As the crowd grows thicker with interested observers, I begin to hear what immediately comes after an intense gaze.
"Who's she?" whispers erupt all around me. I can hear almost everything now, and I can easily overhear their words.
"Who knows. Maybe she's new."
"Look at those long legs! She's like a model!"
"Who is that hot chick by the blue-haired guy?"
"She looks like that ugly girl that always used to walk around scrunched over with a pissed off expression on her face except prettier!"
"Much prettier."
"Even Britney is not as gorgeous as this girl!"
"Who the crap is she?" I hear Britney's shrill, whispering voice as she walks a couple feet away from me. I shudder slightly.
We entered the school, Caleb reaching to hold my hand. I look at the amused people around us, suddenly flushed with embarrassment, and snap my hand away.
"Not here!"
