Story Of My Life

Threats

"Do you own anything other than leggings?" I laughed as my best friend Natalie approached me at my locker. I've had to have heard this question at least 5000 times now.

"I think there's a pair of jeans deep, deep, deep, down in my closet." I answered with a laugh.

"Why don't you even care about your appearance? I wish I didn't but I do." She spoke, moving out of the way for the boy who occupied the locker next to mine.

"Because high school isn't gonna matter when we're older. Why try to impress people you won't even remember in years time?" I answered.

"Good point, but I still care. Especially with all the hotties in this school." She turned to a senior and winked at him as he passed by. He replied with a head nod and a smirk.

"That's where you're wrong. I've known everyone in this school since like elementary school." I said, grabbing my text book for U.S. History. She rolled her eyes at my reply, obviously not believing me.

"That's impossible. You have to think at least one guy is hot or even remotely attractive."

I stopped and looked around the hallway, seeing a sea of people. The entire football team was just 10 feet away from us, yet I didn't think any of them were good looking.

"Nope." I replied with a smirk. She sighed in annoyance.

"I'm done with you. I'll see you at lunch." I laughed and she walked to her class. I shut my locker and locked it, turning and walking to my class.

•

I can't even put into words how much I dislike U.S. History and calculus. I mean, I sure as hell don't need them later in life.

As I walked into the cafe, I passed a group of guys playing some terrible rap song and I grimaced. God I hate this school.

I went into the lunch room and sighed in annoyance when I saw trays of disgusting spaghetti being placed on the counter. I could've sworn today was chicken nuggets. I was excited for nothing.

I instead grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a water and headed to the cashier to pay.

"That'll be $4" She rudely said, holding her hand out for my money. I rolled my eyes. $4? For a sandwich and water? Really?

Regardless, I slapped my money in her hand and walked out, going to the regular table where Brandy and Daniella were already sitting. I set my food down and took my bag off my shoulder, setting it on the table and sitting down.

"Hey Sammy." Brandy smiled at me.

"Sup biotch." Daniella greeted me. I smiled at Brandy and flipped Daniella off, making her laugh.

I unwrapped my sandwich and took a giant bite, looking up and realizing Natalie still wasn't here.

"Where's Nat?" I asked, my mouth still full.

"First, that was disgusting," Daniella paused to cringe. "And second, she's talking to Jake."

"Jake who?" I asked, taking a sip of water.

"Jake Williams." Brandy answered for her.

"Why'd you make the face?" Daniella asked me. I gave her a confused look.

"What face?" I asked.

"The face. You always make the face when you're grossed out."

"What face?" I asked, getting irritated because of how confused I was.

"Whenever you're grossed out you make the face. You furrow your eyebrows and move your head back so you have a double chin. How do you not know what I'm talking about? You've been making that face since 3rd grade." She answered.

"I guess I do it absentmindedly..." I spoke, suddenly self conscious. If my friends realize I make a face then everyone else does too. But what does this face even look like? Really unattractive I bet. "I wish I could see it."

"It's pretty ugly." Brandy answered. I gave her an annoyed look and she laughed. "Kidding!"

"Why's she even talking to him anyways?" I asked, turning around to the big double doors, the exit of the cafeteria. Natalie was leaning against the frame of the door and Jake was leaning above her, his right arm above her head against the wall and his left hand in her back pocket.

I felt myself overcome with anger as I watched them flirt. How dare he? Shes way too good for him. He doesn't deserve her.

"Sam, don't do anything you'll regret." Brandy warned me. I ignored her as I stood up, making my way towards Natalie and that scum bag.

I stepped right in between them, facing Jake. I grimaced, feeling his breath hit my face. He was way too close to me right now and I didn't like it one bit.

I pulled Natalie away from him, turning back towards a very confused Jake and ignoring Natalie's annoyance from behind me.

"You," I pointed at him. "Stay away from my best friend, or I'll chop your tiny little penis off and shove it down your throat."

And with that, I pulled Natalie to our lunch table. The girls all looked at me in shock.

"What?" I asked, shoving the rest of my sandwich in my mouth.

"Are you trying to ruin my life?" Natalie almost yelled.

"I was saving you from being with some douche bag and making a huge mistake." I calmly replied.

"Well even if I make a mistake, it's not your life, it's mine!"

"I just don't want to see you get hurt. You're my best friend. I don't want him to break your heart, Nat." I said back, noticing her eyes soften.

"I know, I'm sorry for yelling. I won't talk to him anymore." She replied, taking my hand.

"Well you don't have to st-" She cut me off.

"No, you're right. I should've been smarter about it. All he'd do is break my heart." She smiled at me.

"Are you sure?" I kinda felt bad, but this is what's best for her.

"Positive. Now cmon, lets ditch the rest of the day and go shopping!" I laughed, standing up with her and grabbing my stuff.

"I guess we're leaving." I laughed. "Bye guys."

"Bye Sam" Brandy and Daniella said in unison.

The only classes I had left were gym and study hall, and Natalie had chorus and fashion & interior design, so we weren't missing much.

We went out the back door and got to Natalie's car, leaving the school and heading to the mall.

"Ooo I love this song!" She grinned, turning it up and blasting it throughout the car. Guess what song it just so happened to be? Somebody To Love by Justin Bieber. Nonetheless, I sang along with Natalie. Well, we weren't really singing, just loudly yelling the lyrics.