Briar mumbled her replies to Isabella as she deposited all her books into her locker. They were organized according to their size, squeezed together so that it would need an extreme use of force to pry them from their spot. It didn't even matter since Briar had a feeling that those books will not be leaving her locker any time soon. If she needed books, there were always people she can coerce into offering their books to her. That was one of the benefits of creating 'pets', as she liked to call them, ever since she was a freshman.
Isabella left and Briar sighed. Her skull was still pounding and the brightness of the hallway lights wasn't making it any better. She skimmed over her schedule and groaned. Contemporary US Studies was next and Daniels was one of the teachers that had an active vendetta against her. She had to chuckle at the thought. She supposed Mr. Daniels had a right to be angry at her. She did trash his brand new car the year before - got her gang to destroy it and spray-painted the entire thing with all the insults the students have whispered about him.
First day and her first class was with a teacher that hated her? Oh, Briar had a feeling this would be good.
She hang around outside the classroom, leaning against the row of lockers there and causing whatever trouble she could with the people passing by her. Adrianne, a red-head senior that Briar spent some time with in her freshman year, even walked past her and offered Briar a stick of cigarette. It just so happened that the janitor was making his rounds, so instead of lighting up their sticks, Briar and Adrianne set fire to the man's mop.
After a bit of a laugh at the janitor's expense, Adrianne went on her way and Briar finally decided to enter the classroom. Laughter was just dying down and Briar arched a brow. It didn't seem like they knew of what happened outside, so it had to be some student making a fool of themselves inside. She spotted one guy attempting to blend in with his chair and grinned. What was that boy's name? Brad? Well, he surely didn't know how to deal with Daniels.
"Well, well, well. Finally decided to join us, Peyre?" Mr. Daniels spat out as Briar made her way to the empty seat directly in front of Mr. Daniels' table.
"You know how I love history," she fired back with a wink, causing some of the other students to chuckle underneath their breath. Briar swore she could see steam coming out of the man's ears, which made her let out a chuckle of her own. She gave Mr. Daniels a salute, before closing her eyes and taking a nap.