Finding Juliet

1: New World Record!

Finding Juliet
1: New World Record!

There he goes. Stalking down the halls like he thinks he owns it. Tough luck buddy, not everybody finds you like a Greek god.

Flanking on his side stood the Queen Bee. Her platinum blond hair swishing out behind her. Her mini skirt barely covering her butt. Tank top revealing to much cleavage. Good job! You get the award for being the biggest beach here! Yep, everyday life here in the dungeon.

Your royal butt-head wore dark washed jeans. Nike high-tops peeking out beneath them. A plain, light grey v-neck underneath his black leather jacket. His black hair covering up his stormy, blue eyes.

I guess he could be considered appealing. If it wasn't for the minor detail of a new girl at his side almost everyday.

I wanna have compassion on all those girls that he's taken away to his little "resort", but they know his game, but they still want in.

Every time you go "out" with him you get left in the dumps. In the gutters. In the trash. Nobody has ever made it over a week. Sure, he might have another round, but you're never officially claimed as his.

The worse part about it to me- I have to hear about it everyday. I get complaints about it all. I get to listen to the whiny girls who complain. Or need help, that's the positive side. Helping the girl's who genually need it.

"Shoot!" I mumble under my breathe as I break out in a sprint down the hall way. Shoot, shoot, shoot!

Running down the hall I almost run into a horde gathered around in a circle.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Punch!"

"Kick!"

Rolling my eyes, I raise myself onto the balls of feet.

There in the middle of the mass, lying on the floor, is Gabe. Hovering over top of him is Scar.

Gabe laid there, his eyes fluttering occasionally, trying to stay open. His mouth was agape, and blood was covering his lips and getting onto his teeth. His nose... Well, let's just say it might not be the same after this affair. It was cocked to the right, indicating a punch coming from the left. It was swollen and, all in all, repulsive to look at.

His body position... everything looked normal. Minus the detail of how his left ankle went out to the left. Yep, everyday high school experience. Whoot, whoot!

(Notice- high level of sarcasm. Very fragile to your health if not taken care of properly.)

Sighing, I skated around the crowd down to the front of the building. Not the best way to start the morning. We don't need anymore run ins with them.

I made it to the front with only one incident of a trip. Congratulations! New Record for Julia! WHOOO! *Eye roll.*

Taking out my keys I search for the proper one. Nope. House key. Car key. Frankie's house key. Harper's house key. Spare locker key. Gryffindor key ring, obviously not it. Oi! Here it is!

Jiggling it around I open the door to reveal the room. The brown desk sitting there. Nothing on the top of it. The black leather desk-chair was neatly tucked in its chosen spot. The plain, blue chair sitting with its back to me. The barren, white walls the only sound barrier.

Cautiously walking to the back of the room to the chair, I scan my surroundings. Expect the unexpected, is what my dad always told me. And trust me, we have to always be on the high alert in Sterling High.