If I thought Veronica ridiculed me before, it was nothing to the snide remarks I received today when I showed up wearing my sleepwear.
“Nice outfit, Callie.”
“You look like hell swallowed you and spat you back out.”
“It’s sad you don’t have enough money to buy proper school clothes.”
Whoever said words would never hurt you, obviously has never met a person as vindictive as Veronica Miller.
Megan and Nicole would snicker with her as she made the remarks, and would avoid my eyes when I’d stare at them in wonder.
We used to laugh at Veronica, and how she was so high on that pedestal of hers. But now I was the joke to every punch line.
It was lunch time when Pagan came bouncing up to me in the lunch line.
“Hey!” I said as I smiled at my new friend.
She smirked and swayed her hips, “Hey, hey, hey. Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye this morning, Noah drove me to get my car pretty early.”
I waved my hand, “No worries, I was passed out anyways.”
Her eyes twinkled, “Mhm, I bet. Ryder sure did make sure you were safe last night, huh? Being all protective over you.”
Butterflies took flight in my stomach as I blushed, “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
I was so full of shit, and she knew it by the action of her eyes rolling.
“Whatev’s, who am I to judge?” She shrugged as we both gained distance in the line.
“So I was wondering if you wanted to go to the football game tonight?” She asked as we grabbed our trays and started to make our way to an empty table in the back.
I wondered why she wasn’t sitting with her friends, but didn’t voice my question when we took our seats and started to dig in.
“We’re playing Sissonville, right?”
She nodded, “Mhm, and it’s going to be epic! That school is loaded with hotties!”
I raised my eyebrows at her with a small smile on my face, her and I both knew that she only cared about one hottie, and he wasn’t a high school boy. But hey, who was I to judge?
“I don’t know,” I started as I took a drink from my water, “Veronica’s crowd usually dominates that place.”
“Ugh! Forget, Veronica and her flunking monkeys!”
I spewed some water out of my mouth at her humorous words and started coughing as she screwed her face up in disgust as she wiped water off her face.
“This is our senior year! It’s time to wake up and smell the greasy hamburgers, Callie! This is our year to party, have fun, and start riots. Y-O-L-O.”
I gave her a blank look, “Hamburgers?”
She sheepishly shrugged, “What? I’m hungry,” before taking a huge chunk out of her own hamburger.
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Rock Me Softly
HumorIf someone would have told me a year ago that I'd be living with five guys, one of them being the famous Rock Star, Ryder Black, I would've politely told them where the nearest crazy house was. If that same someone would've told me that my mother wo...
