The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2: Che & Jockstrap

Popular, I know about popular

It's not about who you are or your fancy car

You're only ever who you were

Popular, I know about popular

And all that you have to do, is be true to you

That's all you ever need to know

Chapter 2:  Che & Jockstrap

I was walking down the hallway when I heard an annoyingly high pitched voice behind me.

"Look who we have here?"

Slowly, I turned around to see your typical blond and blue eyed high school girl. I'm not even going to describe anything else about her since she is that irrelevant to my life. I smirked when I saw the black eye I had given her because she thought she could touch me without getting punched in the face. Boy, was the bitch wrong. I could see that she tried to cover the eye with makeup , but she couldn't cover the whole thing.

"I see you're still wearing the present I gave you." I could hold back a chuckle when she glared- no, tried to glare menacingly at me.

"You're just mad because I'm more popular than you." She said with a flip of her hair.

"Yes, because I totally want to dye my hair blond and wear clothes so small that babies could wear them." I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"I can ruin you, Serenda."

"Okay Che(A/N Its pronounced Shay)." I said mockingly.

"DON'T.CALL.ME.CHE!!!!!" I call her Che because when I first saw her I thought she was so cliche. So, I began calling her Che. Well, that and I didn't have the energy to learn her real name.

"Okay."

"Really?" Che asked while putting one hand on her hip.

"Haha, of course not!" I said while walking away.

I was currently jamming out to Imagine Dragons when I was suddenly pushed against the locker. I could hear muffled laughter because of the music playing in my headphones were shutting out most of the noise to the outside world. Just how I liked it. While yanking out my headphones, I glared at the culprit of pushing me, the school's most popular guy. He was tall, blond, had hazel eyes, and has a dazzling smile. But, he wasn't  wearing that American Boy signature  smile, instead an evil smirk was plastered on his typical  handsome jock  face. It took all of my might to not roundhouse kick him in his throat and then break his nose.

You see, Mr. Jock here is the principals one and only son, which makes the jock unable to get in trouble. Oh, and if someone kicks him in the balls the person would get expelled. I really don't feel like getting expelled from this school since I just got expelled from my old one not even two months ago.

"Oops. I didn't see you there, sorry." That apology was so fake that I could see Che in that apology. Get it? Cause Che is fake and-

"Are you in there bitch?" The jock asked. I tend to forget useless peoples names and just give them endearing nicknames.

"I'm so sorry Jockstrap, please repeat the dumb and utterly useless thing you just said." I really thought hard on that nickname. It took me at least five minutes to create that nickname. I call him that because he's a dick and a jock so the name just hit me.

"I said that you should think twice before punching my cousin." He sneered. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that Che is his cousin. The only reason why I got away from punching her was because the principle hates Che also. I heard him talking to a teacher one day about how Che was a spoiled and slutty brat, which was all true. It's ironic that he sees somebody else's child as spoiled but not his own.

"Hey, it's not my fault that my fist somehow connected to her face. You see, I have a disease called punch-a-bitch-atitis. My doctor says that it makes me punch bitches straight in the face against my own will." I said in a fake sob.

"Oh, my aunt's brother's sister's cousin's ex-boyfriend's step sister's baby sitter's second cousin on her dad's side has that." Jockstrap's dumb blond girlfriend said all in one breath.

Jockstrap and I both looked at the blond with confusion and bewilderment. The blond looked at us as if asking 'What?'. I simply shook my head and began to walk away.

"I'm watching you!" Jockstrap yelled at my retreating figure.

"Oh, I've always wanted a stalker!" I yelled back.

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I was currently eating alone in the cafeteria since I'm not too keen on making friends here. But, it's not like anybody actually came up to me to become friends. I swear if you're  feeling pity for me, I will come out of this story to kick your ass. Yeah, my life kind of sucks sweaty  monkey balls, but it isn't that bad. Okay, it is that bad but this is the only life I'm accustomed to.

I heard someone shout my name and when I looked up, I was met with a pile of spaghetti to the face.

Everyone in the cafeteria was filled with laughter. Some were forced because they didn't want to be on the popular kids bad side. Wimps. I grabbed a napkin to get all of the sauce from my face. After wiping the stuff from my face, I walked to a smug looking Che and Jockstrap. They quickly wiped the smirks off their faces when they noticed my crazed eyes and menacing smile being thrown their. I don't frown or glare when I'm furious, but smile and have a certain glint in my eyes that seems to creep and scare the fuck out of everybody. I love seeing them squirm.

"Dude, what's up with her eyes?" A jock asked. My eyes sometimes changes if I'm feeling a very strong emotion. Since I'm feeling angry, one if my eyes are red while the other is blue.

"My eye color is none of your God damn business." I said with so much anger that everyone in the cafeteria flinched back a little.

"Now, what am I going to do to both of you?" I said in a menacing and fake sweet voice at Che and Jockstrap. They both smirked, but I could somehow feel their fear and regret of going against me.

"I think I'll just wait until both of your guards are at there lowest. I could get you back when your at school, shopping at the mall, showerooms, and even your own houses." With that I gave them one last evil smile before walking out of the cafeteria.