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I Feel Betrayed
BY: Jessie (idea, skeleton) and Kris (everything else…lmao)
A senior girl. Young woman rushed out of the room where she could here the sniggering of her fellow classmates. It was the first day of her senior year. A year that was supposed to be full of fun and merriment. She had to address the whole high school a few minutes ago and it was quite nerve racking seeing the insolent faces of her fellow seniors and then the kind faces of the young students...who all respected her with fervor.
In the middle of her addressing statement someone made a snide comment...She caught a few words, which were, Hermione...ugly...bookworm...mirror... She was breathing very hard now and she had finished.
She was disgusted by their harassment through the years and their insufferable behavior. Her mother had told her that girls change and mature as they get older but was not 6 years enough for them? Or did they need another year to well just being a bunch of obnoxious people. Last year is usually the most fun. I wonder if Senior year will be as fun as they say.
She had run for President of the Student Body. And she won. Hermione Granger was named President of the High School. Though it didn't do anything from her fellow peers in her grade to hate her even more. She had gained respect from younger students. Almost every freshmen, sophomore, and junior had been acquainted with her friendly. They had become her acquaintances and her only friends. Though they never were in her classes. So it wasn't much of a friendship. So instead of being humiliated more by her peers she took more courses and had excuses to go somewhere else during lunch, like the library.
The girl sighed and pushed a lock of her brown hair out of her face as she leaned against her locker and watched as the students went by from the assembly. Her hair was rather untamable as claimed by others that attended school with her. There were certain names they called, but she didn't want to think about it right now. She wasn't exactly pretty for one to call it. For someone would take one look at her and mutter wow. But then hearing what others say would drive all petty thoughts out of their mind and they would join the slander. She sighed again and unlocked the locker that was hers. She looked at her schedule. She had English IB. Oh Joy, She muttered as she saw Samuel Fraden walk by holding a copy of the same book she had in her hand, which was for English. He of course was flanked by his admirers and cronies. He caught her eye for a minute and winked before laughing.
"How many books do you plan reading this year Granger?" he said malevolently.
Hermione was used to this and shrugged slamming her locker before walking away. Another year. One more year. Last year. She sighed. It would all be over. One year. and that was it. One more year…of pain and torture.
The bell suddenly rang and there was a scuttle and loud unison of lockers slamming.
Damn it. Late for English IB, on your first day, Hermione?- a voice spoke in her head.
Shut up you. She turned a corner running but carelessly ran into someone else and ended up on the floor, alongside that someone else.
"Where's the fire?" a deep voice spoke sheepishly as the boy picked up a notebook hastily.
"Sorry," She muttered as she quickly picked up the papers that flew out of her folder and notebook. She stood up just as he had. "Er. Hermione Granger." she said putting her hand out to take.
"Ashton Charles Lombardy Guthrie the Third," he said mockingly and surprisingly shook her hand smiling. This didn't happen everyday. But Hermione instead didn't care about that at the moment. However, Hermione couldn't help but bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. He seemed to notice and cocked an eyebrow while tilting his head blinking. The name sounded like one would hear a prince or royalty called.
"Please to meet you, er your highness," she snorted . She could tell this boy was new. No one ever spoke to Hermione Granger without making snide comments about her or laughing at her in some rude fashion. Oh well. Let's just make the best of it for now. "You're new aren't you." she said after the silence that followed.
"Gee I don't know. Is it that obvious," he retorted sardonically but Hermione could have sworn she heard playfulness in his voice. She glanced at him. He was of Medium height but didn't so easily tower her. His eyes were a shade of blue and he had locks of brown hair. His built however was challenging his looks as well. Hermione groaned inwardly, another target for Julie and her entourage.
"Hello? You there. What class do you have Right now?" the boy questioned tilting his head to the side.
"AP English IB and I'm late. I must go Ashton. Nice meeting you…your highness," Hermione said curtsying slightly before starting to walk away.
He seemed surprised at her sense of humor and smiled. "I'll see you later, Miss Hermione Granger," he spoke to her and waved as he headed around the other corner.
