The Boys I Used To Know

Chapter 2- A Real Person

Chapter 2-

"Hey, it's my gorgeous lab partner, Danni Witter and her sidekick Becky Scott. I haven't talked  to you in so long. Haven't you missed me?" Ian called to us.

I sighed and walked away from the school towards the street, my arm looped with Beck's. Becky didn't even bother to defend her title of sidekick. She was already used to Ian being so pleasant.

"I said, 'Haven't you missed me?" Ian repeated himself except this time he was closer.

I dropped Becky's arm and turned around. Ian was about a yard away and with one step he cleared most of the distance between us. Only about a foot away now, I glared, "No."

"Oh, but I know you have," he said and winked. 

"Don't make me vomit." I crossed my arms.

By then, his friends made their way over. Becky and I stood side by side while Mark Dillon and two girls I recognized as the school, well, sluts came to fill in the circle. Mark was a tall guy with dark straight hair that was constantly in his face. His eyes were just as dark as his hair. He had that mysterious look about him that girls drooled over. It was a shame he still hung out with Ian.

"Stop over reacting. I can't be that horrible. Go out with me and I'll prove it to you," Ian put his hand on my face again. This time he held my chin.

I looked straight into his light blue eyes, "No."

Ian dropped his hand from my face, took a step back feigning hurt with his hand now over his chest. When I rolled my eyes at him he turned to looked at Becky. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot as he studied her. "How's the boy friend Becky?" Ian asked. "You still enjoy being the most laughable couple at Everson?"

I took a step slightly in front of Becky. I couldn't help it. I hated when anyone made fun of her. He knew, as well as everyone else in the school, that two periods ago Jason made a big show of dumping Becky...again. "Fuck off," I said.

"That's no way to talk to Ian." One of the girls stepped closer to Ian putting her hand on his arm. She played with her curly unnaturally black hair and looked at me like I was trash. "With hair like that you ought to be begging him to talk to you." 

I subconciously ran my fingers through my long curly brown hair. 

The other girl, a blonde, laughed and chimed in with, "Let's not even get started on her appearance. We'd be here for hours."

"Just because you're too insecure with you're fake tanned asses," I said, "doesn't mean you need to pretend I'm not beautiful. Ian said it himself, I'm gorgeous." I batted my eyes at them.

"Girls, girls, girls," Ian shrugged off the blacked haired girl. "Why can't we all just get along? I mean, you guys should get close and maybe one day we can all be very, very close together."

"You're disgusting." I shook my head. 

"I turn you on."

"You wish."

"You have no idea." He smiled.

"I'd like to keep it that way," I said and with that Becky and I were on our way down the street, away from Ian and his posse.

Becky and I got to the end of the second block away from school when she had an angry outburst. No matter how many times she and Jason broke up, she never got used to it. 

"What an asshole! Why does Ian always insist on making me feel like I'm nothing. He barely says anything and it makes me want to cry. That no good, little ugly rat. I hope he gets a big fat STD from whatever bimbo he takes home tonight. How awesome would that be? One of those ones that make him all infected and rot away the-"