Surviving the Gregory Brothers

Chapter 22: Status

A/N: I know you would have thought that Charlotte would have found her identity and figured out everything and had began to date one of the boy's in the story.... But isn' that LAME?!? This story has more meat to the bone.

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Chapter 22: Status

Charlotte's P.O.V

I walked through the parking lot with the boys, Preston, went to his own group of hot populars of the Junior and Senoir classes, as Aaron and Evan went to their freshman friend circle.

I knew that school would be a hell house, full of jocks, pop-tarts, preps, punks, and nerds.

Where would I even belong? I mean, i'm not pretty enough or preppy enough to be with the cheerleaders. Not athletic enough to be with the jocks, besides, they would push me out even if they new I did karate. I'm not too depressed, and I don't look like a freaking emo girl. So no go there. I'm not a genious either. Woop dee doo da there. I was pretty popular at my old school, but it was out of respect. Not on who whore's themselves around the most.

Am I artistic? Naw.... That was so out of the question. Just watch me think i'm drawing a frog, and end up looking like a stack of gross pancakes. Oh it has happened. But, photography was really in my interest. I would need to see about that....

Would they even have a martial arts club? Photography class? Cooking and catering?

I accidentally bumped into a tall guy, with short brown hair, brown eyes, baggy clothes, and smelled like liquor.

This school was big with hundreds of kids. All smelled, acted, and looked different.

I saw some chicks and creeps under the bleachers smoking god knows what, and sitting on an old couch. How it got there, I really have no idea.

As I passed the field to the office, I heard someone wistle, "Woo hoo, what do we have here? Come 'ere gorgeous." gauffawing laughter followed the dudes call out, "Don't be scared, we don't bite. Hard." more laughter.

I turned around and bitterly scared the jock group's leader in the eye, "What do you want." I seethed out. I jutted my hip out, and crossed my arms defensively over my chest instinctavely.

"Ooohh, don't be nasty darlin', we just wanna have some fries with that shake."

I squinted my eyes into little slits and pursed my lips.

"Some jock you are. Can't even call me out properly."

His crowd of friends laughted out "ooo's", the "kind" shall we name him, got up and walked over to me from his general center area where he was with his groupies, "Are you saying I have no game? All the girls send me their bra's and panties on Valentine's Day beging me to give it to them. They drape themselves all over me. They practically dance only in a two feet radius around me at the balls. Them chicks adore me. Saying I can't get you, is flat out stupid. I know I can." he said sternly getting slightly red-necked.

I laughed humouressly at him. I poked his chest hard, "You-- Can try--and fail." I emphasiased each word, "And when you lose at winning me, I will laugh."

I threw my hands in the air and strutted off.

School would be fun.

I walked through the front doors, scathing over the mascot, a Sea Lion. How original...?