BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
i slammed my hand against the alram. 7:30, it read. i graon and fall out of bed. as i stared up at my plain white ceiling i spread my hand out looking for my phone. NO! IT IS NOT AN IPHONE! OK?! "3 unread messages." i hum to myself, and i can guess who their from. i smile looking at the name, "Brandon."
they read:
-Goodmorning beautiful, i hope you slept nicely. see you in about 2 hours. :)
-wear red with me please?! we can be one of those annoying matching couples! XD
-byyye ;)
i rolled my eyes at his corny romantic texts. i replied, "u r adorkable my deary." i put my phone down and i went to get dressed.
I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and crew neck sweater. It was a red Christmas sweater. I brushed my teeth and slipped on some red Tom's. after that I brushed my beach curls down And did a French braid.(Tied with red hairbands) my braces seemed extra red today and my glasses extra big. I always felt self conscious around Brandon, but today seemed a bit better.
Their gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books to make a citizen out of you.
because the drugs never wok, they're gonna give you a smirk! 'Cause the got nothin to keeping you clean.
"Hello?" I answered my phone. "I'm outside babe, hurry up." you can guess who told me that. "Ok, Brandon see you in like 3 seconds." I ended the call. I grabbed my light milky warm brown leather messenger bag with all my books and headed out.
"Hey cutie." I smile while gracing on some baby pink chap stick. "Don't you ever want to put makeup on??" he says with a disgusted face. "Well I have some concealer under my eyes and a little blush if that counts." "NO! Man, I mean like Kelly Gibson. she wears bold eye shadows, lipstick ! not chapstick. she wants people to see her like a teen vogue model. you look like someone who was chewed up and spit out by forever 21." "I'm sorry," I said reaching for the door. "you can walk your ass to school. Meet me in the quad at lunch though. bring a condom." "excuse me? I told you a million times we are not having sex!" "fine, whatever. have fun walking. we'll talk later."
I got out and he went speeding down the street.
I finally made it to school. and I noticed Kelly. she wore universe printed leggings, a dark purple crop top, and a leather jacket with gold studs on the caller. her lips were a dramatic red and her eyes dark grey Smokey eyes.
"Take a picture it will last longer Lopez." Gibson sneered a me. "Fuck Twit." I whispered. "huh? say it again? Did her royal shyness say something?" I shook my head no. "thought so." she smiled and strutted off in her floral printed combat boots.
After about 15 minutes of checking muzy my best friend showed up. "HEY MOFO. DONT YOU LOOK FAB??" she yelled from across the courtyard. "shhhhhh." I smiled we hugged and started walking to our lockers.
"So how was your morning?" she says while she slams her locker shut and sits against the wall. "Judgemental." I whined while skidding down next to her.
L-LEYANA BFF-LEYS BFF
bff: what happened now??
L: he said I should be more like Gibson when it comes to they way I dress and do makeup. I mean everyone knows she has a thing for my Brandon and he is always comparing me to her and telling me to be like her. THEY SHOULD JUST GET TOGEHTER ALREADY!
bff: wow, jus break up with the dude. your 16 practically an adult. just dump his sorry ass, it's easier for everyone babe.
L: you know what I will.
bff: we only live once. Yolo right? I mean like as teenagers we have so much pressure on us to be picture perfect when really we're all just brought up to fail at life.
L: were you watching creepypasta?
bff: maybe.
L: your breath smells like booz and you yourself smell like pot. DUMB ASS! Did you bring perfume?
Bff: nope Highbury wellllllllll
L: I guess I will have to save the day again.
bff: no way you brought it? AGAIN? DO YOU SMELL REALLY BAD AFTER P.E. OR SOMETHING 'CAUSE YOU ALWAYS GOT THAT PRETTY PERFUME.
L: DUDE! Shut up! its not even 8:30 in the morning and your already stoned and making absolutely no sense what so ever. and yeah I did bring it. I got a refill of the French perfume, my cousin sent it to me.
bff: Oh shit man.
L: why do you have your hands out like that?
bff: I'm seeing fucking butterflies man.
L: I don't know what your on but-
bff: dude, shut the fuck up this shit is Cray man.
L: your obviously way to high for school. come one let's get you to the quad so you can lie down.
bff: naw man you better go. I felt it Buzz.
L: huh?
bff: I have an alarm.
L: FOOOOORRRR????
bff: when I play Bob Marley and get bitched up.
L: alright see you sexy.
bff: DUMP HIS ASS!!!!!!!!!!
I got up and walked away looking for my councilors office. I needed someone sobbed to talk to.
