What The Hell Is Wrong With My High School Life?

Full Summary: You see, I'm in a very complicated situation. I'm in love with Mr. Hot New Bad Boy but Mr. Jock wants my attention. Ms. Slutty Cheerleader wants both of them and her boyfriend, Mr. Pretty Boy, blames me for blames and hates me for no reason. Now, here's the complicated part, I'm starting to fall for Mr. Jock and Mr. Hot New Bad Boy is starting to like me. Mr. Pretty Boy wants nothing to do with any of us and Mr. Bipolar Gay Guy just started making out with my guy friend. Now, where does Mr. Soccer Team Captain come in? Me? I'm just normal ole Shaylee Zanda.

Chapter 1: I'm NOT dating you! Ew!

I sigh. That boy has the body of the Roman God Adonis. Not that I've been staring at him from across the classroom for 20 minutes straight, why do you ask? His name is Cameron Mitchell and he's the new 'bad boy' in town. He has perfect brown hair with a few highlights from the summer sun and a slight brush of scattered freckles across his nose. His eyes, a bright, sky blue, could be seen from even my desk and his smile, oh, his smile. It's contagious, I swear it. Well, I don't cuz I don't wanna be sent down to Hell cuz of my language. Yeah…

Someone snapped their fingers in front of my face and I turned to see one of my best friends, Ella Kingston, smirking at me. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" I asked innocently, as if I wasn't just caught staring at the forbidden fruit. She kept on smirking and flipped her long dark hair behind her shoulder. "Oh, nothing. Just watching my best friend drool on her desk over some guy."

I swiped at my mouth and yelped in surprise. There was actually drool collecting there. Ewww! Great, now people were giving me funny looks because of my rather loud exclamation. Ella laughed, a wild thing and even more people stared at us. I know, I know. We're weird. But, I guess every school has to have the weirdos and the crazies, right? Anyways…

"I was not!" I said defensively. Ella gave me a look and I ducked my head in shame. "Okay. Maybe just a tiny bit."

She made a noise of satisfaction. "That's right. I am victorious! Take that world!"

I felt a blush creep onto my face as I realized the entire class was silent cuz the bell rang during our conversation and the angry-looking English teacher stared at us through narrowed eyes.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class, ladies?" she asked. I shook my head ferociously and cracked a nervous smile. "Nope. We're good. Just don't pay attention to the girl who acts like a total maniac when random things happen."

Apparently, this didn't settle well with the teacher. If possible, her eyes narrowed even further and she raised a thin, bony finger and pointed at me.

"Detention! I don't like the way you are speaking and you should rinse your tongue of such nasty words!" she commanded. I opened my mouth to reply. I really wish I hadn't.

"But if you rinse your mouth, that would imply that I used soap and I remember one time when I was little when I dumped nearly a whole container of dish soap into my dad's coffee. Wow. That was not the brightest thing I did. Anyways, I'm trying to say that if I used soap to 'clean' my mouth like you suggested, I would probably end up in the hospital, trying to rid my stomach of all the poisonous acids that soap carries," I explained. Mrs. Angry Face stared at me in shock and the class was silent before bursting into rambunctious laughter. I blushed as I saw Cameron laughing along with the rest of the class at my unintentional humor. Ah, good times, good times.

Finally, when Mrs. Angry Face snapped out of her shocked state, her face contorted into a big frown and she pointed to the door this time. I swear, the little vein by her temple was doing its own little dance cuz it kept jumping back and forth. I was so mesmerized by it that I hadn't heard a word the stupid lady said. "I'm sorry, could ya repeat that?"