Chapter 3. Notorious Four

Jennifer’s POV

A car pulled up in front of the school, and as the students got out, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd. I could hear gasps and whispers spreading through the onlookers. “Oh, God! They’re back? They got even more attractive if that’s even possible,” one student exclaimed as she ran after her friends. I rolled my eyes and continued observing them.

“Is that…” another girl began, but her words trailed off as Reyna stood in front of me.

“Okay, let me introduce them. The one in the driver’s seat is Apollo Sy. He’s quiet and seems heartless, doesn’t talk much—”

“Okay, I’m not interested at all,” I interrupted her, uninterested in hearing about these boys who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“What the fuck? Let me finish first!” she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Fine.”

“The boy with gray hair who owns the car is Tommy Clifford. He’s the golden boy of this school, nice to everyone. In the back seat, we have the boy with black hair, Gerald Luciano. He’s the one with all the answers, like a walking miracle. He has an Italian accent. And last but not least, we have Bob Sevada, the sexiest of them all, with red hair and green eyes. The rumors say he’s a fuck boy, but he’s not like a typical womanizer. In fact, he’s never slept with any girl from our school.”

“And you know that because…” I began to ask, but Reyna cut me off.

“I’ve heard a lot from them,” she said, and I rolled my eyes. I turned my attention back to the boys as they walked toward the school entrance.

I noticed one of them looking at me; I think his name was Bob. Before he entered the building, he smirked at me. I quickly turned my head back to my friends, who were looking at me with wide smiles and dropped jaws. I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“Don’t you see? He smirked at you!” Reyna whispered, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“And?” I asked.

“What the fuck? ‘And?’ AND? Girl, the hottest guy in school looked at you and smirked!” Samantha exclaimed.

“Your point?” I asked again, maintaining a blank expression.

“You should feel blessed!” Reyna said.

The bell rang, signaling the start of classes.

“The only thing that makes me feel blessed is my bed,” I said, immediately standing up. “Now, let’s go. I don’t want to be late on the first day.”

I walked towards the entrance with my friends, but someone called my name from behind. I turned around and saw my coach, Mrs. Mendez.

I greeted her with a big smile on my face because she was my favorite teacher. “Hello, Mrs. Mendez,” I said.

“Good to see you, Jennifer. Listen, I’ll make this short,” she said.

I turned my head back to my friends and told the girls to go to our first class while informing Mrs. Sammy that I would be late for her class. They nodded and left, leaving me and Mrs. Mendez alone in the hallway. I focused my attention on my coach.

“Okay, where were we? It’s about the application for the Nationals in November. We need to practice as much as possible. I know it’s your first time joining this kind of opportunity, and I was expecting you to talk to me after class so we can discuss everything in detail,” she explained.

“Okay, I’ll come to your office after school,” I said, smiling at her.

She nodded. “Cool, I’ll see you later, Jennifer,” she said and walked away.

I made my way to my class, realizing I was already eight minutes late. I knocked on the door and opened it to find Mrs. Sammy looking at me.

“I’m sorry, Coach Mendez held me up. She wanted to talk to me,” I explained. She just rolled her eyes.

“You can sit down. Your presence is interrupting us,” she said and was about to say something else, but I didn’t bother to listen because she was annoying as hell. I walked to my seat, noticing the four familiar faces looking at me.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And I chose to ignore you, Mrs. Sammy,” I replied, sitting down at my table.

She rolled her eyes again and turned to face the blackboard. The other students laughed after I said those words.

“Shut up!” Mrs. Sammy shouted. “Go take your seat,” she added.

I walked toward my seat in front of my male friend, Jared. He tapped my shoulder.

“What’s up?” he whispered. We did our handshake and smiled at each other.

“Nothing much, as usual,” I whispered back.

“Mrs. Sammy still doesn’t like you, huh?” he chuckled.

“Believe me, this girl has a death shrine for me in her home,” I said, and we both started laughing.

“Can you two please stop laughing and focus on the lesson written on the blackboard?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes, turned around, and started focusing on the lesson. Mrs. Sammy seemed to hate me more than anything in this world.

I felt my phone vibrate in my bag and retrieved it to see who had texted me. It was Reyna.

Reyna: Oh my God, you won’t believe this! Bob is staring at you!

I rolled my eyes and looked for Reyna, where she was seated.

Me: And who the fuck cares?

Reyna: Girl, he’s never done that to any girl. You should turn around and smirk at him. Let’s see his reaction!

I was about to facepalm myself after reading that message.

Me: Shut up and focus, Reyna.

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she quickly turned off her cell phone, looking straight ahead.

Throughout the lesson, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I resisted the temptation to turn around but eventually gave in. I turned my head to the left and saw him staring at me. He smirked and winked. I gave him a death stare and rolled my eyes back to the front.

God, please make this year go by quickly!