I finish up my make-up and run downstairs. I hurry out the door. I grab the last chocolate muffin and run out the door. I get in the car and unlock my phone. I notice all of the facebook notifications. I see a picture of my hand on top of Alex's when we were driving last night. I smile at the picture. Then I see all of the comments.
Tramp.
Slut.
Whore.
Just another fling fo Alex.
Wow, really Alex another whore. @BrooklynMay sorry girl
@BrooklynMay, get out of here. We had him first. Nobody cares about you, you are a slut, just another slut.
Bitch, wanna fight for him.
I stop there. Wow, that just made my day. Not. This ladies are crazy. I decided to post something to let them know that nothing happened.
Nothing happened between me and @AlexHayes. He invited himself along to getting a sprite from the gas station and stayed with me until 10 since my mom wasn't home from her date. Then he left. Nothing happened. You can all calm down.
Post. With that I drive off to school.
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As soon as I open the doors, all eyes turn to me. What did I do? I'm getting glares as I walk down the hallway. I turn and get my books. Soon enough though, the eyes turn away from me. Not because everything blew over, you think we are that mature? No, Alex walked in with a blonde girl clinging to his arm. I look at him with the most disgusted face. They walk to the principals office together. I see Destinee and Braden approach me.
" Did you hear about the new girl" They ask.
" I think I just saw her" I say.
" Yeah, I heard she's already hooking up with Alex" Braden gossips.
" Yeah, I saw that too, she was clinging on to him like a monkey" I laugh.
" You okay, I know you two had a really fun time last night" Braden says.
" You two went out last night" Destinee asks.
" Yeah" I reply.
" And now your all sad because he is with this other girl and you thought that you two had something" She asks again.
" Yes" I whisper " Sort of."
" Idiot" She says. She slaps me right across the face. " How many times have I told you not to get involved with him"
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionMy name is Brooklyn May. I'm 17, graduating high school. People can call me talented. People can call me beautiful. People can even say that I have the perfect life. None of that is true, at least in my eyes. I see myself as another person trying to...