Oh god! I hate my life

Lecture on the first day(II)

"Look who is here. Hey whore, got some extra cheese on that sandwich you call your body."

Imagine being late for the first day of school and you're rushing through hallway(PS: Everyone is late for the first day) and you hear these kinds of comment. Doesn't everyone want to snap?

I mean girl I just got my ass handled this morning by mom when I thought ditching school on first day will be kinda cool and voiced my thoughts to her. Talk about another cause of World War-III.

"Yep, totally did- Same like the second surgery you got on the trash you call your face, bitch."

I said turning to a blonde with jeans and crop on with a smirk on the face aka my best friend Chloe Stafford. The one girl I have met at middle school. Our parents say since then we have our hips attached together but not this summer.

"You dare show me your shit of a face now. You were MIA for whole damn summer and shall I add Without Telling Me About It. Did you secretly got in FBI's most wanted list without me?"

That was on both of our bucket list. How can she do this without me?
Nah, Just kidding.

"Chill, girl." Chloe shrugged checking her nails," What can I say I was too busy getting a tan and checking out Cali boys."

I gasped," No way."

"Yes way."

"Tell me about it, bitch."

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C:U saw him??? 😉

E:Him? Who?

C:Apollo 11, duh

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Well, if you haven't already guessed Chloe and me were passing notes on class. And this Apollo 11 we are talking about isn't discussion for class.

Apollo 11 is code name for my crush. Chloe thought it will be great to name him that since he is my crush since first day of high school. I don't know how her logic board works but his name being Neil didn't help at all.

Neil Tunner, he is not only my crush but future father of my two girls twins and a baby boy with whom we are going to stay on this cottage house near beach with my cat Cherry (Yep, named my cat that.). For this to happen every thing is on go except one that I have yet to talk to him.

Please don't give me that look has-this-girl-made-future-plan-with-a-guys-with-whom-she-hasn't-talked-once.

I belong to that group where when one sees someone attractive, you start to make mental punnet squares.
(A/N: Shoutout to all those my fellow bio nerds who got the joke. Let me know about it and those who didn't, feel free to ask or dang Google it.)
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E:Nope, have I missed anything?

C:Ovio, he was looking so damn hot. Totally ready to be lick-
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What the hell? Are you fantasizing about my child's father?

Sadly, that last part wasn't written though because I cut off Chloe before she could complete whatever she was writing as I was peeking at the paper and I have half yelled due to which whole class is looking at me and Mrs. Walker is watching me with soccer size eyes.

"Ms. Welty is there anything I should be concerned of."

"N-No, Mrs.Walker. I was only..umm..umm..diss...discussing about something related to the text." I tried to do the damage control but key word being 'tried'.

She gave me that unconvinced look,"We are in English literature class, Ms. Welty. I guess you should talk to your counselor once."

I looked for Chloe for help but she was red from laughing and when I turned ahead I was on target of that infamous Walker glare.

So right now I'm stuck here after school listening to 40 years old women who is giving me lessons about Middle school's Sex Ed.

Since I came  to the counselor the only thing that I said was 'Yes, Mrs. Burke'
Only time I said No was when she asked if I was pregnant. As if she believed me in that. Because after that she lectured me about safe sex and pregnancy.

My life really does suck.