Gorgeous || Chrissy Cunningham

Chapter one

       I hate being in this world. I wish people could know how I feel and that it isn't our fault that we like someone who we are not suppose to like.

In fact, I wish there was more of someone like me.

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"Steve, if you aren't going to come out of the bathroom, I'll take your car and leave you here," I threatened, banging onto the bathroom door.

"Yeah, just wait a sec, will you?" I heard my older brother Steve answer. He then came out, his hair freshly styled.

"Really?"

"What?"

"Were you really in there for thirty minutes, trying to get nice hair?" I asked with a scoff and a glare.

"Yes, why?"

"Nothing..." We walked out of the house as I sat at the passenger seat. I looked out of the window when the car started.

The trees looked blurry when the car was moving. It was exceptionally sunny and warm today and I hated it. Why couldn't it rain everyday? Why must Chrissy Cunningham attend school everyday?

"Alright, what are you thinking about?" Steve asked as Madonna was playing in the background.

"Nothing," I answered. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, and I have bad hair," he shot back. "Tell your big brother."

"First of all, ew, second of all, nothing's wrong!" I exclaimed.

"And you're shouting!" Steve yelled back.

"Nothing's wrong, Steve. I'm fine, I'm just tired."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now shut up before I tell Eddie you used Farah Fawcette hairspray on your hair."

"Hey! Too far," he said, glancing at me. He started getting quiet.

"I know you're thinking about how you're unsure of me being friends with him."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not!"

"You are!"

"Okay, fine! He's such a bad influence on you and...."

"...he's a freak?" I finished.

"Yes!"

"I'm a freak too."

I heard Steve scoff. "No, you're not. Just promise me you won't do anything... weird with him."

"Steve, you know what I like."

"Right. Boobies."

"And I think you're much of a bad influence than him."

"What? Explain."

"Well, you spend your entire year in school trying to get girls and even got a job but most of the time it's for girls--"

"That... is not true," Steve stammered.

"And Eddie, he spent his entire year trying to graduate and he doesn't care about girls, so why don't you just cut the bullshit and admit that all you're trying to get is girls."

"Okay, okay fine, all I'm trying to get is girls."

"Knew it."
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I stared at Chrissy Cunningham at her cheerleader table during lunch. The basketball table was next to them where her boyfriend, Jason Carver, was at.