Tell Me a Lie

Chapter One

CRYSTAL'S POV

I went inside my room and not caring if I should introduce myself infront of the class. I went directly in a vacant chair and kept my head low. I took my notes and pen out. I took the hem of my black shirt and kept my hand still.

This has been the life I've been living for about two years. The bell rang, I rolled my eyes. I'm a lazy mofo, believe me I really don't want to attend to my classes but I don't want to get my arse up neither.

"Crystal my lurv," Danica appeared beside me as I walk to the hallways. Yes, I have got my arse up since I mentioned that I'm a lazy mofo.

"Dan, what." I deadpanned. Danica is more of a sister to me, she may not be my sister in blood but she's like a sister to me.

"Somebody's got their panties on a twist!" She sang, and I hissed.

She cleared her throat, "Anyway, what's got your mood this bad?"

"Shut up, I haven't got enough sleep." I replied briefly.

"Insomnia?"

"Partly."

"Gahd it's lunch," I whispered.

"Aela and your sister are waiting for us,"

"Goody, now I have to deal with my great sister again." I murmured.

"I hate it when you murmur,"

"A lot of people hate it when they murmur," I murmured again.

We arrived in the cafeteria and Danica spotted Aela and Kimberly. That's her, my elder sister.

"Hey Crys," Aela greeted, I nodded and sat infront of Kimberly.

"What's for lunch?" Danica asked.

"Chicken curry!" Kimberly answered in full of joy.

"Nasty," I commented quietly. I cleared my throat, "I'm not going to eat lunch, excuse me." I said getting up from my seat, taking my bag. (A/N: I'm sorry to the people whom I might have offended about Crystal making a bad comment about the food. I know this food is nice and all, but this is Crystal's point of view. I hope y'all understand, thanks. ☺️)

I went in a place where I could think, and you might guess that right. Under the tree, I might be a cliché person. Believe me, it's a wonderful place to think. I pulled my iPhone 4s out, it's the unit I can afford at this time.

A lot of teenagers here in Wood High Academy that uses the latest iPhones are lucky biches though. I took my earpods and wore it, I shuffled and it came to We Are Broken by Paramore.

I pulled my notebooks out, with my pen. I pour everything out, all that I could think of. The thing is, in this world no one will ever help you. Unless you're a goody-shoes person, then they fall to those people. People might be thinking, which of the clubs I am in. Because we all know there are jocks, meanwhore cheerleaders, nerds, emos, stereotypes and echetera.

If I am a meanwhore cheerleader, I would be wearing a too much revealing clothes and talk about how my nail polish was ruined or stuck with my cheerleader squad. Whine how that popular jock didn't notice me when I'm obviously throwing my soul to him.

If I am a nerd, I would be a nerd who doesn't keep my mouth shut with my bestfriend, since no one wants to be with me. Because a lot of people doesn't want a nerd, but believe me they'd be lying if they don't want a nerd friend. Since you can copy the nerd's tests, homeworks, and schoolworks lol

If I am an emo, I shouldn't be with Aela and Danica. I should be alone, and doesn't want to socialize with people around me. I might be a half emo, but that doesn't make any sense though.

If I am queen bee and not a cheerleader, I should be in the popular ones table. The table that is in the center, I shouldn't be eating on a normal table then. I should be talking with the jocks, cheerleaders, badboys, playboys. Damn it.

In all particular, I'm none of the squads. Even though I said I am half emo, but still that doesn't make any sense. I might have put myself in the average ones, but they don't have any so called squad. I might just call it as the average ones. Though I'm also not an average, gahd. Maybe I'm an average and an emo one. Oh well, let's just not talk about it. Clearly, I don't belong on every squads.

I packed my notebooks and pen, since it's almost time. I let out a heavy sigh and stood up. I looked down and walked to the corridors, next thing I knew was I landed on the floor. I tell you, my arse fucking hurts. This got to be kidding me, "No apology?" I rubbed my butt, and I tried my best to stand up. He offered a hand, but I stood from my own.

"Why would I apologize?" I raised an eyebrow at him, as I finally stood up.

Hm, you're almost handsome. But X, I changed my mind. "Because you bumped me?" He said slowly, like I'm a fucking retard.

"To tell you, I'm not a fucking retard, idiot. I must correct this one, YOU bumped me. If I bumped you, I wouldn't be on the floor and rubbing my butt because it fucking hurts." I hissed.

He looked surprise, "What the actual fuck, lady. You didn't watch where you're going, so if I were you, you should apologize to me instead. Knowing that you probably don't know who you're talking to."

"Woah there, idiot. I am watching it, if I wasn't then I shouldn't be walking. To tell you, I don't give a fuck about you or your popularity." I faked smiled sweetly.

"You might regret your decision," He smirked.

"What a shame, because I won't. Oh and I was waiting for you to tell me your fucking name and boast your title here in this school," I sassed.

"Fuck you," He taunted, I smiled sweetly. One point for Crystal then.

"But you can't." I smirked and I walked, but before I walked past him. He grabbed my elbow, "So this is what you want." I raised an eyebrow, but he let go of my elbow so I decided to walk past him completely.

Author's Note:

This is a new story! (Ofcourse it is) but anyway, I know I said about The Perfect Disguise being under construction and all. But hey, I'll still do TPD! But I hope you enjoy this story! Lmao

Warning: This story includes cursing, disorders, self-harm and I hope it won't make you do anything that involves in the story and ofcourse if it's not good for our own lives. This is just a story and I'm here to hear your problem out. Just don't do any of it!

-JerseyPenguin x