Chapter 1:
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“Ewe carter, move out of my way.”
“Shut up kylie, no one likes you anyway.” I said back to the meanest girl in the school, kylie Brookes.
She seriously thinks she just owns the school, like every where she walks everyone looks up to her while she walks all over them. But that’s not the case one bit; everyone in this school hates her, maybe even all of Manchester. But nobody has the guts to stand up for themselves. Well, except for me. Reason one to why she hates me.
Kyelie thinks that her shit doesn’t stink. She thinks she is better than everyone else because she has a rich daddy and a lot of make up on her face. I mean, I’ll admit, she is pretty. But that’s only because of the 6 tons of make-up on her face. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone thought she was a walking cosmetics store, because her face is jacked with make-up shit. And the most annoying part is Kylie actually believes that she’s beautiful and she’s so cocky about too. To be fair I’ll admit that I’m pretty, I know I’m not the most gorgeous girl in the world but I’m not ugly. And I’m confident in myself too. My dad always told me that there is a big difference between being confident and cocky. Maybe another reason why kylie and I don’t get along, she is cocky and I’m confident. All the kids in my school say I’m prettier because I am more natural. I don’t even try hard and I’m better, reason 2 on why she hates me.
Kyelie and I are complete opposites. Reason three to why she hates me. She is cheer captain and I am softball captain, oh and basketball and volleyball,. I’m just overall better. That’s reason four to why she hates me. I’m more athletic and she hates it. All the boys would much rather has a fit athlete over a fit blonde bitch that does nothing. Don’t get me wrong there’s nothing wrong with cheering but there’s no point in doing it in my case, she doesn’t even do it competitively, she just does it for the football team.
I’m sure there is a lot more reasons to why kyelie hate me so much but honestly of you could just add up all the reasons and estimate on one big answer it’s because I’m better than her. There are times where I almost feel kind of blessed. Maybe deep down, we are both just jealous of each other.
Kyelie is blonde. Her hair stops at her shoulders and is the shiniest in the whole Cheshire Academy high school. Her eyes are very narrow and icy blue. Sometimes I feel like her eyes hold a story that she doesn’t want to tell and frankly no one really wants to listen to. Her body is tan and thin. Not as thin as me, but still thin. According to the pigs in my school, which I learned go by the name of boys, think she has the second nicest boobs behind mine. Probably reason five to why she hates me.
“Wow carter, you have a lot of nerve telling me to shut up, but how about you try and make me.” Kylie said snapping me awake from my dream within reality. God I hate her.
“oh kylie go blog about it or something, because nobody wants to hear your shit.”
I retorted drawing a crowed to the scene. I could feel all eyes glued on the two of us. This was a completely normal thing for us.
Fights.
By now most people will already bet on whom would win these things when they walk into school.
Here we go again.
“wow do I smell STD’s because you’re getting pretty close to me and I don’t want to catch a disease, carter.”
I could literally hear all the mouths drop after she said that, everyone just waiting for my reply.
“No that’s just the smell of desperation that you came with when your mother ordered you from the play boy magazine.” I said really proud of my come back, even earning some laughs.
“Wow carter, is that as good as you can do? By the way, don’t you need to have boobs to wear a bra?”
“Well I suppose so kyelie but then again, you wear skinny jeans and you’re not very skinny.”
Well must have did it because my then her face was scarlet red and the crowd was probably forming to out the door.
“GIRLS, GIRLS BREAK IT UP NOW!”
Oh god, it was Mr. Johnson, the principal. “Fighting again I see?”
“no no sir, it was all carters fault, I swear!” kylie said.
I didn’t even answer, because I was too focused on something better. Not the principal, not the crowd, harry styles.
He was the absolute hottest sophomore in Cheshire and he just walked up to the froint of the crowd to watch kyelie and I fight.
Maybe that’s the reason kyelie hates me and I hate her. we always compete in everything and its obvious we both have major crushes on harry. She must have noticed what i8 was looking at because she started staring at him too.
The principal was still going off at us but neither of us were listening, our eyes were way too focused on such a god like boy.
He has beautiful milky chocolate brown locks that were so perfectly shiny and those piercing green eyes that would sparkle like the ocean. And oh buy his smile. It was like every time you talk to him he would look so deep into your eyes, and have a little blush on his face and a toothy grin playing listening oh so contently. He was truly the re-born Jesus.
Why did I just say that. God im a freak.
Mr. Johnson must have noticed that we weren’t listening so he simply left. Wow you go Mr. Johnson, some principal you are. Kyelie and I just looked at each other and ran opposing ways; know this fight will be continued later. Just not here.
We both didn’t feel like getting embarrassed in front of the most popular boy in the school. He was a bad boy too, meaning he would laugh at our attempt of a “fight” which pretty much consisted of the two of us exchanging insults.
