Wrong Guy

21 | pit of your heart

Episode Twenty-One:
PIT OF YOUR HEART

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I fight back the urge to cringe, this isn't even funny anymore. I turn around to the people walking past me and scowl. Just to make them earn a false sense of victory. The poor kids have been deprived for so long now, it's becoming humorous. A few students laugh at me, comparing my face to the yearbook picture plastered to my locker behind me. One of the most cringeworthy quotes above it talking about my scowl.

Some girls whisper something in the corner before the blonde one forms her hand into what's supposed to be a shitty old school phone. She places it beside her head, not even near her ear, and mouths the words 'call me'. After a few seconds, her hand gets caught in her damaged hair, and she tries to keep her cool as her friends suppress laughter. Blondie yanks her hand away aggressively, and I can literally see a few strands of hair being pulled out of her scalp.

Yeah, I think I'll pass on that offer.

Turning back around to my locker I come practically face to face with none other than Warner King. Posture poor, but arms lazily crossed over his chest he stands a few inches shorter than me, but probably visited the gym once more than I did this week. If I'm being kind, which isn't really my thing, so I'm just going to assume he's on steroids instead.

"Like the picture, Mass?" the boy brings the corner of his mouth into a disgustingly obnoxious smirk, and I simply throw my head up to the ceiling and wait for the minute his chapped lips close again. Then I can finally get to class. This monolog of his gets to be tiring.

Every time it's the same shit.

'Looks like someone has a stick up their ass,'

'No friends despite being on the football team, that's an accomplishment Elliott,'

'Does your brother avoid you during school to save his mediocre rep, or to bang the Russian?'

It's just lost that first spark it once had - if it ever had any, that is.

Clearly, the douche is trying too hard to impress me. Over the last year, he's gained twenty pounds, shaved all his hair off, and acquired a sleeve tattoo. I mean - really?

Personally, I'm not a fan, but everyone else seems to worship the ground he walks on. Maybe one day the blonde girl from earlier will start collecting his hair for a doll. I imagine she'd be the type of person to do that. Just a guess, considering the fact that right now she's gotten her hand out of her hair, and is drooling over him.

Poor thing, she could really use some better friends. I mean, really, they aren't even trying to help her out of the trap she's fallen into. Maybe I'll have to get my brother to talk to her.

Teach her how to be her own person and not some infatuated member of the Warner fan club.

"I thought the meme was pretty funny. Drew made it himself you know that?"

I click my tongue.

"Huh?"

I click my tongue again.

"Get it? Cause you always look pissed cause no one likes you? Resting dick face?"

Click

I walk away, and he stands there holding the pathetic piece of paper, looking even more pathetic than when he tried to phase me a minute ago.

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