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Being the only black girl gave me a kind of popularity when I first came to this school. And then my academics gave me more popularity. Hold on, I didn't tell you I was black?

Let me describe myself again. My personal appearance now I mean.

"Ash..."

When did we go on nickname calling? It all happened when she and her girlfriend saw me this morning and came to meet me so we could enter the school together.

"Morning, Neve." 

I'm like, what?! 

"Ash... Could you like describe me? My physical appearance, I mean." I said and she nodded her eyes twinkling.

"Why does she look so happy?" I asked Connie.

"You'll find out soon." Connie replied with a smile looking at her girlfriend.

"Shhh! I'm about to go." Ashley said making us look back at her.

I wanted to talk but Connie held my arm and shook her head. I blinked before going back to Ashley.

"Alright. Get ready to hear the most fascinating and most interesting description ever." She said rubbing her palm together.

I smiled at her enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's start with your face.  You have a light eyebrow, not too much, not too little, that compliments your oh so long black eyelashes and your eyes, those sparkling green gems don't lie.

Your lips pink and plum that I so wish to kiss it but I have a girlfriend that I love so... Your face is oval like an egg and it really really compliments your whole features as well as your shiny black wavy hair. You have an hourglass figure... It's like they measured you before making this uniform cause it fits you so well. And then your legs... My my... They are the most beautiful straight legs I've ever seen." She finished and I was rolling in laughter.

"Oh my! Your white pearl teeth looks so priceless so does your laugh and your beautiful smile." She said clapping her hands together and bringing it to the side of her face resting on it.

"Please... stop." I said shaking my head still laughing.

"Told ya." Connie replied smirking at me.

"I see what you mean now." 

"What are you guys talking about?" She asked staring at her girlfriend.

"You should probably be an author. I mean, you could write scripts for the theatre club." I replied shrugging.

"Meh. It's not fun and dramatic." She said shaking her body.

I laughed again throwing my head back and she smiled at us.

"Hey! Isn't that my best friend over there?!" We heard suddenly making my laugh die down.

I know that voice. Popular Bastard.

I looked up to see everyone's eyes on him and so was mine. Until he was coming near me... My eyes widened in disbelief as he stopped in front of me with a smirk.

"Look who is here." I said rolling my eyes.

He opened his mouth to talk when,

"Dude! Aren't I your best friend?" Someone cut him off from behind and I popped my head to see who was there even though I had an hint of who it was. And I was correct.

Zaire Hemple was standing there, crossed and looking solely at Quinnel with a glare.

"What?" Quinnel asked.

"That shit annoys. Don't act like you didn't hear when you did." I said patting his back with a sigh and I turned to leave.

"Hey, hold on." He said pulling my arm back.

He turned his head back to Zaire who was still looking at him obviously demanding an explanation.

"What do you expect me to say?" He asked also staring at him now.

"I don't know! Say stuff like "She's just a friend. You're my best friend." Something along that line."

"Hold on... Are you guys dating?" I asked pointing at the two of them with an amused smile.

"No!"

"Ah!" 

Yep, Zaire shouted Ah! Seriously though, what's up with that dude? But it was obvious he was joking about the best friend stuff but I don't think Quinnel is getting shit.

"Zaire, don't worry... I'm not out to have your best friend. You can have him all to yourself and you still have him to yourself." I said smiling at him.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded again.

"Alright! I was just pulling his legs and he looks really speechless." Zaire said pointing at Quinnel.

"I am speechless. You know, sometimes I do wonder why I have you as a friend." He said and Zaire grinned at him.

"I know I know. It's that love that pulled you to me. That attraction..." I was already walking off by now. I turned my head to see Quinnel beside me. My eyes widened and I turned back to see Zaire still explaining to the lockers.

Zaire was an handsome guy, no doubt about it. As his surname implies, he is Scottish. His hair is brown in colour which he styled to the back into a small ponytail and his face was thin yet it was beautiful. His black eyes so complimented his eyelashes.

I mean, I guess you could totally relate. He and the buffoon beside me are the most handsome guys in the school. Everyone sees why they were given that title. It's not even a damned partial.

Quinnel was a beautiful man as well. If not more than Zaire. His thick black hair always left messy but I think he tries his best to not make it look like that but well... His honey coloured eyes look so beautiful and that was the first thing that drawed me to him when I met him at first about 14 years ago.

His lips were full and pink that even I felt jealous of his fine lips. I mean, why is his lips so beautiful?! Even more than girls own.  The cute dimples that shows whenever he smiles is a killer. His Adam apple bobbed as his eyes moved from one person to another. 

The school uniform fitted him to perfection and his muscles bulged out of it showing off the fact that he worked out.

I mean, he is a basketball player. He is the Captain! Of course he was going to work out to keep fit and stuff. Well, Quinnel is an hot person, but I'll never tell him that. I don't want to inflate his ego. Insert eye roll.

"Hey Quinnel." I heard making me look away from him to a girl in front of us. She was smiling at Quinnel and then briefly glanced at me her expression changing ever so lightly.

"Hey, Navaeh." She greeted and I waved at her.

"I'll be in class then." I said waving at Quinnel.

