Super Simulator

Chapter 80- Cutecumber

It had been two months since we first arrived here. People still stared and whispered about us. People still stuttered when we talked to them. People still feared and admired us. We seemed to be the stars of the school, the freaks yet the celebrities.

Richard was the best in the gardening club. They made him president because he grew about half of the garden and made enough fruit in the greenhouse to feed the entire school vegetarian pizza. Of course, no one knew his secret.

Carlyn competed with other schools in book debates and won several awards. She became a nerd icon, though she was mainly anti-social to everyone but us.

Stacie became the school's most beloved cheerleader. Even the other school would gawk at the hot cheerleader on the other team. Of course, no one gawked more than Chase, who because of Stacie's constant cheering was always motivated to shoot hoops at the basketball games. He became a star, senior player. Both ended up doing very well in school competitions for cheer and basketball, though sports just started so the contests aren't done yet.

Bailey is said to win a medal soon. She became the lead female wrestler on her team- proving you can kick ass and be a girl.

Marcus was given a high ranking chair for playing Cello in the orchestra, though I was never aware of what that meant. But I assume it's good, despite his usual cold glares confusing me otherwise.

Tyler ended up having to teach many of the people in Spanish Club more about Mexican culture, because though they were good at Spanish, they frankly didn't know the first thing about burritos or pinatas.

Zoey's articles in the newspaper replaced the people's that we fought. Unsurprisingly, it got really good reviews since she actually talked about interesting topics. She made sure none of the people on the Newspaper crew tried anything funny.

Jason would play baseball every other Sunday, and I loved watching. The mascot was this big bird who I always loved to take silly photos with. Plus they have great food, and he is doing really well on his team. And the candy floss. And popcorn.

Me?

Well, I rehearsed and practiced the play basically every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. It was fun, though Cole was annoying most of the time. Hannah got a weird idea that we should be together and kept 'shipping' us. I can't get a break.

One rehearsal, in particular, was really annoying.

"Damn Emera! If you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber!" Cole shouted. I rolled my eyes.

"Are you a software update? Because not right now!" I said.

"Awe, you guys are so cute!" Hannah said in a high pitched voice. I glared at her, "NO. Can we get back to rehearsing the lines?"

She pulled back her usual fake smile, "Alright, alright. I'll let you love birds get back to acting. Let's get back to it! And . . . ACTION!"

I rolled my eyes. This was practice and a play. You don't say 'action' you artificial milk dud.

"Ashton! You don't get it do you? I was never interested in you! EVER! I was just playing you!" I said, playing my role as Christie.

"Hmph! Christie, that's what you think! You really think you're the only one playing this dumb game? You were being played by me! You just don't want to admit it because you're too stuck up!" Cole played, rehearsing the lines perfectly.

Though I admit, the guy is a pain in the neck, he's a fantastic actor.

I turned around and stomped over to him, jabbing him in the chest with my finger. "Oh please! Get over yourself! I've tricked guys less gullible and hotter than you! You may be Ashton, but you will never be any match for Christie, you understand?! Tonight I'll be getting those $500 I was promised for breaking your heart, and I'm leaving!" I yelled.

"I was never heartbroken over you!" Ashton/Cole shouted.

I laughed the sadistic laugh I perfected, "Oh please, Ashton. I'm no idiot. If a boy cries over a girl, he really loved her. He's broken. So stop denying it. I know a broken person when I see one because I was one. But I won't have to see you -a broken person- anymore, will I? And by this time tomorrow, this girl will be gone," I smiled a bittersweet life.

"I might not have really loved you Ashton -I might've broken your heart into 15 equal pieces, I might've torn your entire world apart and into two- but I still know you well enough to tell when you're lying," I said.

I turned and walked away, and Cole grabbed my wrist -just as we rehearsed. 

"Please, don't go Christie . . ." he begged.

I snapped my arm back and sneered at him.

"You got a piece of your own medicine. You broke my friends, my sister, even me at some point. You deserve to feel the pain, knowing a girl left to get away from you. That you were used, played, tricked. Have a taste of your own medicine, Ashton! You deserve unhappiness more than anyone, and I'll be the one to give it to you. I hope you regret your biggest mistake, Ashton. Me," with that I walked off the stage.

"Great! Great, Emera you were so good!" Hannah flattered. I was really getting annoyed by her fake smile because I knew most of the time she was texting her boyfriend.

"It's time for me to go," I said.

"WAIT BABE!" Cole yelled after me.

I rolled my eyes, he does this every time. Most of the time he was just annoying, so he doesn't actually make a move on my like he did that first time. "FUCK YOU!" I yelled back, walking away.

"When and where?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes and giggled. In all honesty, I kind of thought Cole was gay. Sure, he didn't act like it when we first met, but it's the little things. I wouldn't call us friends but, well. Let's just say I wouldn't kick his balls as hard as I might when Richard steals my fries.

By the way, yes. I did kick Richard in the nuts for stealing my french fries. Bailey gave me five dollars.

What? My foot is magnetised towards male genitals.