My ex-best friends brother

Chapter 3

The rest of the day was pretty much a blur. I had to silently suffer through algebra, we spent the whole class time doing notes so it wasn't hard to a t like I was paying attention.

In reality I had no clue what miss Simpson was talking about, something to do with fractions maybe?

Anyways the whole period I spent thinking about who was going to be at the party tonight. Based on my knowledge from the last two party's I went to they basically start around 8 and go until early the next morning. The last party I went to I learned that at 11 the pre-drunken whores start to show up in the skimpiest outfits, leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination. At 11:30 is when all the popular people show up and around 12 is when the "bad boys" show up looking for their latest bed bunny.

At my first party we showed up around 7:30 and it was mostly geeks and weirdos there, my second party and the last one I've went to in a year and a half, we showed up at 10:3o and learned that it was the perfect time. We didn't get mixed in with the weirdos for showing up way to early and we saved ourselves from the whores because we didn't interrupt their grand entrance. Last time a sober girl showed up the same time as the whore pack she got death glares from them all night and somehow managed to "trip" down the stairs with the 6 main whores at the top of the steps. The girl was fine, she caught herself about half way down and kind of stumbled and had some bruises, but nothing major. See what happened was the whore pack kind of stumble in the door and stand there in a ridicules pose for about fifteen seconds and when the poor girl unknowingly walked right between them, she hooked the heel of her shoe with one of the whores laced up stilettos, and dragged her to the ground. The poor girl kept apologizing the whole night, she was new to the school and that was her first party here and she didn't know their ritual. But for whatever drunken reason the whore pack couldn't just accept the apology and so they pushed her down the stairs. Or so some people say they did. The girls name is Jamie, and I don't even think she made it through the semester before she moved again. Everyone kept picking on her for being so clumsy and dragging down Tara (part of the whore pack) with her shoe.

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In science, my last class of the day, Mr. Clark put up a list that he said would be our partners for the rest of the year, and it's only January..

At the end of class I finally decided to check the list to see who my parter is. There's only 2 people that I talk to in this class and neither one of them was my partner. You'll never guess who I got paired with, go on, try, I dare you.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for a little while.." I heard his voice and instantly I felt nervous, mr. perfect himself was my partner.

Upon hearing his voice, and feeling his presence behind me, I felt a blush creeping up my neck, flooding my face. This time I don't think I was as red as earlier today, but my face still felt really hot.

"Yup!" Was the only squeaky, response I could get out of myself. Without even turning to face him, I bolted out the door and down the hall. I stopped at my locker to drop off my text book and get my algebra homework and head over to Jessie's locker.

But of course, I wasn't allowed to get away that easy. If it wasn't Matt making me feel all nervous and jumpy all the time, it was his sister making my life a living hell.

She was staring me down from her latest boy toys, who just happens to be my ex's, locker, right across the hall from me.

"Aww don't look so sad Jennie, we all knew Cody here, always liked me better." She stated, pointing her thumb at him, while adding a pout in my direction.

"Aww, don't worry, I don't care who he likes better, you're still a whore!" And with that I scurry away before she can insult me or even try to attack me.