"Talk to you later, Heaven." He said waving back at me.

My brows furrowed. Heaven?

"I wanted to invite you to a party." I heard and I rolled my eyes walking away slipping my hand into the pockets of my cardigan.

A party? It's just the second fucking week! Calm the fuck down you hormonal teenagers!

Well, it's not like it's my problem. I have absolutely nothing to do with the parties they throw. Haven't gone to one like for Three years now.

Parties are a waste of time, in every fucking possible way. I mean, imagine this... A sea of people, drunk and their hormones running about like crazy all together in one place.

How messy and sweaty would that be?! Very! Eww!

"Wait for me." I heard making me pause stepping into the classroom.

I turned around to see Zaire heaving heavily.

"You okay?" I asked and he raised his thumb in approval before we stepped into the class together.

Surprising enough, he said nothing about leaving his standing alone in the hallway taking to the locker like a crazy man.

He sat beside me and I opened my mouth to say it was Quinnel's seat before I remembered he wasn't in this class.

"You're not in Mr Finch's class." I said pointing at him.

"I transferred." He replied shrugging.

"You did? From what class?" 

"Latin. Became boring right on the first day." He said and I laughed at him shaking my head.

"Get off my seat." 

We both turned to Quinnel glaring down at Zaire.

"This is your seat?" He asked pointing at the chair.

"Yep. Now get off." He replied.

"Hold on. First Come First Serve. I got here first." Zaire replied and Quinnel raised his fist and the next thing I saw Quinnel was setting his bag down on the table before he took his seat.

"Where is Zaire?" I asked.

"Right here, my lady." I heard making me turn around.

"Oh you're right there. But isn't that someone else's seat?" I asked.

"So? First come First Serve." He replied shrugging.

I shook my head at him. It didn't work with Quinnel, what's the assurance it was going to work with whoever owned the seat originally?

"Oh right! How did you get my contact?" I asked turning around to him.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh I see where Quinnel got it from. You both are not okay." I said pointing at him nodding my head.

"He asked me to get it for you." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"We already established that. Now, the issue on ground is where did you get my contact?" 

"Ah!" He yelled and then placed his head onto the table.

"Hold on, what's wrong with you?" He said suddenly looking back up.

"Me?" I pointed at myself with my index.

"No, you." He said and I noticed his voice was directed to Quinnel.

Quinnel was staring absentmindedly at the strap of his bag and I blinked at him then turned to Zaire to see him already waiting for my eyes to look over at him.

I shrugged and he did the same as well. I almost slapped his head right there and then.

I looked back to Quinnel shoving his arm with my elbow lightly. He blinked and looked at me.

"Who? Me?" 

"No. Me." Zaire replied and he rolled his eyes.

"Why did you leave abruptly on Saturday?" I asked and he blinked at me before he paused.

"I sent you a text telling you my Mum ordered me to come home." He said and I shook my head pulling out my phone.

"No you did not." I said opening the message app.

"I did." He said leaning in to check my phone.

I showed him the last message I got which was from... Connie. She was asking if I wanted to... Hold on.

I turned the phone back to me, oh... If she should open a group for the three of us. Kill me!

"A group?" Zaire asked.

"Get your eyes out of my phone." I turned glaring at him.

"So what do you say?" I heard suddenly making me turn my face back to the front to see Connie staring at me. Ashley was looking at me as well.

"I mean, sure?" I said and she beamed like the child that had gotten the gift she wanted for Christmas.

"I want in on the group too!" Zaire said pouting.

"Uh sorry... If you haven't noticed, it's a girls only group." Ashley said gesturing at the three of us, herself, Connie and me.

I blinked at Zaire pouting lips shaking my head. He sometimes behaves like a man child even though I had never talked to him before, you could see he genuinely like Quinnel so did Quinnel. 

"How about we open a group and add him in it and then open another group for just the three of us?" I suggested and Connie nodded her head.

"Okay! I'll create our group now." 

"Quinnel, do you want in on the group too?" I asked turning to him.

"I was afraid you wouldn't ask." He said and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay, I'll open the ones for the five of us then." I said and they nodded their head.

Then I paused turning around to face Zaire who was looking at me like he knew what I was about to say.

"I'll call you now." He said and pulled out his phone.

"No!" We both yelled. Hold on, we?

I turned my head to Quinnel whose face was as red as when he was holding my bra. Why did I have to remember that? Now I'm blushing.

"Why not?" Connie asked looking at Quinnel.

"What? Did I say something?" He asked and I blinked at him turning my head to the three people left.

"Neve? What's up with him?" Ashley asked making me turn my head back to her shaking it to tell her I have no idea.

Quinnel opened his mouth talk and like the saying goes, saved by the bell! The bell actually rang and I knew Mr Finch was coming through that door soon. Sorry, spoke to soon... He's here.

"Good Morning students!" He greeted and we all smiled at him.

"Good Morning Sir!" 

"Ooh! Smiling faces. This week sure is going to be great." He said and I nodded my head.

He smiled at me before his eyes went to Quinnel.

"Ashford. Always nice to see you." He greeted.

Hoots covered the whole class and I rolled my eyes. What's so special?

