high school. best years for some and worst for others.
ariana grande a typical cheerleader for greengroves high school.
sure all the guys drool over cheerleaders and the cheerleaders show off. queens of the school.
but ariana steps one step back. sh...
7 o'clock came around rather fast. I looked at myself in the mirror quickly before I went downstairs to wait for Justin.
I was wearing a black jumper with no straps. It made my ass look good, like it was actually there for once.
The jumper was from Chanel of course. It had a small black belt that tied around my waist with gold hooks. I also had some black pumps on. I made sure to tie my hard red hair up in a high ponytail so it wouldn't bother me for the night.
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I had on eyeliner and some smokey eyeshadow. I glossed my lips, I felt too lazy to actually apply real lipstick. Plus it would be too much.
I sighed and grabbed my phone, walking out my room with Toulouse by my side. My mom wasn't home and neither was Frankie, my brother. My mom had some last minute things to do at work and Frankie was in New York looking for houses since he was moving out soon. I'm going to miss my big brother, but of course we'll visit each other.
I looked at the time and shook my head. It was 7:13, he was probably running a bit late or something. I turned on the radio, putting my phone on the little pod cast thing that plays your music on your phone. I forgot what it was called, oh well.
I looked through my albums list and hit Melanie Martinez.
I absolutely loved her album, it always made me want to dance around the house. I didn't give a shit at this point if some kindergarteners had to sleep next door to me at 7.
I tapped on Pity Party and turned the volume up to max. The bass made my whole house shake. "Did my invitations disappear?" I sang as I walked towards my kitchen.
I sung often, mainly when I was alone. The only people I sing around are Selena, Camila, Miley, and Nicki. Basically my bestfriends.
They've all said that my voice is really good and that I should sing more but I refused. I didn't really see it.
I kept singing along to Pity Party. "It's my party, I can cry if I want to." I opened the fridge looking for something to eat as I waited for Justin to pick me up.
Maybe he was just being a douche and he wanted to trick me.
Someone's going to get their tiny dick cut off tomorrow at school if that's the case.
A loud knock came from the door the second the song ended. I closed the fridge and turned off my music. Toulouse started to bark, running to the door.
I walked to the door and opened it. There stood Justin with his hands in his pockets. He looked pretty decent. His pants weren't sagging like he was some gangster and it looked like he was wearing a clean shirt. "Well you're thirty minutes late." I joked and stepped outside my house, locking it up.
