Bitch Says

Hey guise :) I'm a terrible writer trying to get better. This is my first chapter. Give me some tips :)

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"Lauren you betch! I so dibbed him!"

Again Sasha was complaining about how I stole a guy she liked. He simply asked me for my number. We didn't have sex or anything! "Listen sassy, he's a human, not an inanimate object that you can 'dib'. Plus it's not like I asked him, he asked me." She threw her chocolate brown hair over her shoulder in exhaustion.

I knew she was mad. "Gosh Sash! I gave him your number anyway!" She squeeled in excitement and hugged me. "I told him I wasn't interested but told him you were. Then I gave him your number." Another squeel. Easy to please.

"Anyway, not my type." As if on cue, Jared Butler walked in. "He is."

Sasha giggled as she noticed who I was talking about. Everybody wanted him, nobody could have him.

Jared Butler, a.k.a. the most popular guy in school. And me? Well, the most popular person in school.

Everybody knew me, and everything about me. Nobody hated me. They were too afraid. I was like the freaking Ragina George of the real world. And everybody knew it. And I just had to have Jared.

"Hey Jared!" I said as he walked by to his seat. He winked his deep brown eyes at me and ran his fingers through his black hair as he turned around. God, everything he does is so movie star-ish.

I grabbed all my things so I could move to sit next to him. "Oh, hey Lauren, what's up?" he asked. "You know, just wanted to sit by the hottest guy in the school." He chuckled and and turned to face me. "Oh yeah?" he asked and just as I was about to reply, the bell rang. The class turned to the board and zoned out as Mr.Couch gave his normal, boring History lecture.

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard Mr.Couch mention something about working with partners and tuned in on what he was saying. "You will be writing a paper about how important a President, of your choosing, was to America today. For the last fifteen minutes of class, you guys will be picking your partners. I expect a piece of paper with both your guys' names on it by the end of the class. Choose wisely."

Now's my chance. "Hey Jared," he was sound asleep. "Jared." I nudged him. "Huh, shit, did I fall asleep?" he woke, confused. "Yeah, Mr.Couch just said we're doing a project with partners, wanna work together?" I replied. "Sure!" he replied. "Can I go back to sleep now?" I just giggled as he put his head back down.

I turned in the paper at the end of class and quickly ran up to Jared as I saw him walking out the door. Linking arms with him I said, "Be at my house at five tonight, we can start on the paper." That of course, was not what we would be doing. He just nodded in agreement, unaware of my plan.

You didn't get popular by just sitting around waiting for things to happen. No, you make things happen. Especially when you had what I had.