"Pleasure is all mine sir. And I trust you had a fantastic weekend?" He replied.

"Of course. Of course. Did you?" 

I saw Quinnel's eyes glance over to mine briefly before he looked back at Mr Finch.

"It was fantastic. I reconciled with an old friend of mine finally!" 

"That's great! Congratulations!" Mr Finch replied looking so happy.

Why is he happy? You don't even know who the friend is!

"Thank you very much sir." 

"Hemple. Come on. You're a transfer student, come up here and introduce yourself." He said waving at Zaire who smirked standing up.

Hoots like before covered the whole class and I almost cursed at them. Even Connie and Ashley were hooting. Even Quinnel is. Ugh!!!

"Well, I don't think I actually need any introduction. Everyone knows me, right guys?" He asked facing the class.

"Of course!!!!" They yelled in reply and I rolled my eyes yet again.

"You do know Six muscles are holding your eyes to the socket? Stop stressing the muscles." Quinnel whispered leaning in closer and I rolled my eyes yet again before I stuck my tongue at him.

"Class Assistant?" Mr Finch called and I stood up.

"Yes sir?" 

"Come here and call the register." He said waving me over. I nodded my head and walked to him.

Picking up the register book, I called the names. 

"Quinnel Ashford?" 

No response.

I looked up to see him smiling at me.

"Quinnel Ashford is absent in school, I see." I said and he stuck his tongue at me. Like a child.

You did that just three minutes ago. My mind told me.

"Present." He said and I rolled my eyes at him.

After calling all the names, I was about to go and sit when Zaire called me back.

"Cap!" He yelled and I looked up at him.

"You didn't call my name." He said.

"Oh sorry. It wasn't in the register book. Zaire Hemple?" 

"Present my lady." He said taking a small bow.

I smiled shaking my head and went back to my seat. Taking a seat, the class commenced.

When class was over, I stood up to pack my notes when Quinnel moved his chair near mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He just stared up at me and I blinked my eyes.

"Stop doing that." He groaned and I blinked more in confusion.

"Stop doing what? Stop standing?" I asked.

"Ugh! What class do you have next?" He asked and I nodded my head at Ashley taking to her girlfriend by the door perhaps waiting for me.

"I have baking with Ash." I said.

"Oh nice. I'll walk you to class." He said standing up.

"Don't you have a class now?" I asked backing my bag.

"I do. I'll just be a little late." He replied shrugging.

"Nah. How about I walk you to class and then Ashley and I can go to our baking class?" 

"Aw, that's so cute. Come on." He said taking my hand and I shrugged at Ashley.

She placed a light kiss on Connie's lips following us into the busy hallway. I turned my head and winked at her. She smiled and looked up keeping a straight face.

"So..." I heard making me turn my head to Quinnel.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't even ask what class I have now." He said and I shrugged at him.

"It can't be that bad." I said and he smiled at me.

"I have Arts now." He said and I stopped my feet making Quinnel knock his head into the person in front of him.

"Sorry man." He said and the guy just waved at him and walked away.

"Why did you stop?" She asked.

"I'm not letting Ms Florence see me. That woman is like a working machine." I said rubbing my head.

"This is the best I can do. See you later." I said patting his hand lightly slipping mine out of it.

I took Ashley's hand and we walked past the sea of people pushing our way to the Baking class.

"Was Ms Florence going to give you work?" Ashley asked with a chuckle in her voice when we had settled down in the class waiting for the teacher yet again.

"I wish. She told me to join arts class. Look at the ginger bread I tried last class! It's a disaster! I don't have any skill whatsoever in Arts department." I said throwing my hand up and she laughed at me.

Right now, we had electives. Arts, Baking, Crafting, Music and Journalism were the subjects for Electives.

Our teacher entered and we made Cake. We had done this last session but unfortunately some said they didn't remember how to make it and so, here we are.

After baking the cake, I cut a part and kept it in my bag, taking the rest to the cafeteria after Physics class.

"What's on the menu today?" Ashley asked eyeing the board above.

Pizza, Apple pie, French Toast and Spaghetti.

"One plate of spaghetti and one apple juice please." I said and turned to Ashley to see her eyes still roaming the board. 

I tilted my head at her and she looked at me smiling. Ashley was a beauty. She had chestnut hair that fell across her back. Her hair ended in curls and she had bangs falling on her forehead. Her eyes were black in color with a little touch of brown in them. Her nose was pointed and sharp with her cheekbone high. She licked her lips lightly making my eyes dart to her lips. 

Her lips was thin and pink and it fitted her round face.

"What do you think I should go for?" She asked making me look up at the board.

"Just get Pizza." I said and nodded looking at the cafeteria.

"There is Connie." I said pointing at her once I spotted her.

"Alright. Let me place my order." She said and walked to the lunch lady who gave her two slices of pizza and an orange juice box. 

I collected my tray of pasta with an apple flavored juice box lying beside it and made my way to the seat Connie was at.

Placing my tray down, I sat beside whoever was there and Ashley made her way to Connie's side sitting down as well.

"You really like Apple drink don't you?" I heard making me snap my head to Quinnel smirking at me.