Changed For Him ***ON HOLD***

Denial

I saw them. Tiffany and Chloe. I ran up to them and squeezed them. I had almost forgotten their faces. Tiffany's hair was bright orange and pink. I could tell she wanted to go for a Hayley Williams look. She would never be prettier than me though.

I saw that Chloe's hair was the same old caramel that it always was. She wast prettier than me either. Everyone knew that they could never be prettier than me. I'm just too damn perfect!

You know who else was too damn perfect? Daniel Marye (Muh-Ray). His large muscular arms, wavy brown hair and tanned body, would make us the most amazing couple. Leslie and Daniel. Sounds great right?When he walked by us, I immediately thought I should ask him out. No one else has the guts to ask him out. I will prove that I have the guts to do it.

"Leslie. I saw you looking at Daniel," Tiffany said. "You know you wanna."

"Yeah Les! You--"

"Don't call me 'Les.' It makes me sound like a fucking lesbian Chloe. And I'm NOT a lesbian." I scolded her.

"Leslie, just do it. Don't be scaredy skank." Tiffany teased.

"Scaredy skank" is what we call scaredy cat in high school.

I couldn't take it anymore so I caught up to him and tapped on his shoulder.

"Hi, Daniel!" I said a little too perkily.

"Yeah." He said "Oh. Hi Leslie.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go the mall with me on Friday?" I asked acting super sexy. I knew he liked it because her was eyeing my tits. I started twirling my hair all cute like. From experience from past boyfriends, I knew this was how to win a guy over. Once they stare at your body, and your twirling your hair. You have them putty in your hands. I know this stuff.

"Uh. No, sorry."

OH. NO. HE. DIDNT!? WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED! I DID NOT JUST GET FUCKING DENIED! Maybe he was talking on his cell phone. I looked casually around his ear. NOPE NO EAR PHONE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY! HE IS SINGLE! I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT, THIS IS ALL JUST BULL SHIT!

"What do you mean? Why can't you go?" I asked trying not to panic.

"Listen. I don't like you. And I don't think I'll EVER like you," he said calmly not thinking I was freaking out inside.

"Are you busy though. Because I don't really understand why you can't just go to the mall with me." I said silently pleading for him to say yes in my head.

"Look. I don't wanna go on a date with you because you'll make me spend all my money on you and then make me do your math homework. Long story short, you're a stupid, slutty whore who doesn't give a shit about what I say. You're no different than any other girl at this shitty high school."

I couldn't take it anymore and I had to run back to my girls. They were the only ones who could understand me.

"LESLIE! Your mascara's running! What happened to you?" Tiffany asked getting a napkin out of the designer purse we bought together at the mall. She wiped my face and I told her the entire. It seems that Chloe had already gone to French class.

I felt sick. So I ran to the nurses office.