Am I his type?

3. Hot pink lipstick and a redhead freak.

You know those days when you're either too embarrassed or simply have C.B.A. to go to school?
It's one of those for me.

I don't even want to know the version Tiffany knows of what happened yesterday.

* * *

I walk to my locker dreading to see Josh in fear of my cheeks rouging. I really couldn't care less about everything that happened yesterday and I don't really want to know what the topic's gonna be over dinner today, now that Tiffany AND Josh are gonna be there. As in it's awkward enough having to be with Josh and his family, but with all of us together... I don't even want to imagine.

I look at my locker before covering it with my hand and turning around to make sure nobody just saw what I did.

A picture of me and Josh sandwiched together.

I hold my head in my hands only after I had ripped the shameful thing and disposed of it carefully. In the bin. There's not much place else I can put it. Unless I put it in the girls' restroom bins. But I'm sure Tiffany would see. At least I ripped every last piece of it to shreds. I bet on anything it was Adam. Next time I see that imbecile I'm gonna beat him to pulp. That'll ought to show him.

Just as I make the oath, he appears next to me.
"Ha ha funny joke. You can leave now, or will you only be satisfied by disgracing me some more?" I say with a mixture of both frustration and grief of the loss of my self esteem. He takes no notice of my comment and says what he has to say.
"Have you SEEN the notice board?"
"Why? You've planted some more humiliation there?" I say not leaving the urge to ask if it was him.
"Look. I swear it wasn't me!"
"Why should I believe you?"
"If someone has a crush, then why would they post pictures on the most frequently visited place of their crush with another guy?" When he says those words, I feel my heart deflate with flattery. His dimples cut into his cheeks and they begin to rouge as he hands me roughly a dozen pictures of Josh and I.
"You've got to hurry. The culprit is fast to renew all of the pictures that are removed. Only god knows who has such a grudge against you, to do something this wicked." He says before disappearing into the extended hallway.

I ran to the notice board as fast as my legs could take me. But I was too late. Both Tiffany and Josh were there. Or I thought they were.

I met with a glimpse of silk red hair. Before hiding behind one of the uneven parts of the wall. I watched from an angle of which I could only see Josh and not the thing - or person opposite him. I only realised what the thing was when I heard a brisk part of their conversation.
"What in the world?!..."
"Your favorite colour is red right? So..." the thing replied
"That's my favourite colour. Not hair colour!" He said with an expected grin. Luckily for Josh, it seemed like the culprit hadn't restocked the board with pictures of us. Or else he wouldn't be talking to it right now.

There was not much to my day at school if you ask me. It was just an endless spiral of humiliation. The series of events just kept getting worse. Like one of those over thought horror movies.

Story of my life.

Just when I thought that it couldn't possibly get any worse, it was time for dinner. Normally, I always look forward to dinner. But not tonight. None of us are. Except from my mum of course.

* * *

"Come on everyone! Why are you being sluggish all of a sudden?"

* No comment*

...

My assumptions were correct. It is Tiffany. Oh my! She didn't look the best before ; what gave her the impression that she would look any better dying her hair red?

I've got to take a picture of this. I take my phone out of my back pocket to proceed, but when I press the button to snap the picture, when I catch her red - handed pecking Josh on the cheek. Leaving a hot pink lipstick mark for his cheek to display. One of my younger sisters, wrenches at the thought.

This is just the beginning.

I hope that you are enjoying 'Am I his type' so far. Sorry for wait, I just wasn't feeling the vibe. But I'm back in the spirit now.

Read on, comment, follow and recommend.