Arsen (Editing)

I Would Rather Rub Uglies With Your Brother

AUTHORS NOTE: I am so sorry for how complete shit this chapter is, I promise you that the next chapter is better.
I am so very sorry.

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Arsen didn't look like he was in the mood to talk during first period. I couldn't take it personally as we were surrounded by people who were talking for him. The gossiping continued, everyone telling their different versions of what happened to him, and nobody cared that Arsen was sitting in the same room listening to it all.

"No Alison I swear, my friend was there, Arsen was at a party last night and got super wasted. He was dancing on a table with Jacy Allen, the girl who gave half the football team chlamydia last year, and he fell off the table and hit his face on a pool table!" A girl, who looked like she might have something to do with the chlamydia epidemic last year, loudly whispered to her friend.

Everyone in a one-hundred mile radius could also hear her.

"Klutz!" Her friend didn't even try to whisper and laughed loud enough to make the teacher cringe.

I leaned into Arsen. "Rookie mistake dude, everyone knows not to dance on tables while wasted."

Arsen looked at me and raised an eyebrow, the one over the eye that wasn't bruised.

"Also, if you were rubbing uglies with Jacy Allen last night, I suggest you go get tested. I just heard from a very anonymous source that she has chlamydia."

That got a tiny smile out of him and that was a win in my book.

I nudged his shoulder with mine. "I know it's all crap Arsen."

He shook his head. "I know, but honestly, I think I would have rather 'rubbed uglies' with your brother than what actually happened."

"Don't you mean rub uglies with Jacy?"

"No, she's nasty."

I chuckled. "I'll be sure to tell Chase that."

He glared at me. "Do you fear death?"

"I have brothers." I said seriously. "I fear nothing."

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I walked into second period slightly excited. It was English and I loved this class almost as much as art. I realized I had only come to this class on the first day of school, the other days were occupied by Arsen.

When I got into the classroom I looked around for a place to sit. A girl with dirty blonde hair and glasses smiled at me when we made eye contact. She was sitting alone so I hesitantly headed over.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" I asked her.

She shook her head yes and moved her stuff out of the way so I could sit down.

"So what's the teacher like?" I asked her. "She wasn't here when I last came to class."

The girl smiled and shrugged. "I have no idea, I haven't really been here either."

I grinned. "I'm Amelia."

"I'm Rebecca, but most people call me Beck or Becca. Rebecca is just too many syllables for some people." She glanced over at the one and only Jacy Allen.

I didn't realize I had a class with her. I only knew her face from the hundreds of Homecoming Queen posters hanging around the school.

"She doesn't look like a vaginal disease carrier, but I guess looks can be deceiving."

She looked very prim and proper. She had a nice button up shirt on, tucked into a black pencil skirt, and a pearl necklace hung by her collarbone. She was even wearing a very professional looking pair of black heels.