Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 4: *~Invitation~*

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Algebra wasn’t REALLY my kind of thing as I’ve so told you earlier. See, if I say stuff twice or more, it really means I’m sincere. I usually get D’s and F’s here, which I am SO not proud of. I do study hard, but my effort doesn’t really pay off. At all. Ever since I was a kid, I already accepted myself as a failure in numbers. How much more if you combine them with letters and difficult signs and symbols to remember? Arrghh.  Okay, well maybe that ‘studying hard’ part was a little untrue…I do study, but well, it’s always the day before the exam or the day of the exam itself. So, yeah, I do what REALLY good students do, I cram. (Note: Heavy sarcasm)

Thankfully after given our homework we were already dismissed. The only thing good about Algebra on a Thursday, is that it’s my last period, which means I’m off for home after it. Bad news? Brain-splitting home works. I quickly packed up my stuff and squeezed my way out the door. It took me awhile to find my best friends due to the huge crowd of students scattered along the hallway. I could hear everyone buzzing about the party at Claude’s house. Gee, that sure is fast. One minute my friends and I got invited, the next the whole school’s coming. Well, considering he’s easily befriended the popular ones, spreading the news wasn’t a hard task to do.

I met up with the girls by their usual waiting spot. “Hey guys, what’s up with the buzz?” I asked.

“Ohh, everyone’s talking about Claude’s party. It seems as if he’s invited the whole school,” Bethany inquired. “He must have a large house, considering he’s invited a lot,” Ellie added thoughtfully. “I bet the guy’s loaded.”

“So what if he is?” I replied. “Well, that’s not really a shocker since his parents own a business.” I looked around to find Claude and sure enough he was there, but there was an ugly, pink-skinned oranggutan wearing a blonde wig, namely Amber, clinging by his side. Ugh, she totally looks like a pongoid, except she’s a total air-head. Pongoids have much better brains.I know I’m insulting, but that girl really has an IQ lower than 50…matching most of all the popular queen bees around this state. All beauty no brains.

I preceded to roll my eyes at Amber and mutter:” Once a slut, forever a slut.” Claude caught my gaze and gave me a wide smile and a wave, not minding Amber the ‘oranggutan’ clinging to him. I returned his smile and waved back. Amber caught me smiling and waving at Claude, her ugly pongoid-like face became uglier as she scrunched up her nose and mouthed the words: “Stay away, bitch. He’s mine.” I gave her a smirk and mouthed: “Sure.” Amber gave me one last glare and then she disappeared in the crowd with Claude. I fought the urge to run after her and pull each of her fake extensions off her brain-less head. She has no right to call me a bitch! I’m not the one who fucked the entire football team in here. It was her. ONLY her. She’s totally gone too overboard with this. I gritted my teeth in frustration and annoyance.

“Urghh, how dare that slut call me a bitch!” I grunted in irritation. “I’ll show her who’s-“

“Shh, calm down Ave,” Bethany cut-off, rubbing my back soothingly. “She’s not worth it.”

“She can have him if she wants! I don’t mind! They can be together forever if they want to! I won’t give a fuck!” I hollered angrily. I’m pretty sure steam is shooting out my ears. Call me sensitive if you want, but being called a bitch by a slut isn’t at all very flattering. Not that getting called a bitch by others is. Its just...ugh, you know what I mean.