bits of My Brain

emergency girlfriend

"Dude why are you freakin out its just your mom" I chewed on my gum before blowing a bubble. The satisfying pop took the attention of my pacing classmate.

"Throw the gum away"

"No its still minty fresh"

"Stop slouching you don't look ladylike"

"Didn't know ladylike had a look" I pop my gum once more agitating him to my amusement. "Dude she's just your mom chill..." I raised my feet and place them on the armrest of the very expensive looking couch. I lay my head on the other armrest.

"Don't call me dude that is disrespectful. And please sit up you're boots will dirty the cream couch."

"Oh sorry should I call you honey? Pumpkin? Toni bear?" I rolled my eyes and run my fingers over my freshly brushed hair. Freshly brushed and freshly styled curled black locks with a bow in the back. "Look kid I know ya filthy rich but that ain't gonna get any respect from me. I'm just here for the money."

"God this is not going to work out..." He sighed and plopped onto the matching couch across from mine, pulling at his curly blonde locs. He stared at his reflection in the glass on the table between us. Poor bastard.

Not.

"Well I was the only female in the class who was willing to be your girly remember? I'm all you got..." I scratch at my thigh. Damn these knee high stockings. Why do girls actually wear this? Whats with all the pink bows?!

I should have asked for more money...

Into the past...(≧∇≦)/
"Be my girlfriend for a day"

"What... Fuck that" I ball another failed test up and aim for the trashcan across the room. I shoot. It lands flawlessly into the trash.

"Raven stop trowing things around the room" my chemistry teacher ,Mrs Willard, said head down flicking through papers.

"Stop failing me" I shot back throwing another ball into the trash.

"I'll pay you" the guy, what's his name again, said standing next to my desk... Which happens to be in the back of the room.

"Look whatever your name is," I swing my legs off the desk to roughly land them on the guys feet "I'm not goons play house with some narcissistic, materialistic, douchbag of a rich kid like you. I have things to do..."