She's Kinda Cute (Fem PruCan)

Class Sucks, Thanks for Asking

Alice waved silently to me when I walked into English late, pulling my chair back for me to sit down. Everyone stared at me as I slowly crossed the room to the back corner where my friend and I sat. Even the teacher stopped mid-lesson to watch me like a hawk.

"Glad you care to finally join us, Miss Williams."

I cringed. It was always weird hearing my last name. My parents both kept their own last name when they married, so when we were born, Amelia got my dad's name while I got my mom's. It always made me feel self-conscious and different from my friends. "Yeah, you... you, too."

"What happened?" Alice whispered when I took my seat. "You were gone a while. I was worried."

"How come?" I pushed my legs under my desk. I reached to where I usually had my stuff, but I started to panic when I realised I had left my bag in the cafeteria. My foot hit something soft on the ground. When I looked under the table, my purse was sitting there. "You got my stuff?"

"Yeah." Alice sighed. "I felt bad for leaving you stranded with that evil coach bloke."

"He's a douche," I agreed. I grabbed my things and put them on top of the table. "Still, thanks."

She shrugged and nodded, tapping her pencil's eraser against the desk. Alice frowned after a second and pointed it at me. "Theatre?"

I frowned in confusion before remembering my shirt. "Yeah. Shitty outfit choice."

"No kidding." Alice smiled slightly. "Didn't you throw up all over one of your classmates on stage when you were, like, six?"

"I was five, thank you very much, and still scarred to this day." I shoved Alice when she started to giggle. "Not funny, Ally. I am still scarred to this day." Lesson learned: never play a fucking pilgrim in a play because you barf all over your sister the second it's your line. And no, Amelia most certainly didn't forget that happened and of course she wouldn't dare ever lose such a vital bit of information. Not like it was brought up every single Thanksgiving.

"Extremely funny, Ally." Alice grinned at me. I rolled my eyes, angling my body away from my friend.

"You're a dick."

Alice got out a few pieces of paper from her binder, laying one in front of me. "I'm really sorry I didn't follow you to the principal's office. I got pretty distracted."

"Oh yeah," I said, almost forgetting about the whole Alice-loves-Amelia-but-Amelia's-a-butthole drama. It was my only entertainment throughout the day. Like... a mini soap opera unfolding in front of me, and I was the director. Except I was desperate for this season of the show to be over so they could just fucking date already and let me move on with my life. Still, I had to be level-headed since I was the middle man that communicated Amelia's dumbness into impressive Alice terms and Alice's adoration into Amelia language.

Tough work for a fourteen year old girl such as myself, I must say. I needed a boyfriend or a girlfriend or whoever after all this bullshit or I would never live with myself. How can an almost-professional matchmaker not be dating?

"How'd you and Amelia get along when I left?" I asked. Time to put on my little director beret and roll the camera while I influenced my friend's life. It was fun pulling the strings. I would be a great CEO or something if my voice wouldn't cut out at the lamest times, like when I was talking to Gil. For real, I could've had numerous awesome comebacks.

"Fine," Alice said, smiling as she started to work on doodling in the corner of my paper. "She looks really pretty today. And she smelled good, but don't tell her I said that."