Chrysanthemum

Chapter 4

Thats Anna in the media/ picture above.
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I practically superman flew myself in the bathroom stall.

I threw down my bag and started rummaging through it like a mad man. My hands were shaking and my lip was bleeding. My chest was closing up and I could barely see.

Where the fuck are these damn pills?!

My entire book bag was dumped out and all my things were spread out on the floor. I let out a scream of frustration. If I don't find these pills in five seconds, I am going to break the stall door down.

Oh wait.

I took out my make up bag fast as lightning. Shining so brightly down before me, was that orange, beautiful yet deadly pill bottle. Come home to mama.

I opened the bottle as quickly as possible and stuffed three down my throat. Okay maybe six. I let out a breath.

Pleasure. It's amazing, the wonders a few little tablets can do.  I relaxed on the floor.  Maybe I could spend lunch here.

Suddenly the bathroom door flung open. Ugh, not even two minutes.

"Hey!" Yelled out an angry voice. I crouched down lower so it she wouldn't notice me. She was probably on the phone or something. She couldn't have gone outside though! She has an hour and a half to go wherever she wants.

"Hey you! With the mess on the floor. Open up!" She yelled and started banging on my stall door. She's talking to me?! Does she even know who's in the stall? I think she's got the wrong person.

I grunted in annoyance. "What do you want?" I spat. I swear I don't want to be rude but she came in with an attitude and started banging or the door like a maniac and I'm like seventy five percent sure she has the wrong person.  Plus I finally found peace.

"We need to have a serious talk."

I don't even know you. Yea she definitely has the wrong person. She can't even see me.

I opened up anyway and stared at her. Blonde, green eyes, Jack Rogers, super tight jeans, and a crop top. Basic. I got up, tipping a little and started  reorganizing my things.

She started tapping her foot, making it clear she was waiting.

"If you don't stop tapping that foot, I swear I'll break it Blondie."

She stopped immediately.

She just stared at me.

"I guess you're pretty." What? I will break her.

"What?"

I looked at her confused, waiting for her to continue.

"All this talk about New Girl being sooo attractive." She rolled her eyes. Okay?

"Do you know who you were just talking to?!" She practically yelled all of a sudden. I jumped.  What the fucks this girls deal? Is she talking about the three fine angles I just bumped into? One of them even has the word angle as apart of their name! Coincidence? I think not. His parents clearly knew a miracle was going to happen.

So why is talking to the hottest guys on earth a bad thing? I'd be congratulating me for actually getting guys like that to even look my way, even if I kind of forced them by running into them.

"That was Rose Angel and his crew! That was the Fearsome Threesome, the Three Musketeers, Rose and-"

"Yea, I get it, the fearsome I don't caresome. Whats your point?"