2 Sides, 1 Story

Alexis

"Beep beep. Beep beep."

I groaned and rolled over to turn of my alarm. I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and pulled the hem of my tanktop down. I pushed my baby pink bangs out of my face and slid off the bed. I padded into my bathroom, showered, brushed my teeth, and straightened my pink, curly hair. I applied my typical cat eye, and red lipstick. When I went back into my room, I pulled on a black lace dress and thigh high black leather boots. I grab my bag and a pop tart and I'm on my way to school. My phone rings and its Bryce, my lame ass ex boyfriend. "Hello" I answer, my mouth full of brown sugar pop tart.

"Hey babe."

"One, I'm not your babe. Two, what do you want?"

" I was thinking me and you could ditch first period and go hook up in my car."

"Well I was thinking that you could fuck off. I like my idea better."

"Come on baby, you used to love what hangs out in my pants."

"Well my mom always told me to appreciate the smaller things in life." I hang up and throw my phone into my bag. Ugh, I hate going to school. You'd think I'd be used to all the stares and the not so subtle whispers, but it still sucks. Not to mention the oh so sweet remarks written about me in ALL the bathroom s. Its waaaaay to much to deal with, especially on Monday. As the school comes into my line of sight, the pit of dread in my stomach deepens. I sigh, toss my hair back, and put my head up. The minute I step on the front stairs, I can feel the stares like little lasers on my back. I stop off at my locker for my history book and get to first period just as the bell rings. I slip into the only empty chair I'm the room, and look to my left. There's this guy sitting there staring at me with intense emerald eyes. He has black hair that flops into one eye and a smattering of freckles across his nose. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I say with a bitchy smirk and a toss of my hair. He blushes, embarrassed that he was caught staring. I pull my notebook out of my bag and start another shitty ass day in the fuck basket I call my life.