"Sorry, not interested," I say smirking.
"Y-You don't think I'm cute?" the guy asks.
I look him up and down. He is cute, but he's a prep boy. I hate those types.
Definition of prep boys: Snobby; stuck-up; mad rich; conceited; popular; selfish; rude; trying to get in girls' pants all the time; complete assholes....
Shall I go on?
I pop my gum. "Listen, you're cute and everything, but how should I put this...." I say thinking.
He raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm a prep boy?"
I snapped my fingers and smiled. "Yeah. See, you might be smarter than I thought you were." Did I mention they were dumb too?
I leaned on the wall. "Listen sweetheart. Do you really expect for me to fall for this? You're a prep. I'm a bad girl. That's not a very good mixture. And shouldn't that ruin your 'rep'?"
He places his hand on the wall, leaning over me.
"No, it wouldn't. The fact that that you have a badass attitude turns me on. Turns on every guy really. And," he lifts up my chin, "the fact that you're sexy turns me on even more," he says with a cocky smile.
I reached for his finger and laughed. "Oh, I get it now." I put his finger down like it was infected and I didn't want to touch it. "You just wanna get in my pants," I say smiling then blinking.
"No, it's not like that-"
"Please," I say walking off.
"You don't know what you're missing out on babe," he calls out behind me.
I turn around, walking backwards. "What's that Hun? Cause I don't see anything that I'm missing out on on you." I smirked and turned around. "Bye Brad."
"It's Brock," he said.
"That's what I said."
My name's Raquel. But some people calls me Rocky. I'm 17, caramel skinned, long haired, and, well, I'm a badass. But only cause people made me this way. People used to pick on me when I was little because I was very quiet back then. So one day, I got tired of it and broke out. And I got suspended that day. She left school with a big handprint across the side of her face that day. So I didn't even have to explain myself because it was so visible on her face. From then on, I wasn't the same.
I go in the classroom and the teacher was already teaching. She looked at me with her glasses on the tip of her nose.
"I know. I know," I said with my hands up. "Raquel, if you don't step up your game, you're gonna be in 12th grade again next year," I say acting like her. How she stands and everything. Most of the classmates laughed at me. Mostly WITH me. I laughed with them, then when I saw her determined look for me to sit down or she won't stop looking at me until I do. I stop laughing.
"I'll sit down." I sit down in my seat. As she continues to talk, I look around the class. Every guy I see, he's either winking at me or making kissy faces. I roll my eyes in disgust. All prep boys.
Damn, can't they get it through their thick skulls that I'm not interested. Not at all.
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*At Lunch*
As I take a bite in my green apple, someone bumped into me as my back was turned at the lunch table.
"Oops. My mistake, Raquel."
I knew it was Chloe. This is the girl who I slapped the fire from her in middle school.
I slowly stood up from the table. I turned around trying to hold onto my anger. I blink and cocked my head to the side and smiled. "Hi Chloe," I said through my teeth.
As always, her minions were behind her. All prep girls. Blech. Just makes me wanna barf thinking about these preps. Girls AND boys.
"We'd like you to come to a party with us," she says handing out the invitation.
"A prep party? Hell no," I say.
"Unh unh uhhh. No need to curse," Chloe said.
She tried to put it in my hands, but my arms were crossed. I was not taking that invitation. She placed it in my arms and patted it lightly.
"Come in case you change your mind," she said walking off.
I grab it with my hands. If I do come, is to come and crash it. I hunched my shoulders and grabbed my one-armed book bag. As I turned around, I bumped into two people. It was two preps that were kissing.
"Get a room, and get out of my way" I said.
"No, you watch it," the prep girl stepped up to me. I looked passed me and looked back at her.
"You talkin' to me?" I ask.
"Who else? I'm in YOUR face calling YOU out," she says raising her voice.
I raise an eyebrow. "And YOU are gonna catch a beat down because NO ONE doesn't talk to me like that."
"And no one talks to her like that," the prep guy steps up to her and held her.
I scoff. "Well, it isn't my fault you guys are in the middle of the lunchroom making out, or else I wouldn't have to yell. Like I said, get a room, 'preps'."
I started to walk off, but something lands on my shoulder. It's spaghetti. I lowered my head and chuckled a little. I dusted it off my shoulder and turned around. The girl smirked. I walked up to her.
"You really are testing me, aren't you? I have some real anger issues and you must want to see them."
"Oh really?" She picked up a bowl of soup and dumped it on my head. Everyone started instigating.
I scoff. "Okay, you know what? I'm tired of this." I pick up a pie. "Time to bring out the badass." I throw the pie in her face. I smirk.
"Food fight!" someone yelled out.
Everyone started throwing food, including me. I tried the best I can to get that prep girl covered in every single food in the cafeteria.
"STOP!" a loud, man voice cried out.
We all stopped dead in our tracks. It was the principal.
Damn....
He stepped over all the mess.
"Who started it?" he asked.
No one said anything.
He pushed up his glasses. "Since no one confess, I'll have to put the seniors on lockdown
"I did it," I called out.
He looked at me in a unpleasant way. "Of course. Who were you bickering with?"
I was going to call out the girl but someone interrupts me.
"I did," he said. It was her boyfriend.
Say what? He's really taking up for her?
"Okay. Raquel, Chris. Both of you are on cleaning duty after school. He walked out with no hesitation. I looked at him and he looked at me. I rolled my eyes and walked off.
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