"Chris."
"Chrisss."
"CHRIS."
"HOLY BALLS WHAT." Sitting up from my bed, Kaylee, herself, awoke me from my slumber.
"Hello." A grin was plastered on her face. She knew how much I hated waking up by her.
"What do you want, Kaylee?" I huffed.
"I was wondering.."
"Yes?" Taking off my cozy blanket.
"..if we could hang out, just us two." Her puppy eyes were a weakness to me, so I had no other choice but to agree.
"Sure," I smiled. It has been a while since Kaylee and I had a girls' only hang out.
"Yay!! Go get ready. You smell like a pig."
"Ouch, I'm wounded Kaylee," I sarcastically said, throwing a pillow at her.
"You know you loveeee meeeee," she said, dragging her words.
"No I don't," I sluggishly smiled.
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After changing into jeggings, a band tee and a black jacket with my black Vans, Kaylee and I headed for the mall. Shopping was a relief towards us both, me having to restock my closet and her needing to buy more and more band tees.
We stopped by a small café, ordering each hot chocolate in the warm day. Suddenly, a group of squealing girls stopped their stroll in front of us.
"Are you Christina?" One tall and fit blonde questioned with a look of 'Hurry up and answer my question because I have better places to be at with better people.'
I looked at Kaylee, wondering how this stuck up blonde knew my name.
"Yes, and you are?" I answered, calmly and politely.
"Michael's girlfriend, and you need to leave him alone. Go far, far away to LoserVille because he doesn't need a slut like you up in his pants."
"I'm sorry, but do you kiss your mom with that ugly mouth of yours? Your personality is another piece of shit I don't need, so why don't you and your peppy friends leave before someone, meaning you, gets hurt." I stood up, in front of her face, unleashing my anger and frustration.
"Why you little bitch!" She leaped towards me, aiming for my hair. I moved back, out of her reach. She fell onto my chair, her hand pulling on the table for support, but instead coffee spilling onto her Thrift Shop shirt.
I pulled her by the collar, meaning every word I said, "Do not, ever, call me a slut because you should be calling that to yourself, you uneducated twerp."
Pushing her off, she cried. Her friends with new frightened faces ran towards their beaten friend.
"When will people learn to not mess with you, Chris?" Kaylee laughed at the scene, tears of joy at the edge of her eyes.
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Sorry for the lack of updates. This new year has given me bullshit and more bullshit. Huh..
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concert | michael clifford
Fanfiction"Maybe going to this concert was a bad idea." |pssst this book is really bad. read at your own will. you have been warned.|