Hermione smiled and made her way to the class room and what proved to be a not so bad class. She took her seat at one of the tables that had no one else sitting just as the final bell rang and other students walked in. Including Samuel Fraden. She groaned at the thought that entered her head.
How did I ever have a crush on him in the 8th grade? How...
"Come what may, I will never faze until the dying day. I hold a truth upon my lips which I shall spread. And will
not cease until I'm dead. You can yell; You can scream. But I would never care for I'm living out my
dream." "Excellent Ms. Granger! Wonderful job. Full marks on your portfolio," replied a jovial Mr.
Patterson, the English Honors teacher. "Did you write it yourself?" he said smiling down at her.
She was sitting in the 8th grade English Class room and they had to read something from their journals that they kept all year.
"Indeed, I did sir," she said smiling slightly of getting full marks. In the happiness of it all, she hadn't seen the look of disgust and loathe on her fellow classmates.
"Quite brilliant might I add," he said smiling at her.
"All right, Mr. Fraden. Where's you entry?" the smile had turn to a frown.
"Er Sorry sir but I seem to have misplaced It." said Samuel Fraden trying to act innocent rummaging through his notebook.
"This is the third time this month Mr. Fraden...considering we have only started the year with 3 days," he said to him. "As you know. Three strikes and you're out. Detention for a week," he said simply as the bell rang.
"But sir..." Samuel cried out indignantly and Hermione watched stalling ever so slightly putting her books in her bag slowly, examining each. "That isn't fair. You can't do that!?"
"Don't tell me what I can or can't do or I will change that week into a month of detention."
That shut Samuel up. He looked furious. At that time, Hermione was not quite so over her feelings for him.
"AND you will help Ms. Granger out with her tutoring on the 5th and 6th graders."
With this Samuel had jerked his head at Hermione. And Hermione bit her lip trying not smile but couldn't help herself but was shocked that she didn't receive a smile. Well she did but one that bore icily and sent shivers down her spine, in spite of herself.
"What, you mean this freak?" Samuel said rather rudely.
Hermione cringed at that...she looked at him and stared him down before walking out of the room and rushing into the bathroom that was empty. Everyone was at Lunch now, so it's not like anyone would miss her. Oh but how I wish...
Of course he never found out how crushed and heartbroken she was at his tone of voice and the look of hate and loathing in his eyes rather than his words. She had liked him. He was her first crush. Damn Hormones!
He had torn her apart before. Made her life living hell with the bunch of his bloody sluts. His ass was definitely in his head and was nothing more than an egoistical bastard. What more in heaven's name did he want now! Didn't he know she was still so crushed by how they've been loathing her and hated her for the past years? Her little heartbreak didn't stop others. In fact, her days of depression seemed to be the worst ever. No one found out, and he didn't either. And he won't EVER find out, she reminded herself with a nod.
She looked around the room and saw there were about 15 students present in the class. And they all sat at their tables talking with their friends. She just wanted to make a couple of friends this year…just one or two would make her happy.
She caught her eye with Julie Samson who sneered at her. She pointed at her making comments on her hair and face and what not.
How the hell did she get in this class?
Hermione turned around quickly and the teacher that was seated began speaking. He had warm eyes and smiled at her knowingly. She knew him, quite well actually.
He had started teaching senior AP English Level IB, instead of 8th grade English when Hermione became a sophomore. He had been a counselor for various clubs such as the Honors Society and she had confided in him a lot of times.
"Welcome class. My name is Mr. Patterson. Today we will just get to know each other and..."
The door was thrown open and in stepped the boy who she was talking to earlier.
"Sorry sir, I kind of ran into someone and well I seemed to misplace my schedule and other papers." he started as his eyes wandered across the room as the teacher told him to take a seat. He finally caught Hermione's and smiled. "I believe you know what I'm talking about. Hermione." he said as he walked towards where she sat and took a seat besides her.
All the while, Hermione could hear Julie and her group murmuring their likes about the young man that walked in. She could also hear them gasp and start to mutter as he took a seat by her.
