I Fell In Love With A Fag

Chapter 9: Amusement Aftermath

 

"Where have you two been? You're ten minutes late." Mom said. After we left Bailey and her henchmen we literally ran all the way to meet up with mom and the rest.

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I got to school literally bouncing. Maybe it was the fact that I knew Bailey was jealous of me or the fact that dad and I bought me and old Pontiac (he came over last night and we finally made up, but we're taking baby steps though.) He fixed up the car himself. The bodywork on the car was ah-mazing. It had this crazy ass ombre effect with blue and purple. Or maybe it was because Alan called me his girlfriend. I couldn't get over that. We were late and mom let us know in no clearer terms after we left Bailey at amusement park, but, I couldn't even be remorseful. Alan held my hand throughout and he even took the blame for our tardiness. He helped me and Tori with our fashion design projects (he actually has a good eye for color). Long story short; Alan was a big part of my weekend and it was fun.

I waltzed into school, heading for my locker and the all too familiar snicker greeted me. Hey Bailey!

"Hi" I sang. I see the jealousy girl. You don't know how good that makes me feel. She glared at me.

Then she smiled sickly sweet and just walked away. Bipolar much?

I walked to my locker and opened it and it was total chaos. Used condoms and drug store bought pregnancy tests and packs of Postinor 2 poured out of my locker. Really Bailey? Really?

As if on cue, she appeared from nowhere.

"Ooh newbie, looks like your secret's out." She said, laughing. I rolled my eyes. I wasnt going to let her ruin my mood. I didn't respond. I just sidestepped all the crap she'd stuffed in my locker and picked my books. The janitor is going to have a field day picking the football team's children off the floor. I laughed inwardly.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry guys. I've been terrible; I know, but I've been busy with exams and all that. Also this chapter is a short is. Don't be too pissed. I'll give you something longer and juicier soon: pinkie swear
Luhhh you.