Ignorance is Bliss. Wait, Scratch that....Innocence is Bliss.

Chapter 4 ;)

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Vanessa’s POV:

“I hate Ashton!” I yelled the same time Genevieve shouted “I hate Nate!”

She stormed into the classroom right behind me, plopped down onto her seat and folded her arms across her chest angrily.

“Why?” We said simultaneously.

“You first.” “You first.” Again, at the same time.

“No you.” “No you” Again.

“Fine I’ll-” “Fine I’ll-” Okay, this really needs to stop now!

“How about yo-” “Why don’t yo-” Arrrrgggghhhh!

This time when she opened her mouth to speak I kept my mouth clamped shut and let her talk.

“So why are you so pissed off?” She asked looking slightly calmer.

“I’m not…‘pissed off’ as you so nicely put it. I was merely frustrated.’ I said through gritted teeth….I was still annoyed from before.

“Pissed off, frustrated, same diff.”

I rolled my eyes; I really don’t care whether I’m pissed off, frustrated or feel like slapping someone in the face….it all feels the same to me.

“So you gonna tell me what’s got your panties in a twist?” she asked cocking her hip.

I was about to protest that my panties were absolutely not in a twist, whatever that means, but never mind, no use arguing when I know I can’t win.

So instead I opted for “Ashton is such an irritating, infuriating, annoying, insufferable…insufferable….”

“Asshole?” she finished for me.

“Not exactly an ass….asshole.” I chocked on the word a bit. “But he is really rude, cocky, arrogant, obnoxious even” I said biting my lip guiltily. He wasn’t as bad as I was making him out to be but he had ‘pissed me off’ and I wasn’t about to forgive him that easily.

“What did he do?”

“Well we were talking about that time when he lent me his pencil” I said and Genevieve raised an eyebrow, smirking. “and I told him about me getting a hundred in every test and everything and he just stood there staring at me shocked like I had just grown a third eye and a tail. I mean what was he expecting me to be like all those good for nothing dumb bimbos that flaunt around him all the time? Speaking of which, when I was talking to him, one of the bimbos walked by and winked at him, I mean what the heck, am I like invisible or something? Or am I just that unimportant that I can’t have his undivided attention for less than a minute?! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not good enough for the idiot because I don’t wear short, tight clothes or lather so much make up on my face that it makes me look like a clown that wipes elephant butts at the circus!!!! Huh? Can you answer me? Can you?!”

At this point I was so frantic that I was all but shaking the life out of my poor friend who was staring at me with wide eyes like I had totally lost my marbles. But in that moment I was so angry that I didn’t care a damn about anything else….I was so angry that I didn’t even care that I had said damn right then. It felt good to let out all this pent up frustration that had been building up inside of me for the past 3 years, it felt good to let out all these emotions that I had been trying to push away since that day.