"All right class. For today you can all talk…after you write what's on the board down," he said pointing to the grade and assessment that would be for the coming year in the class.
Hermione quickly took out a sheet of paper to hide her embarrassment of accidentally taking his things.
"It's all right." he said softly as he began to do the same. "Just a mistake. No hard feelings," he smiled.
She returned the smile quickly before writing everything on the board and closing her notebook. She then stole a glance at him and he was still copying the assessment. His hair fell into his eyes and just as she thought it, he brushed it away and lay his pen down signaling that he was done. "Better." he asked her raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah." she replied absently. "Wait…what?" she said startled.
"Nothing." he replied quickly. "Any chance of getting my schedule and reports back?" he asked jovially.
She turned a slight shade of red and opened her folder. And found his schedule right behind hers. She handed it to him then pushed the folder towards him. "I don't know what your papers are so you can find them." she said as a matter of fact.
He grinned and said. "If I didn't no better. You know where my papers are."
Hermione's mouth was open and she looked around unnerved.
"And you knew that you took them when we bumped into each other. And you did it on purpose. How long have you been planning this? Since the time you set your eyes on me?" he said and Hermione heard the playfulness in his voice which caused her to smile inwardly but she had to come up with something...
"Of course. I've been taking snaps of your formidable beauty and such from dark corners for this little fan club I've been creating..." she replied scathingly, surprising herself at the dare.
"What can I say. I'm drop dead handsome," he said pointing at the other females present who were gawking at him.
Hermione scoffed and said, "More like an egoistical ass." she muttered before turning her attention towards the window. It was a beautiful day outside.
He chuckled and pulled out what he needed. "Thanks." he said giving the folder to her.
"Don't mention it." she said taking it.
"So."
"Er."
"How long have you been attending this place."
And with that, they began a lengthy conversation about themselves and etc.
"So what's your family like?"
"I have a little sister who is in the 8th grade. She's so psyched about this school," he said. "My parents are Lawyers. so it's kinda hard to negotiate the innocent and guilty for myself. How about you?"
"Well I have a little brother. He's in the third grade," she said and quickly glanced at his expression. And she smiled.
"Really. There's a big age gap. My mother and her older sister have 15 years though." he said with a smile.
Someone had once accused her of being her brother's mother for their laughs. It was quite appalling and it wasn't spoken of again, well when there weren't teachers around. She smiled. He wasn't like that. He wasn't like that at all.
"My mother and father are both scientist/doctors. My father is in the field of medical science like developing new vials and remedies. And my mom she well deals with Science Engineering. Like she develops and research rockets and produces new designs for them. And different formulas for better use. Once she brought home this robot..."
"Awesome!" he said rather loudly…catching some weird glances of people, but he didn't care nor did he notice for he was thoroughly interested and immersed and interested as she was herself.
The bell rang 30 minutes later.
Hermione got up and shouldered her bag and turned to him just as he did.
"Nice talking to you," Hermione said smiling. For once something went right. And for once she had a friend. Now off to Anthropology and Biology. Wonderful! studying the mating habits of the dung beetle...Joy! she thought.
"Same. Have fun in Anthro. See you at lunch," he said over his shoulder as they walked in different directions.
Maybe he can be the friend I've always wanted. Maybe. Just maybe. "See you at lunch." did he mean it? Well for once I'll have someone to at least converse at lunch with. Hermione then snorted as she approached the class room for Anthropology and looked at his retreating figure which was soon approached by a group of other people, the populars. Or not. She sighed. It was good while it lasted. He was really nice. Oh well. And she entered her class room, not even once thinking how he knew she had anthropology until she entered the door, and looked wildly around for him. She sighed. Maybe he had seen my schedule. After all. He did have my folder...and my schedule WAS in there. Shut up with this nonsense talk. Just a coincidence. Now get your damn arse in the class and sit down like a good girl Granger...She smiled as the Hermione voice took over and she did as she was told.
A/N Hey thanks Guinea. For pointing that out. I left out biology by accident. Sorry for others who thought the same.