Three

LUCY'S POV

The nerve of that guy. Who the fuck does he think he is, we'll see.. ohh we are so gonna fucking see. If he thinks I'm one of those bimbo sluts, he's got another thing coming. I walk towards the next class, maths which is taught by Mr Clark. Now he's a fucking pain in the ass. He's so strict I wonder how he treats his wife at home. And I hear he has kids. Man I pity them.

I reach and enter the class, few minutes later he enters. He starts to talk about quadratic equations and I just tune him out. Maths isn't really my strong suit so I don't really care much about it. As far as I pass I'm cool with that. Since I'm not actually paying attention, I glance out the window daydreaming about California, and days with my best friend Lucas. You didn't think I'd be best friends with a girl right?. No offense but I don't really like girls..they come with too much drama, if you know what I mean.

Lucas and I have been friends since I was growing up in California. We've seen each other at our worst and best. But he's a play-boy too or man whore if you please, that's how I know Cole is.

"Lucy can you answer the question?" Mr Clark says stopping my day dream.

"Huh? What?" I ask, coming out of the daze, still confused.

"Detention!" He says sternly before continuing with the class.

Ughh! God I hate this class! The bell rings as he tells us to read up on longitude and latitude, that there is gonna be a quiz next class. The class including I myself, groan.

I walk to the cafeteria making sure to mind my way so I don't bump into any unwanted people. On reaching, it's full of people standing, talking or chatting with each other. I see a queue and join. My turn comes and I order spaghetti with meatballs and head to a free table. In the cafeteria, everyone sits in groups, the jocks, cheerleaders, heck even nerds have their own society. But these things don't bother me as I sit and dig in.

"Is this space taken?" someone asks. I look up and see a girl with brown eyes standing few feet from me holding her tray. She looks nerdy with her glasses and braces. Her black hair is in a ponytail, but on closer speculation, I see it is actually dark brown.

"If you can fit in with all the empty space then I guess you can sit," I say sarcastically shrugging.

"Sure, thanks"she gives a small smile and sits and starts to eat. She got pizza and orange juice. "I'm Tamara" she says after a while looking like she's trying to gauge my reaction.

Tamara! That name sure rings a bell. There was a rumor in school not that I care about stuff like that, but stories do fly and this one soared high. Anyway, a rumor that a Tamara shagged the maths teacher Mr Clark. Eww who would actually do that. I mean fuck he's a married man. Well the news spread wide, I heard it was Natasha that spread it but knowing her, I'd say she was the one who shagged him. I mean she literally fucks anything with a dick.

"I'm Lucy" I look at her and say not reacting in any way, then continue eating. Then Natasha fucking banks decides to make an appearance at the table with her fucking bimbos too. How fucking lovely! I was mentally prepared to take her down but apparently she wasn't here for me.

"Awww! If it isn't poor old Tammy"she sneers in a high pitched voice which I knew was totally fake. "Didn't think you'd show your face after all the rumors about you. I mean if I was rumored to have shagged a teacher I'd change school even the country too"she adds laughing.

" I doubt you'd only be rumored, you'd also be caught shagging a teacher since you already fucked every guy in school". Tamara says looking up. "How does it feel being a disease carrier- STDs by your progress so far. Hmm?" She asks. Wow I was so wrong about this chick. Hello badass. I smile.

Natasha fumes, "at least I get to fuck you prude. Your vagina must be a fucking desert," she smirks.

"That's not what Jeremy said last night though"she sneers. Jeremy is Natashas on-again off-again boyfriend" and at least it's not a disease harbor," Tamara counters.

"Whatever you're just a waste of time anyway," Natasha says then looks at me. I stare back. She looks like she's about to say something and I narrow my eyes. She then rolls her eyes and walks away.

Tamara just sighs and takes a sip of her juice.

"Wow! Damn girl. I like your attitude and take it from me I don't like that in alot of people," I say smiling at her.

She laughs, "Thanks. You're cool too. You have got to show me how you made her shut up and walk away," she says.

"Sure, like they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend." I smirk.

"Does this mean were friends?" She asks smug.

"Hmmm. I'll consider it. But just so you know I'm really crazy and not hell bent on rules. So being my friend is gonna be fucking hard. You up for that?" I ask brows raised.

"Sure. I think we're all crazy in our own special way"she smiles. Holy shit! You get me so well.

The bell rings and it's time for the last class. Luckily we both have it, computer. As we walk towards the class, I feel comfortable around Tamara like we've been friends forever. And it's nice having a friend even if she may or may not have fucked my maths teacher. But who am I to judge, secretly we've all done some fucked up shit no one knows about.

On entering the computer lab, we pick systems next to each other and sit. Our teacher, Mr cliff is pretty well laid back and doesn't really teach. So we all do whatever we like for the 45mins there. I and Tamara get to know more about each other. After 45mins the bell rings and school is over.

"Hey. Are you going home yet?" Tamara asks as we leave the class.

"Nah. I got detention"I say flinging my bag over my back.

"Ok then I guess we'll see tomorrow. Here let me give you my number," she says and I give her my phone.

"Thanks, bye!" I wave and head to Mr Clark class for detention.