Shattered

Chapter 1

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"Hey, Stephanie!"

"Oh, hi, how's it going?"

"Why didn't you reply yesterday?"

"Um, I was a little busy, you know, with all that stuff going on—my dad moving out, my mom screaming at him every opportunity she gets. It's really exhausting."

"Oh, okay, whatever. So, I finally found his name!"

"Really? Damn, you're a real stalker. You only knew how he looked. You didn't even know which grade he's in."

"Yeah, that's crazy, I know. What if I become a professional stalker after school? With my skills, I'd be a billionaire."

"I doubt that."

"Put your negativity into something else. So, his name is Theodore. He's one grade lower than me. He must be sixteen years old."

"Not too young for you, girl, huh?"

"Bitch, shut up, it's only a one-year difference. I'm not molesting anyone."

"Ugh."

"I'm so fucking hungry. Why can't this shitty school sell anything edible? They want us dead, I swear. They drain us out mentally with their math and then starve us."

"I have gum."

"Give me."

"Here."

"Thanks."

"Okay, got to go. See you after school?"

"Yeah, sure."

  She's so annoying, acting all kind and friendly. I know she hates me and talks shit behind my back to her "main" bestie.

  We've been friends since kindergarten, and sometimes I wonder if we have some sort of invisible string attaching us or something because every time I try to end the friendship, Stephanie doesn't allow it. Universe doesn't allow it. It's honestly frustrating.
 
During our freshman year, Steph became really close friends with a new girl named Sophie.

Sophie is mental, she laughs at everything, her sense of humour is horrible. I don't understand how they even bonded.

Because of Sophie, I feel like I'm now second on Steph's list of friends. I tried to befriend that girl Sophie, but that bitch never let me in. Whenever the three of us were together, Sophie would completely ignore me and only talk to Steph.

I got fed up and decided to stop talking to that "super friendly, kind and honest" girl altogether.
 
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  It's currently third period, and I'm sitting in a math class while the teacher is yapping.

I used to understand math and even enjoyed it. I liked the thrill and satisfaction of solving math problems. But here I am now, not understanding a single thing.

Sitting next to me in class is Jordan, Mr. self-proclaimed school "hottie". In reality, he's the most mid guy I've ever seen in my life.

Even though we rarely talk, he always invites me to his house parties.

There was one time when we actually made out at one of his house parties in the bathroom, but then his girlfriend Casey caught us.

They are still together, but that boy occasionally looks at me, more at my boobs, during class. Honestly, they're both pathetic.

  "Sheila! Stop staring at Jordan and maybe get down to work," the teacher yelled.

  The whole class is laughing.

  "Mrs. Cater, what are you talking about? I wasn't staring at that jackass. I was just... am... paying a CLOSE attention to what you were saying."

  "And what I was saying?"

  "You we saying that... the poems have rhymes? Probably that."

  "Miss. Sheila!"

  "Sorry sorry, I'll definitely start listening from now on."

  "You kids are unbelievable, does your generation  have no manners?"

Everyone in the class has calmed down except Jordan, I can still hear him giggling.

"What are you still laughing about?"

"Haha, I'm just thinking about how red your face became when the teacher called you out."

  "The fuck are you talking about, I never get red."

  "Only when you see me," he moved closer to my face and started staring at my soul.

  "I have never and never will."

  "Oh, you do get red, especially when you look at my..." he started laughing.

  "Shut the fuck up, you perv!"

  "I love when you talk dirty."

  I rolled my eyes.

  "Are you coming to my party this friday?" he asked.

  "Yeah sure, I'll also bring Lolita with me."

  "Oh, definitely bring- even better, bring all of your girlfriends. The more meat, the better."

  "Shut up," I lightly puched him in the shoulder.

  "Also, maybe you, me, at my place, after school. My bed sheets terribly miss you," he winked.

  "Ew, your sheets have never even met me. Also, don't you have a girl? Casey her name, isn't it?"

  "Oh, come on, it didn't stop you last time, so what's changed?"      

The school bell rings.

  I show him my middle finger and yell, "Fuck you!"

"Ah, please!" he yelled back.

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