Nothing Stays Perfect

Meet Maggie May.

A/N: This story does have bad words in it, just saying. And I really don't see the point in sayinfg F*@! when I could just say the word, so yeah. Oooh, it also has references to sex. So yeah, don't like that then that's coolas. (:

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It seemed it was the same thing, different day. The same yellow school bus coming down the same road, to pick me up from the same part of the fence I sat on every day. But today was different, for now anyway. It was the first day of my last week of my senior year at school, my last year! Couldn't have come sooner! I laughed at the goofy faces the boys made at me from the back of the bus as it stopped in front of me, idiots. I slid off the fence, throwing a stray piece of hay off my light blue skinnies as I skipped to the bus door,

"Morning Maggie!" The cheerful driver smiled, that was no different, I smiled in reply as I stepped onto the bus floor,

"Yo, yo, yo!" I announced, a wide grin broke my tan face. The small first years stared, wide eyed as I sauntered down the aisle,

"Looking gooooood Mag," A deep male voice said from my right, placing emphasis on the 'o' in good, also placing a hand on my butt. I smiled as I turned,

"Jake, if you don't take your hand off my ass there is no way you’re going to get me to go on a date," I smiled, trying to look smug but it turned affectionate.  He smirked, but removed his hand. I made a beeline to the back seat, "Lex!" I leapt into the lap of a blonde sitting in the back seat,

"Jesus, Maggie May. Don't hold back!" She laughed. Maggie May, yeah I have a corny name. Laugh if you want. My dad loves the song, reckons that’s what my mum did, stole his heart or whatever. He plays the song all day when it’s my birthday, he knows every word.

"You know me, Sexy Lexi," I grinned as I took my own seat,

"Dork," She giggled, "Isn't Jake looking gooood?" She mocked me. I had dated the guy before, he was a good friend, since I had admitted I liked the guy she hadn't dropped the topic. I tugged a stray piece of black hair back behind my ear,

"Lex, shut up. Or I am going to tell those first years you think they are hot." I teased. We collapsed into fits of giggles until Jake and his followers turned to face us, four damn fine boys started undressing Lexi and I in their minds.

 "Where's Harley?" Jake's dark brown eyes bored deep into mine, he smirked again.

"Working. He finished a week early." I glared. I didn't mind talking about Harley, he was my best friend, but the way Jake talked about him made my blood boil.

"What's he doing?" Tom, Jake's right hand man asked.

"Something for dad, you know that." I was starting to shake.

"Damn, I would work for your dad if it meant I could see your fine ass all day." Caleb, another one of the goons stated.

"Shut the fuck up, you retards." I snapped.

"You know your fine!" Jake said, that damn smirk came out again.

"I know, too fine for you!" I smirked back.

"Modest, I still hate the guy." Jake turned away, muttering to his friends.

"How is he?" Lexi whispered, she slung an arm around me.

"Meh, you know. The same old Harley." I forced a fake smile, truth was he was in a bad way. He was pissed off he wouldn't be around to scare the shit out of guys who were trying it on with me, I tried telling him I was a big girl, and it was only a week, but that got ignored. I recalled our conversation this morning as we rode to the front gate, 'Jake is going to be all over you!' My best friend had said, a stormy look clouded his tanned face. I had refused to listen, 'Been there Har.' I had argued. 'Dammit Mags. You don’t realise! All the guys are going to be watching you!' Best friend? More like second dad.