Friend or Foe? (Quinn)

[BRIDGET POULLET]

Bridget hated this stupid city already. As if getting up early wasn't hard enough to do on a regular basis, add the fact that it was pitch black out just made it all the more miserable. Bridget was tired, but she made sure she was dressed cute for the first day of school. It was always important to make good first impressions, or so her dad had always told her. He was successful so she figured he probably had at least a little idea of what he was talking about, even if he was a complete idiot in every other aspect of his pitiful little life.

Bridget sat and waited on the plastic chairs lining the main office with her hobo bag at her feet and her course schedule in her hand. She at least had a couple of decent sounding classes, but being new she didn't know where a damn thing was and for some stupid reason Cypress High required transfer students to get a tour of the school. She was excused from homeroom as was her tour guide, one miss Quinn Sullivan. Great, she had thought realizing she would be forced to look around the school with some huge dork probably. You didn't get stuck showing new kids around by being cool. Then again she could be a total badass and this was part of her punishment. There was always that possibility.

The one nice thing about starting in a new school was having a clean slate. Bridget could really be anyone she wanted to be there at Cypress. It wasn't like anyone knew what she was like in her old school, but Bridget didn't think she was all that bad. She didn't have loads of friends, but she wasn't an outcast either. She was probably somewhere between the cool kids and in between kids; the ones who weren't quite popular but really losers. She was definitely higher than them, though. Or so she liked to think. Bridget always had a warped sense of where she stood in a crowd.

The door opened and a girl walked in but Bridget only looked up for a minute before going back down to her phone, texting a friend she had from her old school who was starting today as well. She suddenly missed her old home and the familiarity of it. This was such a crock of shit! She should have never had to move!

"Bridget Poullet?" Bridget looked up at the thin blond woman behind the desk who had called her name. "Miss Sullivan is here to show you around. You girls can ignore the first bell. You have about twenty minutes until first period. Enjoy!" Enjoy! Hah! Bridget sized the other girl up. She didn't seem terribly dorky. Maybe a little... "So where to first?" She grumbled showing her complete disinterest as she slid her hobo bag over her shoulder and shoved her phone into her pocket.

[BRIDGET POULLET]

Bridget didn't really care where her classes were but when Quinn asked she looked down at the paper in her hand. "Biology with Mr. Swanson." She told the girl, folding the schedule and sliding it into her back pocket. "Room 226" She assumed that meant they would be going upstairs. She saw she had classes in the 300 range, too. Just three stories? That wouldn't be too bad. Her last school had two what was nice, but it was also crazy huge.

"Okay, honestly? I don't care about this stuff, and I can kind of tell you don't either." She started, deciding she wasn't going to beat around the bush here. She needed to get the low down of the school and she needed to do it there on the first day. The first say was when you set your entire academic career up, and when Bridget thought of her academic career she certainly didn't think of her grades. No. She needed a social life and she needed it pronto and this Quinn girl was going to be her golden ticket on finding out everything she needed to know, like it or not.

"So what I need you to tell me is what sort of stuff is there to do that's, like, worth doing. Like at my old school anyone who was anyone was a cheerleader, but I don't do well with prissy bitches who throw pom poms around, it's just not my style. What do the cool kids do? And don't judge me for using that term. Cool kids. I'm not a loser and dammit I won't be put in with the losers. I need the four one one, kid. Spill. Who are the people to know, and who are the people to avoid?" She didn't really leave much guessing room for this girl. She had specific information she needed to know and she was specifically asking for it. In a way this was her way of becoming friendly. "Oh, and who throws the best parties? That's something I'll definitely need to know." Yes, Bridget decided she would be attending as many of these parties as possible. Underage drinking was certainly an interest.