The Queen Bitches

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"Oh my god that new kid Luke is so weird," You hear some bitches from your year gossiping about. They're wearing Primark lipgloss and skirts and look more cheap than chocolate coins from Poundland.

"He's not weird!" You tell them, trying to make it out that you DON'T have a crush on him, cause you don't?

"OMG Y/N has a crush on Luke!" Betsy, the Queen Bitch and Princess Of Tackiness chants, and all her cheap little elfs join in.

"Y/N and Luke sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G..."

"Grow up," You shout, not too loudly. "Just cause I don't think someone's weird doesn't mean I have a crush on them. Please stop confusing being polite and flirting, and they're two very different things. Stick that up your sorry Primark arse." You fucking tell Betsy and all her bitches. They're all speechless and it's the best feeling in the world. You plug in your headphones, switch on Blink 182; music on; world off; and strutt out of the science hallway, feeling a million dollars.

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