Love Stories

Emotions? Panic

Tori's POV

Was this girl serious? She needs to stop. First, she keeps me up all night after staring at me. Okay I can't pretend I wasn't staring back. She was so bright and lit up even while looking tired on her walk she looked... kind of. Pretty? No, that's probably not the word, right?

Emotions equals weakness. Everyone knows that, me especially after getting a crush on a gay boy named Micheal.

We are all going to die someday, alone.

After keeping me up all night she had the nerve to go to the same school that I just joined like stalker much. I guess she was here first but still. Now she is talking to me! That's the last straw, wait she is asking for my name now ugh leave me alone! Wait actually don't.

'Business, correct.' She isn't getting my name, no chance.

'I am not going to stop bugging you.' She whispers with a grin on her stupid face.

'But-' I get cut off by the annoying as fuck teacher.

'Victoria, Blossom, please have out the workbooks. Victoria, you can learn some names that way.'

'Victoria, huh?' she is too cocky she needs to stop.

'Oh shush. I don't want you to be talking to me and if you must, call me Tori.'

'Got it Tori.' She smirks more and it looks stupid. Yeah, that's why I hate it.

'Stop smirking.'

'No.' How dare she.

After the workbooks are handed out and we sat down the tests start, why are there tests on the first day I'm already hating this school at least Becky is at this school, I don't need more friends then that. Its my first day so I don't really know much so I try allot, determined not to ask for help from anyone not that teacher not Blossom, she would smirk again. This is getting so freaking hard. Fine

'Ugh what' this answer?' I whispers.

'4x2x6=48'

'Ok..thanks.'

'No problem, that's what friends are for.'

'Excuse me? Friends? No, you're annoying.'

'I know, it's my best quality.'

Okay really? I knew that. It doesn't take a genius. 'Why is that not surprising?'

The teacher calls out 'You'll be doing the project with the person you're sitting next to.'

'Shit.' I say.

'Yes!' She smirked, again!

'No!' I whisper.

'You don't want to work with me? I thought we were friends.'

'No, you think we are friends. We are not.'

'Well, this is a perfect chance to become friends then.'

'No it is not, shut up.'

'Whatever.'

Blossom's POV

I spot a book on Tori's desk, under her arms.

'Hey, what's that?' I ask.

'Huh?' she follows my eyes to her book, 'Oh it's nothing.'

She covers it more up with her hands but not before I read the title, 'Love Stories'.

'Hey I have that book too-'

*Bell rings*

Tori's POV

I get up and leave before saying anything else. I rushe out down the hallway and into another classroom with one girl with purple hair who was scrolling on her phone.

'Hey Becky.'

'Hey Tori what is up?'

'I am dying, Becky.'

'Where have I heard that before Vicky?'

'Shut up, I'm not kidding me Becky, I'm about to die.' I say with my stern glare.

'Stop death staring me. What happened this time?'

'There is this. This.'

'Stop stuttering. I've never actually seen you like this after 5 years of knowing you, dam. Anyways we both just joined a new school because you almost murdered loads of people and threatened tons of them.'

'That's not the reason and you know it.'

'Well that DID happen.' I roll my eyes, she needs to stop being so dramatic. I threatened all of them.

'Well someone started sitting next to me like the audacity, can you believe. Then she wont stop asking questions, 'What's you name, where do you live. Do you read books?' Like shut up!'

'Okay slow down Tori. What are they like?'

'She-she. She has these eyes.'

'That's nice to know, does she have a mouth too or is that it?'

'Shut up!'

'Okay, I'm just curious.' She gives me a sort of funny look.

I finally get sick of this staring competition. 'What!'

'Tori, prove me wrong, if you like, but, do you like her eyes?'

'What! No. Don't be ridiculous, Becky, she has horrible eyes, and she sucks.'

'You wish.' She says under her breathe.

I choose to ignore her, she wont stop arguing with me if I carry on, so as the proper grown teenager I am, I do the responsible thing and give her the middle finger.

The bell rings for maths.

'Goodbye Tori, oh and good luck with your crush! Your gunna need it with the way your express your emotions.' She mutters that last part and motions a punching fist with her hand. I wonder what Blossom's hand would feel like- no STOP TORI pull yourself together why were you even thinking that.

You don't have a crush on Blossom. She is dumb and feeling and people don't matter. Why should they?