me and whisper, "Hate me that much huh?"

I glare at her but don't say anything and revert my attention to class. I could feel her staring at me and not even trying to hide it so I turned and asked angrily, "Can I help you?"

And this person had the audacity to prop her elbow on her desk, place her chin on her hand, tilt her head, and just say, "Hmm..." then faces forward. Who does that?!

I look back at the board but I couldn't care less what Mr. Peters was doing. All I could think about was how I would make this girl's life a living hell.

***

P.E. The only thing I hate more than the stupid people around here. Don't get me wrong. I'm athletic. I am the head cheerleader after all. But I hate playing the stupid team sports Coach Cobb has us do every now and then. She says it's to build teamwork and camaraderie. Bitch, I get enough of that in Cheer I don't need to build camaraderie with these losers. The only thing that makes this class bearable is that I have it with Jane and Kate. They're actually the only two people that I consider my friends. We were sitting at the benches chatting about the pranks we could do when--

"Look who it is," Jane says looking towards the entrance. It was no other than the devil herself.

"Why's she wearing long sleeves? It's so hot in here. Although she does look a little hot," Kate says insinuating something else.

"Calm your tits, Kate. You'll have your chance later." I say glaring at the black haired girl looking at us.

"What's up with her legs?" Jane asks and I look to see there were traces of healed scars on them. The amount of it was enough for me to think either she's in bad shit or she went through bad shit.

"Alright girls, gather around we're playing dodgeball!" Coach Cobb motions for us to come closer.

"Sounds like we're breaking Eli's glasses earlier than we thought," I say to my friends with a smile.

"Oh bring it on!" Jane says punching her hand.

Coach Cobb told us to break into teams and do some stretches. Obviously we picked the ones who looked like they could give a good fight and left Eli to team with the weak ones. Considering her legs, I doubt she has any fight in her either. I was scanning her team smirking to myself when I saw her stretching. She had a blank look on her face but her eyes looked bright. As she stretched out her arms, her shirt slightly rose up revealing her brown skin and a toned waist. Hmm, am I wrong? I quickly look away in case she sees me staring at her and thinks I'm checking her out.

***

"How is she doing that?!" Kate gasps beside me.

"It's like she's not even getting tired!" Jane complains.

"Shut up and keep throwing!" I shout at them.

I am not letting this bitch win. I let my frustration and anger fuel me and throw ball after ball at her, even stealing one from my teammate. But she just kept dodging them like some little rat and every time she caught one she'd look at me and smile obviously trying to provoke me. She didn't even try to pretend and hit the others. She was only targeting me and my friends. One by one she took us out leaving me for last. As if she didn't have enough fun, she looks at me, smiles, and feigns throwing a ball. I wasn't going to let her hit me so I quickly ran to the side but I realized too late when she actually threw the ball and it hits me on my foot.

I shoot her a death glare but she didn't even notice since she was already surrounded by her teammates cheering her on. Coach Cobb even went as far as asking her to play for the school. What team, she doesn't even mention. And is she actually checking out Coach? I mean she's not that old but still. Hold up-- is Coach actually blushing?? This girl is slowly getting the students and teachers wrapped around her fingers and I am NOT going to have that. I like my spot at the top and I am not giving that up.

A/N:

What do you think of Sam?

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