Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

We Had Such Hopes, And Now Those Hopes Are Shattered

We Had Such Hopes, And Now Those Hopes Are Shattered

Smiling to myself I followed John into the building. By the time I got in he was already heading down another hallway, lined with sleepy looking students, on his way to the boys' locker room. I instead headed down the hallway that lead to my locker.

I fumbled with the lock a bit before it opened. I was just starting to put my books away in my locker when I heard the sound of footsteps coming to a stop behind me followed closely by a feminine voice pretending to clear her throat.

The hair on my arms raised at the foreshadowing of  the showdown I was sure was about to begin. After putting my bag into my locker so the girls couldn't grab it I stood up straight and turned to face my opposition. Standing in front of me were three girls: an ash blonde, an obviously dyed blonde, and a deep brunette. All three of them had their hair straightened to perfection, eye catching cleavage, and faces done with immaculate makeup, though the ash blonde's foundation was a bit cakey toward the top of her forehead. All in all, they were the epitome of the typical white girls with their cell phones in one hand, Starbucks in the other, and matching tan Uggs on all of their feet. I'm not saying that I'm any better, but I didn't have a look of severe hate written across my heavily lined eyes and perfectly red pout.

How terribly cliche.

So cliche, in fact, that I was tempted to say aloud, "Wait, were you all born from the same prostitute?" But based on the fact that there were three of them and only one of me I decided to hold back the insults for the moment. Plus, the brunette's nails looked dangerously close to bejeweled talons.

Instead, I opted to say, though admittedly in a much too sarcastic tone, "How may I help you ladies on this lovely Tuesday morning?" Each of their glares simultaneously increased, and I finally realized that I recognized the two blondes.

"Hey you're friends of Maura, aren't you?" I asked pointing at them, dropping the sarcasm momentarily. "Listen, if she wants to talk to me then tell her to come herself and not send-"

"We weren't sent by Maura," the ash blonde said in a surprisingly nasally voice. "She has nothing to do with this. We are here on our own business." Then, she raised her Starbucks cup to her mouth and took a dainty sip.

As she did this, I raised an eyebrow and asked, "And what is this business?" At this, the obviously dyed blonde stepped forward and took over for her coffee drinking, slightly darker hair twin and said in an annoyingly high-pitched voice, "We want to know why you and John showed up together this morning and why you were so...close."

I looked the girls over and felt my heart fall as I realized that these were probably some girls John slept with in the past. I sighed, because though these girls were not exactly nice, they were heartbroken, confused, and angry with a guy who slept with them and then left. They probably thought he actually cared about them.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and opened them again to see the three girls looking at me expectantly and menacingly. "Look," I said. "John and I grew up together. His brother and my sister are married, and we were really close as kids. He needed a ride, so I gave him one. There isn't anything going on between us." Each of the girls in turn looked at me with narrowed eyes.

Then, the two blondes took a sip of their coffees and the brunette spoke in the most average voice out of three, "Okay then. If you say so. But we'll be watching, and you better hope you weren't lying."

She seemed the most intelligent, and as she turned on her heel to walk away the other two scampered after her.

I actually found the whole ordeal rather comical. If these girls thought they were intimidating, then they needed to study up more from their "How To Act Like a Bitch" booklet.