"Wake up Airie! Oi! " I heard the sound of a deep masculine voice. "Mmmm? Nate?" I mumbled sleepily.
" No silly! Its me, Mason! Wait were you sleeping in Nate's car? Hmm so what were you doing in there Airie?" a cheeky voice called out. I looked up to come face to face with my eight grade crush, Mason Harlings. Once the scrawny, irritating boy of my dreams. Now just a guy I found to be particularly annoying.
"Mason! Wha-a-t. Huh?"
"Yeah I seem to have that affect on girls!" he whispered trying to sound seductive, but utterly failing.
" Mason! What am I doing here? Last thing I know I was sleeping in Nate's car and now..." I exclaimed as I noticed myself lying on a bench in the middle of the school yard.
"Well... Nate carried you over here. Princess style if you must know! Then of course I woke you up and saved you the embarrassment of facing Ciara and her cronies." Mason responded excitedly.Aww... princess style? Suddenly I let out a gasp.
"Princess style? Hey Mason... did he by any chance seem to...you know...be struggling with my weight?" I asked suddenly nervous.
"No! Well you don't have that much weight! But well... if there is any indication by the way he dropped you on the table and called you heavy, then maybe yes...he found you heavy." he said sheepishly. Once again I gasped. How dare he! First of all he leaves me sleeping. Second he drops me on a bench.Third he calls me heavy?! What an insolent, idiotic, up himself[ trying to not swear here...], freaking jerk!
I stalked off, with rage fuelling my lunging steps and crept up behind the muscular, manly idiot as he was talking to… who? Ciara. A mental groan escaped my head as I tapped his shoulder and as his muscles tensed. Great, now I have an audience. A particularly nasty one to be specific. Nate turned around and gave me a piercing gaze.
“ Yes?”
“Don’t ‘yes’ me! How dare you leave me sleeping in the car and then carry me and leave me on a bench, in the middle of the school! Do you not realise the number of perverts and creeps in this school who would take advantage of such a situation?” I cried out. Behind Nate I could see the start of an evil sneer cross across dear Ciara’s face.
“Yeah. Sorry.” Nate said abruptly and turned his back to me, to continue conversing with Ciara. What the heck? He is such an –
“Idiot!” I screamed my rage turning into something so powerful, I felt like I could commit murder. I knew I was making a big deal out of a small thing, but who does he think he is, saying sorry then ignoring me?
“Actually you know what? You aren’t worth it!” I drawled, trying to hide my pent up fury. However by that time Ciara and him were already strolling away. With fisted hands I went to my locker, got my books, slammed it shut and went ahead to continue my ‘perfect’ school day.
“So… I heard about your little scary rant today!” a familiar voice piped up.
“Grr…” I growled, my head still in my arms. I was in no mood for this.
“Okay. Okay! No need to get angry at me. Wow I see what they mean by scary now. At first it was hard to believe but now…”
“Leave me alone Mason,” I mumbled. The earlier rejection of my now almost most hated enemy had been turned from pure loathing into, well, sadness. I felt that even if Nate was not Mr Perfect, he might have at least been my friend. Whatever happened to Mr Nice guy? Oh right he’s one of the populars now. I see it’s the whole put on a tough guy act and ignore less populars, then out of school- back to Mr Nice guy. Well, I ain’t falling for that Mister.
I slowly raised my head and tried to decipher which class I was is. On the whiteboard lay the word Integration. Ah… maths, one of my favourite subjects. What can I say? I am a nerd at heart and proud to be one! The rest of the day passed in a blur, with me throwing casual glares every second or so at Nate’s head and him, well, ignoring me.
"Brrrrrring" the bell shrieked. I quickly jumped out of my sleeping reverie and raced out of the classroom. I just wanted to go home, my pounding headache had reached to the level of me not being able to move my head. "Well hello there. Freak. Shouldn't you be home by now doing I don't know what... studying?" I snapped my head up from my thoughts, immediately regretting the sharp movement, as another burst of white-hot pain struck my head. "Piss of Ciara. I'm not in the mood for this."
" Shut up, bitch. I don't care if you’re not in the mood for this! Just wanted to leave a message for you. KEEP AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND! You are not allowed to take a single step into his car again! This time your excused, but next time... I won't be so generous!" Ciara snarled, might I add spitting in my face. Had I not been convulsed with head pain, I would have reached over and slapped her across the face, nice and simple. But of course I couldn't, because of my headache and because I'm too nice. "Since when is he your boyfriend?" I asked snappily. Mind you no jealousy was inputted into this question. I had lost all feelings of infatuation for the idiot. No I was just plain curious. He certainly latched himself onto the most popular girl, quickly. She stepped up to me and smirked, now too close for my liking.
"Darling. The moment he set foot in this school I knew he was my boyfriend. Jealous? Why, did you think that you could seduce him? Think your pretty enough for that? You’re wrong you’re just an ugly pain in the butt who can't even manage to get a guy close to you. Have you ever even been hugged by a guy? Geez, such a guy repeller. Sucks to be you, bitch. " She giggled evilly.
“Wow. First of all, no I don't even care about that creep. Nor do I or wish to seduce him. Second of all the only reason I didn't get a guy within proximity to me is because I never try as hard as you do, nor am I that desperate! Third of all. JUST FUCKING PISS OFF!" I yelled. Yes I said a proper swear word. Boohoo. And with that I stormed away.
My fragile heart- was now ripped up into shreds. I always was and am and will be a guy repeller. Trust Ciara to be right about guys not even caring about me. I don't know! What is wrong with me?! No guy likes me! Sure I have a couple of guy friends- but not one actually 'likes' me! Guess I really am that repulsive...
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Romance"Get the hell out of my room!" I shrieked in a low voice. Nate and the tramp sprang up and stared at me. The tramp was smiling cockily, wow she reminded me of Nate and Nate was also smiling at me cockily. Weird... "Didn't know you'd be back so soon...
