How To Be A Slut

Chapter 1: The List

Chapter 1: The List

There she is again.

I look at the new guy that she’s all over now. My heart goes out for that poor fool. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into. With the look on his face you would think that he won the lottery. I felt so sorry for him. I felt my heart go out to him. “-kie Nikkie earth to Nikkie.” I suddenly noticed someone snapping their fingers in my face taking my attention away from the scene that I was watching. “Wow you are spacing out today. Are you alright.” I turned my head towards the person who was talking. It was my friend Danielle. “Ha ha Dani I am not that spaced out.” “Right well it’s almost time for class so get your books and let’s go and listen to our boring ass teacher teach some boring ass history….. that’s boring.” I just laughed and shook my head Dani really doesn’t like history. “Ok let’s get to class.”

I finally got through the day. It’s been a week since school started up again. Coming back from the summer is always hard for me. I already miss the sleeping in till 11 and then hanging out with my friends or just doing nothing. I love doing nothing it’s my favorite thing to do next to doing something. Ok so in reality I was kinda glad that the break was over as I was getting really bored. I still missed sleeping in though. I think everyone does. As I thought about this I made my way to my car. It was a 2009 mustang and I loved it. It was a little beat up but still very awesome. Or at least it was to me.

I was almost to my car when I heard a crowd start shouting. I turned around and immediately regretted it. There she was again. All over another guy. I looked away and started towards my car again. Once I was in it I started it and drove away to my house. Just seeing her puts me in a bad mood. I got home and quickly ran up the stairs to my room. I lived in a pretty nice house. I had a room with all my stuff and a kitchen full of food (most of the time) as far as the rest of the house I didn’t really care about it. Unless it was the couch in the living room. I loved that couch.

So I made my way up to my room, dumped my backpack on the floor and hopped on my bed. I sighed and thought about my life. I mean, what did I really know about my life. Well for one my name is Nicole Johnson, but I like to go by Nikkie. I have two very annoying brothers and I have two very best friends who I love named Dani and Monique. My parents aren’t home all the time but that’s all right. When they are it’s always a fun and crazy time. I do very well in school so I’m a nerd (and proud). And I also have an ex-best friend named Cassandra that is kind of slut now that I sorta kinda almost stalk.

I know it sounds weird but I just like to make sure she’s okay. I mean it’s not like I’m sneaking near her house at night or secretly taking pictures of her I just kinda watch her during school. It hurts me to see the way she is now but I can’t help it. I just notice the things she does and I want to make sure she’s alright. She may have hurt me but I still feel like she’s my friend deep down.

When we were little we were inseparable. We wouldn’t go anywhere without each other. Our friendship started to change in the middle of the 7th grade. Basically she changed her clothes (to sluttier) attitude (to bitchier) and friends (from me). I feel bad for thinking this, but she really just turned into the school slut. I know it may sound like I’m jealous but it’s true. It just seemed like one moment she was my best friend and the next well…. She became they popular girl who goes to every party, gets drunk, and sleeps with whatever guy she has available. Wow I sound really bitter or something. I think I should stop thinking. And I should thinking about not thinking about thinking. Okay this is becoming a vicious cycle. I should stop.

I decide to read a book to pass my time for right now. I am such a book nerd. Once I find a book I like it’s hard to put it down. I just can’t stop reading it until I’m done. It was still pretty early when I started reading, only about 5 o’ clock so when my brother called my down for dinner I was shocked to see it was 8. I got a little too into my book. I went downstairs and started to grab something to eat. My mom had come home and cooked for us only to leave right after she was done. I guessed she back to work. I couldn’t really blame her for not being home a lot. At least she thought of us enough to make us dinner. I mean she could have just easily given us money for a pizza but instead she always came home and cooked. I don’t know a lot of people whose busy parent would come home from work to do even that.