Khrisanthemumn Estice Jones POV (That's Me bishh)
"All I'm saying is who knows? Did they name the fruit after the color or the color after the fruit? Who's to say which orange was first, you know?"
"Mhm." I hummed to C.J. She was always going on and on about pointless bull shi.t.
"You're not even listening!" She shouted throwing he fork on her plastic earning a glare from the teacher.
"Yes I am! Something about fruit and colors..."
"See! I f.ucking knew it!" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why are you being such a b.itch about this?"
"Because this is what you always do! You just ignore and mope about that f.uckboy Garret!"
"Don't you EVER talk about him like that!"
"It's true and you know it! He left, Estice. Okay? He's gone!"
"That's a bunch of bull shit. He said he loved me your f.ucking lying-"
"Girls! That's enough. Be quiet and eat."
"Whatever." C.j huffed.
"Listen can we just get to class now?"
"Yeah, lets go. I'm sorry S. I just hate to see you so hurt."
"I know it's fine. I'm fine. It'll be fine."
"I hate it when you lie to me."
"What're ya gonna do, right?"
"Yeah." We walked down Hall A down to home room where there was the rest of our class was sitting. The Cool Group. You had the popular, rich, and pretty girls in one corner; Larain, Sarah, Hollie, MaKayla, Lana, Danny, Kayla, Amber, and Nina. Then you have the show off, popular boys. Freddy, Larry, Leonard, John, Jake, and Alan. If I remember correctly, there's a rumor that Larain like Freddy, MaKayla's dating Larry, and Freddy and John are cousins.
Then you have the outcasts; Aaron, Darrel, Willy, Carson, Shannon, Earla, and Bryttani. Then you have the in-betweeners; population: one; Alissa. The smartest kid in class. And it's not 'cool' to be smart so she's an outcast. But what makes her an in-betweener (but what I like to call in-betweenie because, why not?) is that she was the smartest kid in class. So all the prettier girls who don't pay the least bit attention go to her to get straight A's to be Mrs. Perfect. Anyways, then there's my group. There's not really a word for what we are. We're...us. Each of us is unique. we dress and act how we want because we don't care. This group contains of me, C.j, Alexandria (Alex), Kenny, Wade, and Eamon. We're the group you don't wanna f.uck with. See, the teachers like us all. So one bad thing said to us, we will threaten your existence; and you'll believe us. But the teachers see right through their fake a.ss masks so we are still golden after that. Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the f.uck over it, yeah? Anyways, now that you know our groups, I think it's time you meet our teacher; Torri Armstrong. She is the prettiest woman you've ever seen. She's just the sweetest little thing and you will cry your eyes out laughing so hard at her jokes in the middle of a class. She was diagnosed with breast cancer this past year. She's my home room teacher. For my history teacher we have Mrs. Harlem. She's...interesting. Science I got Mrs. Tankwrite, we call her Mrs. Tawt. She's a crazy b.itch. I'm pretty sure she went to school with Moses and her prom date was a T-Rex. Fairly certain dinosaurs are younger than her. I'm talking...old. Finally, for my English class I have Ms. Armstrong's sister, Mrs. Lancaster. She's hilarious. Willy was talking in her class once and she straight up told him to shut up. Oh my Jesus, it was great. Anyways, I sat down in my home room class. Eamon to my left, Alex to my right, C.j in front of me and Kenny behind me. After Alex sat down, MaKayla walked over and pushed Alex's trapper off her desk. The room fell silent and I tensed my jaw. "Hey, street rat, I was gonna sit there." Alex looked like a movie star with her almost white hair and purple tips, her Pierce The Veil t-shirt, waist high leather jacket, black holy skinny jeans, and some original black and white chucks. My kinda pretty. She popped her gum real loud and gave a sly grin before replying "Well, now you ain't." MaKayla raised her hand and that's when I couldn't take it; "Makayla," I said as politely as possible, "if you'd like to keep those pretty little painted up fingers, I suggest you keep your God dam.n hands to yourself." She looked over to me and the crowd shifted their attention to me, as well. "Oh yeah," she snorted, "and just what are you gonna do if I don't, huh?" Her clique kinda chuckled. Now I'm different from Alex. I've got blue, almost black hair; I wear eyeliner and do the wings with it and bright red lipstick. I have a batman beanie over my head; my bangs covering a good section of my face. I had a Green Day shirt on and red jeans; but just the same as Alex, original black and white chucks. i checked the doorway for teachers and waited a minute before reaching in my pocket and grabbing a lighter. everyone gasped, "Oh calm down you p.ussies.," I rolled my eyes. "I'm just lighting one up, m'kay?" I lit a cigarette, took a drag, and let it hang from my mouth while my attention shifted back to Makayla. "Simple really," I explained, reaching into my left pocket grabbing a long switch blade. We lived in a small town which means small schools, which means no metal detectors. Oh, man, you should've saw Makayla's eyes. Priceless. "If you don't keep your nasty a.ss hands off of my girl," I said walking over to her slowly and ejecting the blade, I towered her by about six inches, grabbed her chin forcing her to look me straight in the eyes. I twirled the blade in my hand before dropping the cigarette and stomping on it. "I'll cut your pretty little throat..." MaKayla looked like she was gonna s.hit herself. Again, priceless. She backed away and I walked back to my seat, picking up Alex's binder. Alex handed the finished cigarette back to me and I put it back in the carton as to not get caught. As soon as everyone calmed their t.itts the teacher walked in. I know what you're thinking, "gee what a trouble maker, she probably gets terrible grades." And that's where you're wrong. I have straight A's motherf.ucker. First class of the day: math. Algebra time. I love algebra, dude.
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Before I knew it, the bell rang, symbolizing class changing. We all began to walk out when I purposely ran into MaKayla and made her drop her things I looked back at her and snootily commented on her sighing "oops, I guess I should've seen you there. It's kinda hard to see you when you're two inches tall, though" "Oh screw you, Khris!" "MaKayla! Language, please." Ms. Armstrong exclaimed. I gave her a cheeky grin before whispering "Yeah, Makayla. Language. We wouldn't wanna have to call daddy and tell him his princess is being bad, would we?" I smirked and walked out of the room thinking to myself, it sure is fun, being a b.itch.
