What a Girl Wants ~ON HOLD~

Late to Class

Guys. OMg. I'm back. My life has been a never ending tornado of bs. So, here's my terrible upload, but it's here ! Comment, and I wont leave you for so long !!! <3 Kso, no song, but heres a picture ;) Its the so far nameless hotty from the ice cream place :) Tell me what you think of it all !!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I was late to class. I had to be; my first class was with Ethan. *sigh* It was dance, too. That meant I was going to get in crap. My teacher is a total hard-ass. You think it’s clichéd that we took dance together, but things were different, last month. He only took it because he thought it would be easy, and he thinks it’s hot when I dance. Disgusting. Oh well. If worse comes to worst, I’ll tell her what happened. I walked into the dance studio. Some girls would mess up their hair and clothing to make it look like they got some, but that’s just not classy. 

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence, Ms. Parsons.” the teacher, Mrs. Schott, glared at me. This is obviously supposed to embarrass me, but it was exactly what I wanted her to do.

“Sorry, Mrs. S. I had some… Catching up to do” I explained with a sloppy grin.

“Well just hurry up and get changed.” she ordered

I was surprised she let me off so easy.

“Detention after school.” There it is, I thought.

I quickly ran and got changed into my gym strip. Black dance shorts, and a pink racer back. I was about to leave  when I looked down at the floor and gasped. A long purple worm was squirming along.

“Shit nuggets…..”

“Hello again, bitch.” came the whiney reply

I turned around and just looked at her.

“Just so you know, after your little stunt with the worms, Ethan and I fucked. In the janitors closet. Twice.” Heather told me with a sneer

I showed her how broken and hurt I was, how angry and disgusted. 

“How could you?” I choked out, tears in my eyes. “I was your best friend. I know everything about you.”

“No you don’t…” she looked bewildered.

“I do.” I told her insistently. “I know about that time that you tried tequila, but it made you vomit. I know that when you were little, you wanted to write books! I know who you lost your virginity to, I know your favourite colour, your middle name. I know that you had a twin, but she died when you were 2 days old. I know that your hair is naturally brown, and that you were scared if the dark until you were 14 when I stayed overnight to help you overcome it. I know that you love history, and that your favourite band is Steely Dan. I know you Heather. I knew you.” I said the last 3 words with as much venom as I could muster, tears pouring down my face. “So. As the person who knows you best in this entire world, I will ask you again. Why?”

She looked close to tears as well.

“I…I don’t know, Ell. I really don’t.” she whispered

“Well that’s not good enough, is it.” I stated with a glare. I turned to leave when she grabbed my arm.

“Maize… I’m sorry..”

“Don’t ever call me that again.” I walked out.

I walked through the change room doors, tears sliding down my face.  I took one look at Schott, and she sighed.

“Take free period, Parsons.” she told me

I shot her a smile that showed just how grateful to her I was, and I swear she winked at me. I didn’t stick around to make sure though. I walked out of the school doors, to the nearest ice cream place. I ordered a triple chocolate brownie fudge Sunday, and sat on the curb ignoring the cat calls and eating my ice cream. When a boy sat next to me.

“Hey.” he said shortly, in a velvety voice that gave me shivers. I sniffed.

“What?” I asked, rudely.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t actually want to know.” I stated shortly.

“Well, I did just ask.”

“You actually want to know?” I asked in a small voice. I peered up at him from underneath my eyelashes and froze. This guy was gorgeous. Like a model. He had chocolatley brown eyes, and messy hair. Sharp, angular cheekbones, and thin lips. Thick lashes, and a straight nose. When he smiled, he looked like a god. His teeth were white and straight, and his whole face lit up with laughter. Laughter, I realized, that was aimed at me. I quickly scowled and muttered a “screw you” while my face flushed crimson.

“I really do want to know.” He sounded sincere… Maybe it was my weakened mental state, or the fact that I needed to vent and scream and shout, or hell. It could have been that this guys insane attractiveness had weakened my mind, but before I could stop myself, the whole story came pouring out of my mouth, and the tears came. Again. Yay! *Face palm*