Vanilla Rose

[1]-Cinnamon, Vanilla & Roses

Nichole and the rest of my fake friends stared at me wide eyed and amazed. None of them had exactly expected me to break up with Peter Morgan, the football star who peaked too early, in front of the whole cafeteria on Taco Day but it had to be done. The first rule of being the Queen Bee was having man candy on your arm at all times but this man candy in particular had turned sour. Ever since we started dating, Kathleen set us up at a party, I could see it going downhill. I didn't want to have sex with him; he thought I would put out on our first date. He treated me like a piece of meat; grabbing my ass around anyone that would look. And he called me a slut or whore whenever I would do something he didn't like. Peter was basically a disgusting pig that didn't deserve my time. Of course, no one saw him do any of this. The relationship had lasted two or three weeks tops. I'm sure he would tell his friends that I was a "good for nothing bitch that isn't even good in bed" like all the previous ex-boyfriend I've had said. This was a daily occurrence. Boys always seemed nice before you start to date them, then after that all they want is sex and they're assholes. This is why I'm a lesbian. "What the hell is wrong with you, Cam?" Avalon asked in her overly nasally voice. I had never enjoyed her presence. Somehow in 9th grade she had slipped into our group and had been annoying ever since. She was a bottle blonde, had an obvious boob job, and is a complete idiot. She was supposed to be in college by now but had failed twice due to low grades. Somehow people overlooked the fact that she was going to turn 20 in July.

I rolled my eyes, taking a bite from my apple. "Peter is a narcissc asshole. I loathe him with a passion. Being around him was no longer tolerable so I just decided to dump him. Is that a problem, Avalon?" Asserting my dominance was always key to controlling this group. The girls sometimes liked to think they could pull a fast one on me but I couldn't allow it. Listen to me, I sound like a dictator. She shook her lowly head just as the bell rang signalling to go to our last period class.

Thankful to get away from them, I walked powerfully down the hallway with Nichole to Art. This was one of the few classes I had with her. I could deal with her for hours but the others caused migrains. That's why we rarely have sleepover anymore; a select few are actually invited if we do. Wakely sat on the far left of the classroom, near the windows. He was reading, his feet propped up on the desk. I practically jumped on top of him with a hug. He was surprised but fully accepted the hug. I hadn't seen him all day and it was killing me. Nichole carefully sat next to us with a playful eye roll and a snort. Once Wakely and I were finished our hellos and hugs Nichole dropped into the gossip. "Noah, did Camilla tell you she was going to break up with Peter Morgan because everyone was shocked?" people rarely used our full names unless they were annoyed.

Wakely put down his book to look at Nichole for a minute then to me. A smile crossed his face. "Serves him right. He doesn't deserve Cam." I smiled along with him, much to an irritated Nichole.

"Why would you even break up with him?" she took the make up compact from her bag and checked herself out, retouching some make up. "He was perfect."

He laughed, more of a cackle. "Everyone has imperfections. He is very far from perfect, Nicky. You should see him in the locker room. He's the most disgusting human being ever. Boys are disgusting."

"You're a boy."

"And I try my very best to be less disgusting." he spoke, and with one last breath he returned to his book. The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. I read that book last summer, it was a good read but (of course) I couldn't say that out loud. People expected me to be dumb but it was known I had a good grades and I had AP classes; the next best thing was to pretend I didn't read which is dumb in itself but I still didn't discuss books in school unless I was in Engish class. It was my safe haven when it came to reading. There I could talk about all the books we were assigned and books I read outside of school. Wakely and Nichole were the only ones who knew about my vast book collection at home but only Wakely ocassionally mentioned it. The book I was reading now was The Odyssey. The late bell rang just as more kids poured into the classroom. If I had looked away I wouldn't have seen her.