The Love Triangle

Pilot

                              (Rose P.O.V)
Two words, Love and hate. So alike, yet so different. It's the beginning of junior year and already my depression is catching up. Jenna is waiting outside in her car. She looks hot today. God damn those shorts. If only she know she's more than a friend to me. I pear out the window and wave slightly with a smile on me face. She's with Mike again. Ugh how can she be with that jock? He's hot though I'd admit that. But he's not right for her. But she's straight she'd never date me. I'm the bisexual liking both genders is like saying you fucking like the colors black and white. They're the opposite from each other.
        We get to school and Jenna is all over him. Ugh. It makes me sick when they stick their thoungs down each other's throats. I see the Carla looking at me I wave her over to us and she walks on over with a smile. Her blues eyes sparkle in the sunlight. She has flawless skin that's smooth. Her long hair a pretty strawberry blonde blows behind her showing her perfectly placed freckles. She's very hot. But not my type. She's a lusbian. I'm pretty sure she's into Jenna too. I mean who can blame her.
School is such a bummer, I have no classes with my friends. Ew he's looking at me again. That guy across the room. The nerd. Him with his big round glasses and his acne beard. Thank God the bell rang. It's lunch time now. I walk over the the same table everyday with my group of friends it's only me, Jenna, Mike, and Carla. We are what they call the "loser table" they as in the populars. There are 5 different groups in this school, the jockies, the nerds, the pops, the nerds, and is the "losers". We aren't even losers. We are more like the LGBT. Well sorta. Not really. But we aren't losers. Me, rose, is like the loner of the group the girl that hides. Eh. I'm shy, well sorta. I'm kinda awesome when you get to know me ask Jenna. Ew she's eating Mikes lips. "PDA" I say slugging Mike in the should her just gives me the bird "Well fuck you too then". The bell rings and it's time for Sociology one of my least favorites. The teacher is so mean.
     I take my seat in class and all I hear is the teacher saying "blah blah blah" I wrote my name on the paper and that's it. Nothing else. Just my name. The bell rings and it's time for the last class. My favorite, Creative Lit. The best teacher ever. Ms.Cowell is one of the coolest teachers you will ever meet. She lets you eat, and drink. She actually has good jokes too. We are suppose to be writing a story of our first love. But I don't know mine. The bell rings and there's nothing on my paper. I put my notebook away and leave the class. Time to go home now.