5 A very hot Madison

"Urgh, they're here." Jenny's irritated voice cuts in and I trace her line of vision to see Lara and Rachel, looking like freaking dolls conversing with some girls.

"Oh my gosh April, those shoes are so eye bawling. Maybe you should come over later today so I can give you my shoes, at least that way you wouldn't look this bad." Lara says, smiling sympathetically at April who is standing beside two other girls.

Lara and Rachel, popular at BWHS for apparently being fucking stupid. I always expected a third party to join their squad, so they could be the stereotypical bad girls. One time, I watched with my own two eyes as they publicly body shamed a sophomore and she wasn't even that fat.

"Gosh she's such a… I can't even say it."

"Don't worry I got your back." I say to Jenny and look back at the brown haired called Lara. "Bitch."

Jenny turns to me as she chuckles, "My dad still won't let me curse,"

"Oh my religion doesn't allow me to curse either but I do it anyways." I shrug and Jenny's eyes bulge.

"What?" She exclaims.

"What?" I ask back with a disapproving frown.

Don't tell me she wants to freak out again.

"Kinsley if you're not to curse, then you shouldn't."

"Yeah whatever."

I lift my leg up about to resume walking to school, when a red Mercedes benz comes to a stop beside our car. Everyone around the school's premises looks towards the car with shocked gazes as we've never seen a Mercedes at the school's parking lot. I continue to stare with my mouth wide open at the beautiful vehicle, every single soul eagerly waiting for the human to walk out of the car.

"You think it's Adrian?" Jenny whispers beside me. I don't make any attempt to respond as I'm still shocked. It could be Adrian, I mean his birthday is today and his parents are loaded, they could've bought him a brand new car.

Then the door opens up and a guy dressed in a black, perfectly ironed suit comes out of the driver's seat, walks towards the passenger seat and opens it up. People's jaws drop the more as they watch a girl with long dark brown hair, a beautiful slim figure come out of the car. She's dressed in a short white dress and a brown leather jacket over it with knee length boots on and the perfect face. She's not even wearing that much makeup and she looks like an angel.

She whispers something to the guy and he nods, walks back into the car and drives off.

"Personal chauffeur? Who is she?" Jenny whispers in my ear.

Murmurs can be heard as everyone starts gossiping. The girl looks around for some time, still rooted in her spot like she's trying to take in her surroundings. Then her gaze lands on us and she smiles. Well figures, since we were literally 4 feet away from each other.

She begins walking towards us and that's when I snap out of my gaze. "Why the hell is she walking towards us?"

"I don't know." Jenny responds, equally freaked out by the current situation.

She finally reaches us, then she holds out her right hand for us to shake, her yellow bag in the other. Even up close, she's even more beautiful. Skin so clear that I doubt she ever has an issue with acne.

"Hello. My name's Madison, Madison Brook."

My eyes widened a little as she speaks. What the actual fuck? She has a British accent? Beautiful, clean British accent.

Jenny quickly waves her hand enthusiastically with a huge smile on her face. "Hello. My name's Jenny, Jenny Scott."

I on the other hand, continue to stare, unable to speak. All this while I thought no one's perfect but this girl standing in front of me is. She looks like she has no flaw at all.

Jenny nudges me. "And this is my friend, Kinsley, Kinsley Bardot."

I frown a little, Why is she saying the names that way?

"That's a really lovely name. It's nice to meet you both." She smiles the more then it takes some seconds before she continues. "You girls are the least scariest so if you don't mind I tag along with you for a while?"

"Sure, no problem."

I finally summon the courage to speak. "Uh Madison are you new?"

"Yes I am. This is my first day actually, I'm in the exchange program. From England."

Figures. The accent.

"Wow that's great. Welcome to America, Madison." Jenny says.

Madison laughs heartily, "Thank you."

But I don't laugh. I stare at her for a moment as she looks back at the school building. Jenny nudges me again and I turn to her.

"What's the matter? You're not being nice." She whispers to me and I roll my eyes.

Jenny is the nice, innocent, little dolphin in our duo. Doesn't curse- probably because she's not allowed too. She's always and forever will be nice and she sometimes pushes me to be nice to people too but I don't see the need of being nice to people I don't know or people who look too good to be true.

Madison turns back to us with that same smile, "I was wondering if you could give me some directions."

I quickly give her a once over, trying to analyse her. She smiles too much, looks rich, looks like those kind of girls who don't have friends no matter how hard they try. Maybe i'm wrong about her, maybe she's a kind person.

"Yeah we can, where are you trying to go?" I ask her, finally deciding to open up.

She smiles once more at me. "I am actually trying to find some one."

"That's no problem. Kinsley is really good at finding people." Jenny says.

"Well not to brag, I am kinda good." I joke. "Just give me a name and I'll take you to whoever it is." I smile nicely at her.

"That's a relief." She chuckles. "Adrian told me if I didn't find him once I got to school, I'd have to give him 1000 kisses."

I choke as I begin coughing, tears build up in my eyes from the effect of choking and Jenny pats my back, making me calm down.

"Are you okay?" Madison asks.

"Yeah I am." I smile confusedly. "I'm sorry, your accent made me think you said Adrian."

She stares blankly at me for a second, "I did say Adrian."

I frown. "Adrian? Uhh maybe it's another school." I chuckle lightly.

No effing way. Adrian is the only Adrian at our school. No one else has that name, one of the things I like about him. So maybe she's at the wrong school, there's no way she knows Adrian, right? I have never seen Adrian with another girl, which gave me hope that I could have a chance with him but hearing this gorgeous girl say his name... Maybe she's his sister or cousin. Ugh, who the hell am I kidding?

"Um. Isn't this school called Brice Worth? Because I'm sure my driver can't possibly be mistaken."

Driver. But that's not the issue now.

"So you're looking for Adrian, Adrian Price?"

She nods. "Yes. Can you take me to him?"

I frown at her. Not able to speak as the feeling of uneasiness floods back in. He said she has to give him a thousand kisses?

"Yeah we can—" Jenny says but Madison cuts in as she smiles at something behind us.

"Don't worry, I found him."

That snaps me out of my daze.

"Adri!" She yells.

Adri?

Madison runs past me, slightly hitting my shoulder and I turn around to see Adrian, indeed standing there with that smile that makes my legs go weak as he spreads his arms wide open waiting for the 2 minutes new british girl to run to him.

I mean, how do they know each other?

I stand there as I watch the world move in slow motion. Madison with a huge smile on, directed towards Adrian and his directed towards her. Funny enough, I imagined this exact same thing happening just that I was Madison and he and I were smiling because he had just found the best birthday present ever in his locker. But that didn't happen.

Watching Adrian happily anticipating Madison's hug makes me nervous and uneasy. They can't be what I'm thinking they are right? But it can be, I mean look at her, she's totally perfect, why the hell won't he notice her? Seeing Madison now makes me feel like I have no chance at all with Adrian. My one and only chance of getting him to notice me got blown away by some random boy with dark blonde hair. I still have no idea who he is.

And I don't think I'll ever have a chance with Adrian because next week he's going on the school's camping trip and he'd be away from me for a whole week and probably get much more closer to Madison.

And… there it is. The feeling of insecurity and inferiority. Damn, I hate it.