August 10

      Shea Wainwright was one of the many girls who screamed when they learned of the appearance of Derek Tonkin. He wasn't coming until volgende week but Shea couldn't wait. She could finally claim that she dated a rock star. It was so obvious that he was going to end up dating her. She was the most populair girl in school. Why wouldn't a rock ster choose her as his girlfriend. She entered the lunchroom with her fingers interlocked with Eric.
      As usual, everyone was in their own group. The jocks were flirting with the cheerleaders while the nerds kept themselves on the outskirts of everyone else. The jocks and cheerleaders sat in the middle of the cafeteria. Everyone else had to sit around them and envy them. She was looking vooruit, voorwaarts to the envy part. It was nice to know that others were jealous if her naturally wavy blonde hair. 
      "Eric!" shouted Josh Monroe. He was one of Eric's friends. He also played football. "Tryouts are volgende week are u ready man! Coach already knows who he wants on the team. He won't be accepting anyone else."
      "Isn't that kinda unfair for the others?" Erica asked a bit guilty. Shea rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's innocence. 
      "Babe, it just means that u are the best. Accept it and forget about the others, they aren't worth it," Shea said. 
      Eric looked at her shocked. "Hon, you're kindling right? How can u actually feel that way about-" He never got to finish his sentence because Chloe sat down at the jock table. The room was silent. 
      Shea wasn't surprised of angry. She showed no emotion. It as times like these that made her queen bee. She gripped her low fat melk and came up behind Chloe. She made her voice loud and clear for the whole cafeteria to hear. Chloe ignored her. "We don't like her kind sitting anywhere near us, I just want to make that understood. Nice knowing ya new girl." Shea raised her melk cartoon and poured it on Chloe's head. 
      Chloe sat there for a minuut with melk dripping from her head. "Wow, milk, very creative. How long did it take for u to think of that. u know what they say, smart blondes are rare." Chloe gradually made her way to the bathroom with a smirk on her face. Shea stared after her, declaring her an enemy.

Blair Borgen rushed off to the girl's side. She knows how it feels to be ridiculed door Shea Wainwright. It happened a lot when she was vrienden it's Eric. She grabbed a towel and ran into the girls bathroom were she saw Chloe rinsing her hair in the sink. "This is going to take forever to get the out off hair. u k ow that right?" She didn't even glance towards Blair.
      "No worries, they say melk makes the hair grow shinier and stronger." Blair held the towel out for Chloe.
      "Do they actually say that?"
      "No I was just trying to make u feel better," Blair admitted shyly. 
      "Well it worked, Chloe."
      "Blair."

Erica Morrow had to get onto his girlfriend about harassing other girls. It was wrong and mean but she just and the rest of the football team found it hilarious. It was awful. This wasn't the first time him and Shea disagreed on what they found funny. He was meer into being nice while she found comedy in cruelty. Like all arguments, he just gave up. It was usual less to fight with Shea. When she wasn't looking, he went to go find new girl. He wanted to apologize for his girlfriend's behavior.
      He found her laughing with Blair, his ex-best friend. They were sitting outside the building on the benches just laughing and having a great time. "Hey," he said. They stopped their laughing and peered up at him. He never liked it when he received too much attention. It has been happening a lot since he joined the football team.
      "Hi," zei Blair. She hurried, averted her eyes elsewhere. 
      "You bumped into me yesterday morning." New girl stared up at him. "I'm Chloe."
      "I'm Eric," he replied. "I'm sorry from Shea's behavior and if she u look deep down within her I'm positive you'll find a sweet girl."
      "I doubt it," mumbled Blair.
      "I have to go back but if u need any help getting around just come find me." He smiled and walked back into Brunswick High. Talking to her made him so nervous. Why was that?

Derek Tonkin sat back in his private jet and enjoyed the wonderful entertainment that his iPad provided. The building of Brunswick High School wasn't magnificent as his manger had told him but it was out of the way. It was somewhere where the Paparazzi wouldn't find him. Brunswick, Georgia had to be the not out of the way town in existence. The waitress appeared volgende to him with different variety of sodas. 
      "Sierra Mist," he zei without looking from his iPad. She just stood there. "What are u waiting for?"
      "A 'please'" she zei in a thick Latino accent.
      "The only 'please' you'll get is when someone is begging u to stop asking them for food. u will end up like that if u don't give me my dang Sierra Mist." Derek looked testingly at he waitress. She looked offended but gave him the soda. Threatening always worked for Derek.