Pan-fic

Chapter One

"Hey Slut!" Called a boy as he hurdeled into me, causing me to drop my books. I spun around, amediatly glaring in the direction of Felix. Ugh, Felix. Just saying his name makes me wan't to up-chuck this mornings granola breakfast. Don't even get me started on his actual appearence. Let's get off that side-track before i burn my retinas. "What do you wan't?" I snapped back, my glare colder that my frozen heart. "How's Will's dick taste?" "I told you, He's a fuckboy who can't exept the fact that I don't wan't any of his bullshit" Felix smirked. One snarky remark and I will slap that smirk clean off his little pepperoni pizza pie face. "Really? That's not what he said." Have you ever seen a boy pretend to suck imaginary dick? If you have, im greatly sorry for that life scarring event. Please drop by my house for a complementary therapy session and cookies. I was right about to pop that giant zit of his with a good kick to the nose, until i felt a hand on my shoulder. Not a comforting hand, but a menacing one. One that's cold and grips onto your shoulder as if it were a prized jewel. I new exactly who it was. "Oh, sweetheart" Will cooed. "I am not you sweetheart." I said, a fire of 100 feminists cheering me on mentally. I guess you should have a formal introduction. Meet Will, the boy who singlehandedly ruined my social life. A fuckboy who i fell for, who i then broke up with after he mercilessly pryed at me to send him Bra pictures and to- eh-hem... "do the do" with him. After dumping me, he spread rumors to the entire school that I got with another guy and he broke up with me. Of course, no one belived me. Thats only scrating the serficr of what he's done to me. I'd not like to go ibto detail on how i was... violated by that boy and his friends. "Relax, Alexandrite." I cringed. "I told you not to call me that." "Really? Would you prefer Whore? Slut?" I laughed "Nice try, Slut's already been used." Felix made a nervous expression that read as 'Oops' "Hmm, maybe i'll try Bitch then? That seems to fit you perfectly." He said. He was standing dead infront of me, his whispy brown hair blowing infront of his face, tan skin basically taunting me to scratch it or damage it. Before I could spit my next accusation back at him, a sharp pain slammed into my right side, my mouth gaped open, unable to catch my breath, I saw will shaking his hand out. "You'd make a great punching bag, Alexand-" I landed a quick kick to hit to the side of his head, dropping him to the floor. I stood over him and smirked. "Who's the Bitch now?"