One-Shots

Who does your hair?

I stepped out of my mother's car and felt my stomach lurch.

"Oh my God they're everywhere!" I said in a horrified whisper as I caught sight of all the skinny, barbie-like creatures that I was to call my classmates for the next 9 and a half months

My twin sister, Nina rolled her eyes at me and said,  

"Relax. Its not like they're going to eat you."

"Easy for you to say!" I whined, "You fit in with them! They don't try to make your life a living hell just because you're different!"

"Well if you tried to get along with them and not call them Barbie Bimbos they might be nicer to you!"

"Sista please! You know I call'em as I see'em!"

"Whatever, let's just find the front office so that we can get to class."

And with that, we began our treacherous journey to find the all mighty front office which might I add, was not easy to find.

After finally getting all the papers we needed, we split up and headed our separate ways, promising to meet up during lunch.

I managed to find my locker with little trouble and was trying to figure out which class I was in when something caught my eye.

It was a locker covered in paper . When I looked at it more closely I realized that what I was looking at was your typical product of high school bullying.

I scoffed in disgust and turned to walk away. A guy brushed past me and stopped in front of the locker.

In one quick fluid motion he ripped off all of the papers and opened his locker.

A group of guys walked up to him and said in a fake friendly voice,

"That's not very nice of you Nathan! I mean we worked hard on those posters!!"

He scoffed and turned to walk away. The guy grabbed him and pushed him back into the locker.

"Now that's just disrespectful."

"Back off Connor. Leave me alone."

Connor laughed and released Nathan's jacket. He turned to leave but stopped short as if suddenly remembering something.

"Oh yeah, one last thing."

From his pocket he took out a piece of paper, unfolded it and stuck it onto Nathan's back.

The paper read FAG in bright red.

Without thinking twice I stormed over to them and ripped the paper off him.

I waved it in front of Connor's face.

"What the hell is your problem?" I yelled, "Do you find it amusing to go around bullying people? Huh? Do you enjoy making people suffer?"

"Um..." he just stood there flabbergasted.

Not caring that everyone was looking at me open mouthed I continued.

"And besides calling someone that's gay a FAG isn't even an insult to them!"

Nathan looked at me and snarled, "How the hell is that not insulting!"

I looked at him weirdly. "Don't you know what FAG stands for?"

He shook his head at me slowly.

"FAG stands for Freakin' Awesome Guy! Like duh! Any idiot can figure that out!"

He let out a shocked laugh.

"Who the hell are you?" the asshole snarled.

I smiled sweetly at him, "Me? Oh I'm just your typical high school girl who has the ability to make the lives of people she hates a living hell. But you can just call me Danielle." 

I threw the paper at his face, grabbed Nathan's hand and bolted.

After running nonstop for a few minutes we took a break. I took the time to look at the guy next to me more closely.

"Are you really gay?" I asked softly.

He stiffened and after a short pause nodded.

"Oh my God that is so freakin' awesome!!" I exclaimed. I couldn't help myself, I had always thought that gay people were the best kind of people.

Nathan chuckled at my excited tone. "Well that's the first time I've gotten a reaction like that. It's actually kind of nice."

I looked at him in surprise. 

"Really? How come? I mean aren't all girls secretly wishing for a gay best friend? I know I am."

He scoffed but stayed silent.

"You know the only problem I have with gays that seriously pisses me off?"

He stiffened and I continued with a smile, 

"Why the hell are people so good-looking?? I mean seriously it's like you're telling us females that we can look but not touch! And that is so freakin' frustrating!"

He started laughing and said in a teasing voice, "Well it's not like any girl can catch up to me in my hotness rank."

"Boy don't make me hit you." I said to him in a threatening voice.

"Ok now I need to ask you a very serious question. One that could change the fate of our friendship."

"Shoot." he said trying not to show me his nervousness.

"Who does your hair because it is amazing!"

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Ok this story took me forever to write but I love it and I think all that time staring blankly at the screen was worth it...so yeah:)