Chapter 2, Part 1: Penny's POV

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I was officially lost, and it only took a minute of running down hallway after hallway for that to happen. I didn't think I'd even be able to ask anyone for directions (although I did debating being that loser freshmen who walks into a random classroom and interrupts the teacher to ask them for directions). Fortunately as I turned the next corner though, there was a kid that was just finishing getting a drink at the water fountain.


"Excuse me," I said as I walked up to the boy just as he was standing up straight. "You wouldn't know where the art room is, would you? I think it's room E212."

"As a matter of fact I do," the guy said coolly before leaning over to get another drink. I just stood there, awkwardly waiting for him to stop drinking and tell me. But after I few seconds, I realized he was in no hurry to tell me anything.

"Well could you tell me which way the room is?"

The boy stopped drinking and faced me as he wiped his mouth. "I could."

I sighed. Why the hell was he making me pull the information out of him? "Will you tell me?"

"Why would you need to know where the art classroom is? Second period started like, five minutes ago. What, did you get lost on your way back from the bathroom?"

"Listen, I don't need this," I told the boy. "Especially from some random guy. Forget I asked."

I started walking away, but I was quickly stopped when the boy ran in front of me. "Relax, I'm just messing with ya, Pidge," he said before shooting me a smile. "No need to get pissed." He was actually pretty hot, but his condescending nature was actually pissing me off.

"You sir have no right to tell me to relax," I told him as I narrowed my eyes. "I've had the worse morning that anyone could possibly have at this school."

"I highly doubt that's true." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Last year I slept through an entire biology class I had first period. I had to do the whole lab by myself, with Teach looking over my shoulder."

"Ha! That's nothing. This morning I was two minutes late to geometry—"

"With Kherrington? Man, I remember when I was in his class. That guy hated me, which was fine because the feeling was pretty mutual. What an ass."

I ignored his blatant attack on my brother because (1) I was still pissed at him, and (2) I'd made it my mission to bring up the fact that I am related to three of teachers here as little as possible. "Now I'm five minutes late to art, and the day's just started." I narrowed my eyes again. "And if someone doesn't tell me which way the art room is, I might miss it completely."

The boy raised his eyebrows. "Wow, late for the first two classes on the first day of school? That has to be a new record or something." He then smiled. "I'm really impressed, Pidge."

"I don't need your sarcasm right now." I tried to sidestep him, but he matched my step. "Would you get out of my way?"

"I wasn't being sarcastic. There aren't many girls in this school who can manage to do that much damage. It's kinda hot."

I raised an eyebrow. "Was that supposed to be a pickup line or something?"

"It wasn't supposed to be ..." the boy smirked. "But if it was, did it work?"

I rolled my eyes. What a douche bag. No, he was worse than a douche bag ... he was douchezilla. "You're unreal."

"I'm real and in the flesh, Pidge."

"Stop calling me that."

"It's a term of endearment."

"Yeah well I don't need your 'endearment.'" I took a deep breath. "Look, are you gonna tell me where the art room is or not? Because I really don't have time for this."

Douchezilla pointed behind me. "It's just around the corner."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"I just did."

"You really are unbelievable."

"Would someone so 'unbelievable' offer to walk a beautiful girl like you to class?"

I looked down at his arm as he extended it towards me. "Actually yes, they would."

I completely blew off his offer and pushed pass him. This time he let me go. "Guess I'll see you around then, Pidge," Douchezilla said as I turned to corner. I rolled my eyes. What a piece of work.

When I finally found the art room, I was surprised that Ms. Corella didn't yell at me once I walked in. She just motioned to the empty stool in the back of the room while she continued going over the syllabus. That was the only "special attention" she gave me the entire class. I was actually engaged and interested as she spoke about how we would be able to "freely express ourselves" in her class, which I thought was awesome. I really did like art (even if I wasn't that good at it), and I was happy to see that I had such an understanding, laidback teacher.

Once the bell rang at the end of the period, I went up to Ms. Corella and apologized for being late. "I'm really sorry. Mr. Kherrington kept me after class, and then I got lost, and it was just crazy—"

"It's alright, Penny," Ms. Corella said with a small smile. "I know the first day at a new school can be overwhelming, especially at a school this large." See, she understood how crazy the first day can be, unlike some people (cough cough Dana). "I trust you won't be making a habit out of being late."

"No, ma'am, I definitely won't be."

"Good."

"Well, have a good day," I said just as I was about to leave.

"Penny?" I turned around to face Ms. Corella and noticed her smile had dropped. "Mr. Kherrington called me before you got here. He told me to tell you that you have a lunch detention with him today."

"A lunch detention?" That didn't sound good.

"Sometimes instead of having after school detentions, teachers give out lunch detentions," Ms. Corella explained. "After you get your lunch in the dining hall, bring it to his classroom. You'll eat it there."

I sighed. "Great, can't wait."

"Is there anything you want to talk about, Penny?" I looked at Ms. Corella with a shocked expression on my face. I wasn't expecting her to say that. "Like I said, adjusting to a new school can be overwhelming, and I'm sure it's even more stressful when your siblings are teachers."

"Yeah, I didn't really get off to a good start this morning," I told her. "But it's okay, I'll get it together."

The warning bell rang.

"Well, just know if you ever want to talk about something that you maybe can't talk about with your brothers, I'm all ears."

I smiled. "Thanks, Ms. Corella. I'll keep that in mind."

Ms. Corella then went into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a slip. It had "Late Slip" going across the top of it, and she filled in both my name and the time (she actually wrote 10:27, five minutes from now). "What class do you have next?" she asked me.

"History with Mrs. Gorman in room S303," I said. I knew what rooms all of my classes were in; it was finding each room that was an issue.

Ms. Corella wrote down the class and handed me the slip. "Here, so you hopefully won't have to hear another 'don't be late to my class' talk," she said. She then pulled another sheet of paper out of her desk. It was a map. The hallelujah chorus played again. "And in case you have a problem finding the rest of your classes today."

"Thank you so much," I said as I happily took the map. "This right here made my day," I said waving it around.

Mrs. Corella chuckled. "Now I'd get going if I were you. The late pass only gives you so much leeway."

"You're right." I gave her a smile and a wave. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

I then walked out of the art room. "Well look who it is," a familiar voice said to me as soon as I was in the hallway, causing me to jump a little.


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