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♡5 - the infamous school whore

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Dear Diary,

Day 3,165 and thirteen hours and I'm still in love with the same boy.

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Letting out a groan I slammed my door shut in his little weasel face just as a loud noise erupted from underneath my pillow. Slipping my hand underneath I pulled out my phone to see that I had 15+ missed calls from Nate.

"crap..." I mumbled as I grabbed my jacket from the back of my desk chair and my keys from the desk itself.

"Wait where are you going?" Paige questioned in her ditsy cheerleader voice.

"I forgot I had plans with Nate after school I'm so sorry. You can still stay the night if you want I should be back around..." I checked my phone, it read 5:45 "around 7:30 ish?"

"Ugh fine. Have fun with the blonde Sasquatch."

"Don't get to freaky with my little brother."

she gagged

"K bye love ya."

Racing down the stairs and out the door I hopped in the car and turned the keys in the ignition.

Nate's house was really just down the street but I was in a hurry and not gonna lie I was honestly too lazy to walk.

I arrived at the small one story home and smiled at all its little red bricked glory. The amount of times I see his home in a week is unhealthy. Heading up to the front door I picked up the little potted plant by the door bell and grabbed the spare key from underneath. Just as I was about to place the key in the lock the blue door swung open scaring the living crap out of me.

"Awww Lizzy what's up girl!" a curly haired brunette smiled from the door, wearing her usual amount of makeup which was too much and a skanky skirt, nothing out of the norm.

"Um, first off, is there a reason you are actually speaking to me Gretchen? And secondly, please never ever call me Lizzy again. I might puke."

Gretchen Michaelson. Nate's little sister and the infamous school whore. I can't think of one member of the football team she hasn't blown.

"You're so funny Lizzy!"

"Not really..."

"So rumor has it that you got Mr. fancy quarterback alone after school today..." she grinned poking and prodding at my clothes which were fairly conservative compared to her own.

"How do you know about that?"

"Word travels fast sweetheart. So did you-"

"No. I did not, makeout with, or do anything else sexuality related to Brett. I'm not like you sweetheart."

Her grin was replaced with an annoyed scowl as her big brown eyes narrowed as me "Fine then. Oh, and don't screw my brother, he deserves better."

My cheeks went red as I lost any piece of social confidence I had left in my head. Her smile returned followed by an obnoxious laugh as her strappy wedges smacked against the pavement away from my embarrassed self.

The door opened once again, I jumped at the sound and turned around, Nate was there this time, thank god.

"Hey where have you been? ...Beth? Hey Beth don't forget to breath you look like a tomato." He cracked a smile laying a hand on my shoulder and I couldn't help but cringe after what Gretchen had just said. Nate? Never. it's been 3,165 days I will not just give up now. I let out a breath, the red in my face depleting to a light pink.

"Beth? You good?"

"Ya I'm fine." I forced a smile "Fro Yo right? It's on me."

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wellllll this chapter sucks ass cause I haven't written anything besides school essays in a trillion years. but there ya go. meet Gretchen. she's a bitch.

Xoxo Cara oxoX

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