"Out of my way!"

I'm slammed into the side, and I whimper. I look up to give whoever did that a solid kick in the pants, but I nearly wet mine when I see who did it.

Billy Bob Billyson!

He glares at me with his piercing blue eyes, and his muscles bulge out of his shirt practically as he frowns at me.

"Never get in my way like that, ever again, Muffin! Ya hear?!"

"Oka-"

Wait.

He called dopey old me, Muffin!
I struggle to keep in my pearly white grin.

He stalks off.

I smile like a love sick puppy, and let people jostle around me. They stare and whisper at me, sometimes, too, and it's probably about my dumb fashion choices.

I frown. I can never do anything right. I should up it with the diamonds next time. I mean, I can afford it...

I am dragged along by my one friend Ariana Grande, who is completely annoying but she puts up with me so I deal with her.

"Come on!" she hollers in that annoying nasily voice, and I numbly ablidge, still comprehending what just happened to me with Billy.

I trip as she pulls me along. I am so clumsy.

"Lets get you to our first class! Math! How do you get all A's? Oh right, you're an angel. I forgot," she mumbles. 

There's another fact about me.

I look down, embarrassed. That just makes me even more imperfect. I hate my life!!

"Your fabulous, sweetpie. Never forget that." she says nicely.

We embrace in a tight hig, and both break out sobbing.

"Excuse me, ladies, don't you have somewhere to be?" Our dumbarse principal Harry Styles interrupts us. I glare at him, and he faints. Huh.

"Lets go," I tell Ariana, but she stopped because she has a crush on Harry. I grunt and leave her there.

Flipping my unruly strands of gold out of my face, I apparate to my Math class on time. Yes, yes, I'm a witch. Dropped out of Ilvermorny right on my first year.

Anyhose, I slip into class unnoticed. Except by one.

I feel eyes on me, and they don't feel like normal people eyes. I gulp and turn to see Billy Bob Billyson staring at me. I pop out that mirror I told you about, and check my face. Ick. All smooth an gorgeous. I look horrible.

I smile nervously at him. He chuckles. I blush. He turns around for a second, then tosses a paper ball at me.

I catch it neatly.

You may want to close your mouth before I have to close it for you.
-BBB

I sigh dreamily. Then comprehend what he wrote and I blush adorably.

A/N

I'm having too much fun with this, I'm telling you.