9. Oops I did it Again, with Shelby (1/2)

i'm thinking that mabye some of you guys didn't see it in my last chapter's author note... but please vote on the poll that i have on my profile, okay? it's about whether or not i should continue this fanfic, or start a new one! thanks! disclaimer: i do not own gallager girls or areopostale! this chapter is dedicated to liveygirl98. enjoy!

zach's pov

i peeked around the corner, searching the hallway for grant or cammie. i had got a text early this morning from cammie around 3 a.m. saying that grant wasn't going to be at school today, but i didn't want to risk my chances. i saw the students start to pile into the school as the bell rang, signaling us to go to homeroom- but none of them were granst or cammie.

i sighed and looked down at my sceduale, giving up. it was our first day of 10th grade, sophmores. and i had never been in this part of the school before. instead of light blue lockers, like last year, this corridor had maroon red lockers, and a lot more of them. there were also a lot more rooms and (supposedly) a lot stricter teachers. my locker was number 652 and my combo was 17-83-62.

i wandered down the hallway, watching the numbers of students passing me and reading the numbers off the lockers, trying to find my own. i slowed down when i got to the even-numbered 600 lockers. i saw a girl opening a locker next to mine. i froze. then gulped.

this particular girl had long black-

own hair, dark

own eyes, and a very alluring

itish accent. bex. well, everyone at school calls her bex, her real name is rebecca baxter.

i walked over to my locker just as she closed hers. she turned her perfect head at the sound of me, and smirked. we have hated each other since 2nd grade, and for no apparent reason either, its just kind of a natural instinct, if you have to put a lable on it though, were kind of like... frenemies. all of our friends are friends with each other, so we have to hang out all the time, even though we hate each other.

"goode." she griminced, flicking her hair behind her perfectly sculpted shoulders and switching her weight from her right leg, to her left. her areopostale bag swinging at her side.

"baxter." i said, grimincing right back at her. she spun around and walked away, looking down at her schedual, then looking up at the room numbers, trying to find where she was headed.

i turned back to my locker and put in my combo. it swung open to reveal an empty, dusty, old locker. i sighed, putting my bag in and hanging it on a hook and taking out my binder. i closed my locker and looked at my schedual, reading it over a couple of times before actually moving

student name: zachary j. goode

student id number: 4736583

homeroom: 382

1st period: art 362

2nd period: pe lrggym

3rd period: math 372

4th period: science: 382