My Life As Emmalyn

Chapter 10 - Rumors begone

"Jason Carter is so freaking hot." My seat partner to my left says.

I fake gag. Art is supposed to be my favorite class. Right now, it sucks. For the past half hour, all I hear are my seatmates exchanging comments about Jason.

"I know. He is so dreamy." The girl to my right, Leah I think, replies.

Yep, I'm stuck between the both of them. One of them is a cheerleader who hates my guts already (she's a Rebecca follower). She ignores me and pretends I do not exist. I think that is perfectly fine though.

"I would totally do him." Vulgar, how much?

"He's such a badass. I hear he's amazing in bed." The girls sigh dramatically. Dude, one is a sophomore, the other is a junior. What has this generation become?

"I hear he's also an amazing kisser." Leah gossips. "And that motorcycle? Damn, he's sexy when he drives that."

Kill me now.

"Some of us are trying to draw right here." I look up from my artwork.

"C'mon, you don't think Jason Carter is hot?" Leah gasps.

"No."

"You can't be serious. He's such a bad boy if you know what I mean," she winks at the cheerleader, Sara.

"Don't bother talking to her," Sara scoffs.

"How exactly is he the school's "bad boy?" I am curious. Plus, I want some dirt on Jason...

Leah disregards Sara's glare. "He's so charming and independent. He just exudes sexiness and danger. I mean who doesn't love a hot guy? Those eyes of his. Wow. They are like two blue orbs like the color of the sky, gazing to the very depths of your soul...Plus, he's popular and the quarterback too." She leans closer to me and whispers, "I heard he gets into fights outside of school, and that he is in a gang. Did you know he has tattoos?"

I need to hold myself together so I don't start gagging. It's these types of girls who give the female population a bad reputation. We are not all this shallow and dense. I don't see the attraction of "bad boys."

Sara rolls her eyes. I think she tries to, but she ends up looking like there is something wrong with her eyes. "Please, let me explain." She pushes Leah aside. "He's sexy, popular, and the embodiment of a bad boy. He never gets caught. That is why the guys respect him. The girls? All the girls want to be in his bed. I would jump right in. They don't care he is a "no-strings-attached" guy. I think they just want to tame the "bad boy." He's never had a legit girlfriend, and every girl wants it. Who wouldn't? His body is drool-worthy. Those abs of his...Have you seen him fight? He is goddamn yummy..." She snaps back from her rant and harrumphs.

"Why am I even bothering to talk to you?" She turns back to gossip with Leah.

That was very enlightening, to put it mildly. Tattoo? He only has one near his heart. It is for his mother. Gang? Not that I know of. Fights? Uh, no comment. Girls? The walls are thin, so no. I must say that Jason has really put himself out there. I wish my reputation sounded so badass.

I could not have left quicker when the bell rang. Anything is better than this torture. Detention with Eastly does not sound terrible after all.

Detention with Ms. Eastly ain't so bad.

No, really. Since Aaron kindly cleaned every inch of her room yesterday, I did not need to do any cleaning whatsoever. Take that, Aaron! I did my homework during the detention, so now I am homework-free! Plus, it's Friday!