Broken Girl In Love #wattys2017

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So you're a little weird? Work it! A little different? Own it! Better to be a nerd than one of the herd
~Mandy Hale~

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As I walked through the bustling hallways filled with students who actually cared to look perfect, just for a stupid thing called popularity, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

After all, it is senior year, after this, all of their hard work just to gain popularity, will be utterly useless after this.

"Hey Meg?" Bianca asked, humming to her favourite song on her earphones, to block out the nasty sounds of students sucking their faces off nearby.

"Yeah?" I croaked, my eyes half closed. I barely slept a wink last night.
"What're you thinking about?" Her eyes clouded with worry and I couldn't help but feel anger boiling inside of me.
"Nothing." I grunted, gritting my teeth after I felt a pang in my chest.

"Megan--"
"Don't call me that." I barely whispered. "Never call me that."

"Okay...Meg." Bianca said slowly, glancing sideways. "If you ever need any help, you know you can always come to me right--"

"I don't need your help, and I definitely don't need your pity--"

"Okay, future failures, take your seats quickly!" Mr. Lewton had walked in and thankfully, Bianca left me alone, to sit at the back of the class.

The seat on my left remained empty...

"Firstly," Mr. Lewton clapped his hands together, and class begun.

Class just wasn't the same without him.

It never was again.

*
"Meg? Meg! Over here!" Bianca waved at me from her table. The table in the middle of the cafeteria . The table where lots of people were currently sitting at. A table for the popular kids.

I shook my head slowly at her, a small smile on my face. But that stubborn girl who I am proud to call my best friend came and dragged me over to where her friends were situated at.

"I'm so sorry about what happened earlier, Meg. Please don't avoid me--"
"It's okay." I whispered, staring at my untouched burger.
"Really?" Bianca breathed out in relief. "Thanks."

"So...who's this?" I looked up, only to find myself face to face with Celia Lockman.
The others didn't bother answering her, because I was a nobody in their eyes. A nobody who's lost everything there is to live for.

"Meg Carlos." I smiled at her, the rotten spoiled rich kid.
"Are you new? I haven't seen you around before" she commented, eyeing my gigantic black hoodie, my black rimmed glasses and almost-black hair.

"I don't like to socialise." I whispered, picking up my plastic fork and started fiddling with it.
"I can tell." She let out a soft laughter before turning to the rest.
"My brother's throwing a party on Friday night, and guess what?" Her friends' eyes gleamed in amusement, so did Bianca's.
"All his friends are coming too." She smirked.
Celia's brother is in college and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that college students would be attending as well.

"Oh my god! Really?" The girls exploded into a fit of giggles, which, to be honest, was quite irritating to watch.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to actually do it with them?" One of them, a blonde, asked, her cheeks bright red.

"The same." Bianca answered. "They're males, aren't they?" She rolled her eyes.

I had no interest in taking part in this stupid conversation.

The bell, my saviour, rang seconds later.
Just as I was about to get up and dispose my tray of untouched food, Bianca grabbed onto my shoulders and whirled me around.
"You're going right? I mean, we have to!" She smiled brightly. She was a party girl after all.

"Why? Just so we could watch all sorts of whores and sluts flirting and grinding themselves on the boys, just so they end up in bed moments later? May I remind you that the girls here at Eaton High are maniacs!" I raised my voice a few octaves once the cafeteria was absolutely deserted.

She sighed, grabbed my wrist and led me down the hallway, towards our next class together: Art.

"Not all the girls here are bad," she said. "Plus, are you sure that's your excuse? You don't want to go because of the other girls there?" She raised an eyebrow perfectly.

"No. I just don't want to witness people be sexually active." I huffed, grabbing my sketch pad and pencil case.

"Oh please," she waved a hand. "That can be done in the bedrooms. And, don't you want to give it a go? This will be your first party!" She said excitedly.

"No." deadpanned. He promised we would go to my first party ever, together. Now it will never happen.

"Please? For me at least?" She pleaded. "I'll be with you at all times!" She promised.

I closed my eyes, imagining his perfect face. He would want this. He would want me to actually socialise and not wallow in my sadness. He would want what's best for me.
He always did.

"Okay," I said softly, my eyes still closed. "I'll go."

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