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Chapter 19

If you ask practically every student at a school, they'll agree when I say that school is a retarded idea. It becomes even worse, though, when you go to the same school as Naomi Santiago. Especially if your dating the boy, she wants, then she attempts to make your life a living hell.

But then again her being nice to that person is as likely as a snowflake in hell. But she doesn't really hurt you, she's just annoying. Intense glaring at me happened around lunch time. What's weirder was that her followers, followed her. I had five sets of eyes trying to burn a whole in me. I don't even think they knew why they were staring at me.

"So do we have a set list?" I asked Tessa and Brian. We started walking to fifth period English. They just nodded.

"We're going to practice a few of them at practice today." Brian added.

It was my turn to nodded. Then we passed the water fountain. As refreshing as it can be, it can also be a weapon of teenage wars. Especially ours, if you hit on it hard enough it will hit any passerby. That is exactly what Naomi did.

She punded her fist on to the button and water squirted out. It hit me, all over my shirt. "Shit," I muttered. "Naomi, go to hell." I said a little louder.

"Excuse me, it was an accident." She defended so innocently, you could tell she was lying. But as she said that, Tessa was rushng me to the nearby girls' bathroom.

She pushed on the door. "You are so freaking lucky. I decided to bring an extra shirt today." She said as she dug through her bag.

"Why did you bring an extra shirt?" I asked as I dried myself.

She paused, "I wasn't sure if this one went with my boots. I asked Laila when we got to school. She said I looked fine. Now I just have the shirt." She threw it at me.

I caught it and headed for a stall. It took me a couple minutes to change, probably making us late for class. Although, Brian had covered for us, so we were good.

That wasn't the only thing that Naomi did this week. She replaced my perfume, that I rarely bring to school, with what was probably water and peanut oil, which I'm allergic to. Then there was the spider in the band room, but Chase got it out. Also, a petty attempt at crank call. Which, I frankly don't get what it would get. The list could go on about her failure.

But Saturday came, and that's when she pulled out the big guns and strawberry lip gloss.