Lone Wolf

Jennifer

I scoffed, the average girls were back at it again, what's the point in gushing over some guy in a magazine who they'll have no chance with? I don't get it. They just keep giggling and laughing, I decided I'd had enough. "You three are just wasting your time, you're never going to get to meet him and he already has a girlfriend. He's super famous and would never even consider dating you three so could you please shut your stupid mouths and let me focus on my homework." They're faces got red and one of the girls had the nerve to speak to me.
"Look, what's your name? Jennifer right?" I nodded my head, bored, "Well Jennifer, I'm not saying I hate you or anything, but, I would definitely unplug your life support to charge my phone."
"I'd be offended, but I saw that on the internet three days ago. You are just like everyone else. You have no originality, you waste your time staring at people you have no chance with, and your appearance is pretty boring and cliche. Your bleached blonde hair is tacky and your fake tan more neon orange than brown. I think the only thing about you that isn't fake is your eye color. Which is still a gross muddy brown. I've seen a lot of fake people but you might as well be a plastic barbie doll. Please leave me alone, as Barbies don't usually have anything intelligent to say." Her face was purple at this point and her friends behind her looked mortified.
"If I gave a penny for your what you thought about me, I would've asked for change hon. Anyways, it's not like you have anything about you people like. I mean, there's a reason the whole school hates you and you have no friends." She flipped her hair and walked away, with her stupid friends snickering behind her. I just looked back down at my paper and kept doing my homework. I laughed a bit, she really thought that me having no friends would bother me. I don't need anyone else. I live alone, I have no friends, and no one talks to me. It's so much better this way. Anyways, yesterday I saw one of Barbie's friends were making out with her boyfriend. If that's friendship then I want no part in it thank you.
I had a friend once, two actually, and one of them got jealous of the other girl and would cry every time I spoke to her. She eventually got so jealous that she started taking it out on me. So I broke away from her as she was being mean and saying horrible things about me. The other girl and I eventually grew distant and lost common interest, we no longer speak to each other either. So I have decided I don't need people anymore. The bell rung and I walked out of class. I was walking down the hallway and saw the drama kids all huddled in one corner, they all smiled at each other and one walked up to me.
"I bite my thumb at you wench!" he yelled in a bad English accent,
"Ah yes, well here, I come from the future, allow me to teach you an insult of my times." I smiled at him, flipped him off, and walked away to my next class, Language Arts. Before I went in the door I turned around to see the drama kids with sour looks on their faces. There was only one student who didn't look offended, instead he was laughing so hard tears were falling down his face. That bothered me a little. I was intrigued though, everyone is often insulted and hurt. You see, I go to a private school for the rich and over privileged. The kids here don't often take to kindly to someone handing back out what they give to others. I'm here at this school on a scholarship, which is rare as the school doesn't often hand those out. All I did was score high on some supposedly hard test or something. I dunno it wasn't that hard to me. I walked into the classroom looked around. Mrs.Minor, a small lady with big eyes and crooked teeth was hunched in the corner of the room on the computer. She smiled at me and I sat down. She's a creepy lady, she's always squinting her eyes and smiling. The strangest thing about her is she keeps dog biscuits in her drawers instead of papers, and pens, and other useful items. Not in bags either, just drawers filled with dog biscuits. Now, it would make sense if she had a dog, but....she doesn't. Don't ask me how I know this please, it's an embarrassing story. All of the usual late kids piled in as the bell rang. I pulled out a notebook and ignored whatever Mrs.Minor was saying. I probably know it, and if I don't then I'm sure I can figure it out.
I pulled up the hood on my favorite black hoodie and strung headphones through the sleeves of my hoodie and connected the end of the headphones to my phone. I put my phone in a small pocket that was on the inside of the hoodie and pretended to take notes.
"Weightless" by All Time low began playing and I smiled. I Was finally at peace, I get so stressed out by the people around me that music is my only escape. I closed my eyes and I drifted away. My head was filled with different shades of black and random neon colors, I imagined a girl in my head, she's smiling and floating in the air.The song changed, "Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snack" by Panic! At The Disco began. The scene changed, the girl was no longer smiling. She began to fall down a hole and she grabbed a knife to try and stop herself from falling and cut her hand. Tears fell from her eyes. "Camisado" begin playing, the scene shifted again. The girl stood up and wrapped up her hand with a rainbow. The blood stained the rainbow and it began to turn grey. Another girl showed up, blood poured from her eyes and she smiled. The new girl pulled out a knife and she began to run towards other girl. They begin to fight.
"HEY! IS JENNIFER IN THERE?!?" The scene disappeared immediately and I snapped back to reality. I glanced up angrily at the one who took me away from my visions. It was the guy who was laughing earlier.
"What do you want? Who even are you?" I asked
"Wow! You seriously did not listen to a single word Mrs.Minor just said did you? I'm Dylan and we are in a group project together. We have to pitch a story idea and then write it." He said it almost mockingly, as if he were better me. What did he think he was doing?
"Ok, so I'm just gonna do the whole thing and you can just get a good grade, sound good?" I said with a smile, people always want their work done for them and I hate group projects. It's a win win situation, they don't have to do anything and I don't have to talk to them.
"Yeah, good luck with that, I actually enjoy writing. So I don't think so Wolfy." he said with a smirk,
"Did you just call me Wolfy......??! Why would you do that?" I was shocked and kind of disgusted. How dare he talk to me like that! And he wants to actually work with me. Dylan is clearly a new kid and hasn't heard anything about me yet.
"Yeah cause you're a lone wolf, an introvert. Sorry did I dare offend the great Jennifer? The untouchable and powerful Jennifer? Jennifer, the girl who makes students cry and pout because she offended them? Please, excuse my manners, I was clearly overstepping my boundaries doing exactly what you do to everyone else." He had obviously heard about me then. He wasn't scared of me. In fact, he sounded almost happy but..... there was something underneath it... not anger but... something else I couldn't figure out. "There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses.At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains , and a few more of your least favorite things..." He sang,
"Is that "Build God, Then we'll talk"?" I asked
"I can hear it through your headphones." He said with a smirk. I don't know who this person is, Dylan is the first person who's been nice to me at this school. It's like he thinks it's funny everyone is scared of me. I don't really understand him though. I think I want to get to know him more... maybe this group project won't be horrible. I began pitching an idea for our story, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled at someone.

AN: Hey oh potatoes. This is why 9 In The Afternoon hasn't been updated lol. Sorry the song isn't the original in wouldn't let me put the original song in there. Still sounds cool tho :)