Sorry, this chapter is really short. It's sort of a filler chapter. Up until now, I've kind of just introduced the characters, but some big stuff is coming up. Stay tuned :P
Syd
CHAPTER NINE
"You BITCH!"
And why didn't I see this coming?
"How DARE you steal my BOYFRIEND! WHO do you think you ARE?" Cassie has reached full-blown red- faced, spitting, fist- fight anger. Yippee.
"I didn't steal your boyfriend. He's all yours, as far as I'm concerned." I inform her calmly.
"Yeah right! You are so concerned with him. You're lying about how far your concern with him, because to you, he isn't all mine!"
I shake my head in confusion.
"I'm pretty sure you just grammatically misused that word twice, but I don't know..." I mused.
"SHUT UP!" Cassie screams. Did I mention that we are currently in the café'? Hence, half the student body could hear us?
"Okay. Fine with me."
"GOD, you are so ANNOYING!" she screeches.
"Thank you, I pride myself in that. It's an art, you know."
"You- I- Wha- The- but- UGGHH!!!" she glares at me one last time before stalking out of the room. Stacey leans over to whisper in my ear.
"Today, after school, Gymaticun A." she spits. Before she can leave, I grab her arm and pull her towards me.
"It's spelled "gymnasium"." She scowls and rushes after Cassie.
"Jesus!" Stasha breathes out. "That girl has the lungs of an... I don't know, but something with big lungs!" She flips back her pink hair dramatically.
"Exactly. I don't like Nick. Thank God he isn't here. Anyways, she needs to calm down a little or she'll loose him without my help." I reply.
Nick's P.O.V
I don't know why Ivy bugs me so much. We used to be best friends! Now she just seems to get on my nerves. And she can't stop insulting Cassie! Not that Cassie's totally innocent or anything...
"Dude!" Max yells from behind me. He is currently standing on top of a picnic table, balancing his books on his head, and trying to chug a bottle of Mt. Dew.
"Max, what the hell?" I yell at him.
"It's, like, gonna be my project for art. Joey, take a pic." Max laughs and returns to the bottle of soda. Joey pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of him.
"For art?" I ask him.
"Yeah, you know how Mrs. Vendan Haven loves weird, abstract stuff? So like, I'll just tell her it's a representation of, like, teenagers and modern stuff or something. Awesome, right?"
Max can get drunk on anything. He doesn't need beer, Right now, he is drunk from drinking too much Mt. Dew.
"Sure." I slump down against the table, thinking how idiotic it is that I spend my time with people who chug soda for fun.
"What's wrong? Did your "ho" dump you?" Joey laughs, as if insulting girls is the funniest joke he's ever heard.
"Unfortunately, no." I tell him.
"Is it that weird Goth chick? She's hot, man, but scary. I'd totally go for her if she wasn't such a freak. You like her ,though, right?" Joey laughs again.
"We used to hang out... I don't know."
"Man, if you can get that girl, you can get anyone! Awesome. "
"Yeah... sure."
Joey looks down at his phone. He frowns.
"We gotta go. Your mom is gonna piss herself if were late again." He tells me.
"Lame. See ya' later."
THanks for reading. Please comment. I'll read any stories, as long as they're not girly/vampire/twilight/paranormal/preppy. You know the type. Bye!
Sydelle
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