Before and After

chapter 2

             Today was beautiful, although school was its usual sucky self, I got to talk to Leonardo Monroe. Sure our conversation  only consisted of six words.

     

               "Hey Simpson, how was your summer?"

                "Hi Leo, it was fine , thanks " I reply, when I finally look up again he was gone.just like that.

                   

                   So now I'm sitting on my bed, doing some Ap chemistry(I love my chemistry. ...NOT) with my laptop on my bed beside me I decide to take a little break. Then I see a pop up, of  some shitty makeover ad."are you looking for a new look to impress that special someone?" I ask myself.....well let's see ...I want to impress Leo, so yeah,  I guess.

 

                       I had to write   some shitty letter about some crappie tale of how ugly I am. Come on  I wasn't going to admit being ugly, I'm fairly pretty. I mean my blonde hair is fairly great, my blue eyes are sky blue ( nothing special) and I'm slim, I'm a 5'7 so come on  , if that isn't pretty, then I don't know what is.

                      Dear New look,
                                            I'm a seventeen year old blonde , who is practically related to Lisa Simpson and Bart simpson. I want to impress my favourite guy.......wait no I want to look different.
                                                                 (Good luck fixing this  mess up)

                                                                                         Anabelle Simpson.

                  If I wasn't so bored I would probably laugh at my idiocy right now. These things are usually either  a scam or a fraud, and if it is true , then it all depends on luck.

              I was about to close my eyes when I heard a knock on my door.No body knocks on my door apart from Mark, I seriously don't get why  he even bothers knocking cause he still comes in any way.

                "Hey there beautiful". He strides in with a smirk on his lips , I swear sometimes I just want to wipe that smirk off his lips.....and maybe wipe him off too in the process.

                 I stand up, walking over to where he was to give him a good push, but stop when I see him staring at me. Then I suddenly become very conscious, cause when I came home I basically just wore a big t- shirt with homer Simpsons face on it and a writing that says 'Come party with Homer', that ends at my mid thigh.

                 Trying to cover up my embarrassment,  I make a remark"oh! Stop checking me out, you douche" I try hitting him, which seems to have no effect."Come on , but I want to party with Homer! " he whines."oh! How ironic!"I say like the little sarcastic bitch that I am.

 

                 Mark makes his way into my room, and sits on my bed. I take my place beside him, Mark has a thing for tapping his leg when his trying to do something his not sure of....and he's freaking doing it right now!

 

            "What's wrong?" I ask with genuine concern.i reach out holding his hand, he looks up at me and smiles.i smile back, proding him to tell me what's wrong.

              He lifts his legs onto my bed to face me better, he is really close to me now."Anabelle....I. ...um...-" he looks down, and I interrupt him" GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!,"he looks back at me with an amused smile on his face " you know maybe I do want to party with a Simpson.....just not Homer." I don't get where his getting at" listen, Anabelle.........."

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            I can't believe he said that! Mark left 3 hours ago, leaving me shocked , you have got to be kidding me.Why didn't he tell me earlier? Right now I'm walking back to school, cause of that dick head. Sure I would much rather go in my navy blue BMW, but no

My car is still in school cause Mark-fucking-Carven took my car to have a hook up with some cheerleader. And why would he use my car? Because he doesn't want slut juice on his seat, Does it look like I want slut juice in my car?!?

             I finally found my car at the  end of the parking lot.nice job Mark. I start making my way to my car , when I notice the football team just finished practice. I wonder why Mark didn't go for football practice, I guess I'll have to ask him later.

                "Hey there, Simpson. "I feel a warm arm on my waist ,I turn around to glare at the familiar face."don't look at me like that I know you have a thing for me","ugh,  Josh your too full of yourself!"

He  chuckles to himself.

  

               "What are you doing here? Come to watch your hero practice?" Then he gives me a smirk." I'll much rather be a lesbian." I stated flatly, I loved looking at him when his smirk falls off. With that I get into my car and fasten my seat belt, Josh comes into the passenger's seat. He's smiling, which makes me pretty scared."seeing it from your point of view, I'm not shocked to hear this from you."he says matter-of-factly.

                "Wait! WHAT!?!" What is he talking about?

                 "I'm trying to say that I won't be shocked if you do become a lesbian, in fact I'm happy your finally coming out of the-" before he could finish that sentence I reached out my hand and slapped him." What was that for?" He whined.

      "I am not a lesbian, I would never even think of being a lesbian." Okay that was a lie, I have thought of how it would feel to be a lesbian, but never considered being a lesbian." Are you trying to say you hate lesbians?" How can this kid be possibly this hot and still be stupid? "Listen here captain McCartney, if you don't shut your fucking mouth about lesbians. ...I would kill you right now and feed your balls to the alligators." I stated it loud and clear, don't get me wrong , I won't really do it , but I can kill him.

               We stay in silence for some time after that, then I realise , we're still at the parking lot. I look at him noticing he's staring at me intently " Do you like Mark?" That question suddenly hits me, I've never thought of Mark in that way before." Um.....yes, like a friend I guess?" It was really sad that my reply came out more as a question than a statement. My face suddenly turns beetroot red, why am I blushing for fuck sakes.

                   "Okay then, say hi to your mom for me.....and by the way , I do want to party with Homer, but I think I'd prefer you". With that he winks at me then leaves the car , but before shutting the door , he mumbled something that got me thinking........

                How am I oblivious?
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           I THINK THIS WAS POOR BUT PLEASE KEEP READING ON, I  PROMISE I'LL TRY TO IMPROVE MY WRITING BETTER.
       THE PICTURE ABOVE IS MARK CARVEN.

        LOVE STEPHANIE.