Five. Four. Three. Two.
I pushed open the doors of the school, walking in like I owned the place... Which I was going to, eventually. These people just didn't know it yet. I had memorized where my locker was so I wouldn't look like a total bumbling fool.
Locker 267. Turn left, then right, and there it is. I gave a small smirk as I noticed my locker neighbor.
Ladies, get out your boxing gloves. It's time for Round One.
Oozing self-confidence, I strode over to my locker. After opening it, placing a mirror inside, organizing everything, and then reapplying my lip gloss, I slammed my locker door shut and turned to Andrea, who coincidentally had the locker right next to mine. "Hey." I said coolly, turning to her.
I watched as Andrea tried to process who I was. Twirling her long, curly, blonde hair around her index finger, she gave me a not-so-subtle once-over. I tried to look lofty and above it all as she took in my designer pink sequined shirt, black miniskirt, and baby pink heels with an envious glare. Then, she looked at me. "Do I know you?"
Pride filled my stomach, but I kept my face a mask. Andrea didn't recognize me! Score! I had really transformed. I leaned close to her. "It's Jill. You know, from ninth grade?" I watched with secret delight as the shock and recognition registered on her face. I smirked, giving her jazz hands. "Surprise."
Suddenly, two girls, one a tall African American with long glossy hair the color of a raven's feather, and the other a petite redhead with skin as pale as white printer paper, sashayed over to Andrea. I didn't know their names. Andrea was the only one at Theodore that I remembered.
"OMG, A," Glossy Hair said to Andrea, her voice low and gravelly. "Did you hear about Sierra? Apparently Caleb blocked her from all of his social media stuff."
The redhead's eyes flickered over to me, where I was watching, taking in the scene. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice high and breathy, like a flute.
Andrea coughed, a clear expression of annoyance on her pretty face. Her minions failed to notice, so I decided to introduce myself. "I'm Jill," I said, offering them a close-lipped smile. "I transferred back here. I was just in Paris since ninth grade."
"Paris?" The redhead said in awe. "Was that where you got your scarf?"
I fingered my blue silk scarf that went perfectly with my outfit. "Yep. Chic, isn't it?" I tossed my hair behind my shoulder. "So who are you two?" I continued, eyeing Glossy Hair and Redhead.
Andrea looked annoyed, but still said nothing.
Redhead was the first to speak. "I'm Elizabeth," she beamed, holding out a hand, which I shook. I had a feeling that Elizabeth was the upbeat, cheerful one, judging by her sunny disposition and the way she so openly welcomed me.
Glossy Hair gave me a smile as well. She was more refined than Elizabeth, but still friendly. "I'm Cheyenne," she said, giving me a nod. She then surveyed my outfit, hair, and makeup. I preened as she gave me the once-over. "Cute outfit."
"Thanks," I replied coolly. "I got it in..."
"I knew her before she went to Paris. Jill used to be huge here at Theodore." Andrea interrupted, smirking.
Inwardly, I chuckled at that, even if Andrea had been poking fun at my previous weight. It was clear she was jealous that her minions were paying so much attention to me. Andrea was used to being the center of attention, and when she wasn't, she did all she could to revert it back to her.
I smiled sweetly at Andrea. "That's right. Everyone loved me," I replied, hoping that Elizabeth and Cheyenne thought that Andrea meant huge as in hugely popular. "And anyways, I was wondering if I could sit with you three at lunch. You guys seem to be the only ones here with any sort of fashion sense."
Cheyenne and Elizabeth exchanged excited smiles. I knew complimenting them would get their approval. "Sure!" Elizabeth said excitedly.
Andrea gave her a dirty look. "Seriously?" she drawled, annoyed.
"What?" Elizabeth asked her. "There's been a free seat available ever since Sierra hooked up with..." Andrea gave her a look that could turn someone into stone, and Elizabeth clammed up quick.
There was an awkward silence. Cheyenne was the one to break it. She turned to me. "What class do you have first?" she asked me.
"AP English," I responded, showing her my schedule.
"That's with me! Come on, let's go get seats together!" Cheyenne suggested. As we walked away, I saw Elizabeth duck into another classroom, leaving Andrea standing by her locker, all alone.
I followed Cheyenne's long strides to the classroom, only looking back once at Andrea, who looked like she would shoot lasers out of her eyes to burn into my skull if she could. I smirked and waggled my fingers at her before flipping my hair and turning back to Cheyenne.