The Last Living Slut

Chapter Three: Purebred Embarrassment

Chapter Three

Purebred Embarassment

"This," Christian smirked, "Is where the cool people hang out."

He waved his hands to the middle table in the cafetaria, and even though there was still about 20 minutes before school started, was surrounded by at least 10 people talking and laughing -even if this had of been my actauly first day of this school, I still would have known that this was the popular table. Maybe it was because of their short skirts and bleached hair or the way confidence rolled of them in waves or the way the guys flexed their muscles at least once a minute, I wasn't sure, but it was beyond obvious. And the fact was, I might even be allowed to sit there one day! 

"Drool," Shane pointed to my mouth and laughed, interrupting my thoughts; I felt my face go bright red and I quickly wiped my mouth but finding nothing there.

My eyes widened and I gave Shane my best glare before poking his stomach as hard as I could, "Yeah, ha ha ha."

Shane laughed and was about to say something but was interrupted by someone calling his name. The four of us turned around to face the beautiful blonde sauntering towards us with a grin -Monica Stevens.

Shane's face lit up in a genuine smile and he closed the distance, wrapping his hands around her tiny waist and burrowing his face in her neck; she giggled and hugged him back.

Monica and Shane were the forever-couple of high school -totally in love and totally popular- and you could easily see them getting married, having kids and growing old together. They would have been adorable to watch if it hadn't reminded me about how desperatley alone I was.

Turning away from them, I smiled at Christian who smirked back, "You jealous?"

I gaped at him -maybe I'd heard him wrong, "W-what?"

"Not of Monica," He laughed, rolling his eyes, "Jealous that you don't have a relationship like that? That you don't have a true love?"

"Oh, uh, yeah I guess. I mean it would be cool to be that in love with someone, right?" I grimaced and Christian nodded.

"Yeah it would be," he took a step closer and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Secretley, I think we all want a love like that."

I shivered involuntary as his breath fanned across my neck and I gazed at him; Christian was super attractive with crystal blue eyes, brown hair, tanned skin and high cheekbones, and if I ever was popular enough and good looking enough I might have even really liked him but the thing was this makeover didn't really make me over. Sure I was prettier and skinnier but I wasn't really more popular and I sure wasn't good enough for someone like Christian.

That was life and something I'd come to realise after 16 years. 

"What are you thinking?" Christian breathed out, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. There were centimeters between our faces and more importantly, centimeters between our lips. 

"I uh-," I stuttered. Oh god. Coudln't I just say a normal sentence? "Um, how different this is."

"How different what is?"

"How uh- different your life-uh is." Oh god, now I'd done it. He'd proably think I was totally insane and that I might turn into some scary witch and eat him because I thought it woulld give me the perfect life or something! Oh my god. What if he did? "I'm not going to eat you though, don't worry!"

"What?" Christian laughed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why are you going to eat me? I mean, go for it but honestly, I'd kinda prefer if you left my skin alone. Unless you really are that desperate..."