Change.

2.

After 5 long minutes of convincing Zach that he's still hot we are finally in his Porsche 718 Boxster and on our way to school. Did I mention my best friend is rich?? No. Well my best friend is rich!

The ride to school was longer than I thought, with Zach telling me about all the girls he's banged and who his next target is and all that bull shit.

With me I know I'm a fuckgirl and so does everyone else but I don't have all the fuckpeople qualities. Such as:
1. You would normally expect a fuckperson to brag about how many people they've fucked but not me, but the boys are the ones to brag about it and that's how everyone knows.
2. Normal fuckpeople have bad grades or cheat their way through school. I am a proud B student with some As here and there but I do it all myself. The only thing I don't do is homework, that is a big NO!
3. Last but not least you would expect fuckpeople mainly fuckgirls to wear short shorts and short skirts, I'm more of a jeans and crop top kind of girl but ever so often I like to show off my curves and some skin. Hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to get laid!

And with that we arrive at hell also known as West Brook Hight School. Here you have your stereotypical groups, you have the jocks and cheerleaders known as the populars. You would think that I'm part of that group but yet again I'm not what you expect. There are also the nerds, the goths, the wannabe rockstars, the music freaks and then there's me. I don't really have a group but there's rumours going round that at break and lunch I leave school to brain some dude that goes to East High School. When I hear shit like that all I can do is laugh because someone had the time to create such a bad rumour about me like I would actually give two shits.

Me and Zach walk into school together like we do everyday but before we walk through the double doors of hell I notice that there's a sparkle in Zach's hazel eyes with the famous Thomson smirk, and if you know Zach as well as I do you know that's the face he pulls when he has an idea.

"What?" I pause right outside the doors.
"Wanna fuck with people's heads?" He asks like that's even a question.
"What do you have in mind?"
And with that we walk into school with Zach's arm swung around my shoulders. There's another rumour going around that me and Zach secretly fuck because it's not normal for a boy and a girl to be friends without benefits.

While we walk through the corridor we get stares from everyone and even some girls gawking at Zach and I also notice some of the boys staring at my arse as I walk by. We reach my locker and Zach leans on the one next to mine.

"Well that's going to be all people talk about for the rest of the day" Zach sniggers
"Not Jason Wells" I correct him while taking out my history book.
"And whys that?" He asked obviously confused with my reply.
"I fucked him last Friday so he's going to be bragging about it to his friends" I state like it's nothing.
When I turn to face Zach after closing my locker to see that both his eyes and mouth are wide open, I chuckle at his expression.
"Well I can't say that I'm not proud my baby sister is all grown up" he says in a baby voice while messing up my hair.
I instantly swat his arm away and say "If you want to keep that hand I suggest you don't do that again" he chuckles and it instantly brings a smile to my face.

But that smile is switched to a frown when I hear the clicks of high heals which only belong to one person. "Hey baby" she says while placing her hand on Zach's chest. Meet Olivia Sharp 5'2 with strawberry blonde hair up to her  back, piecing grey eyes, tanned skin, and in a slutty but expensive outfit which she pairs with her signature 5inch heals. Some say she was hand made by god himself but I say that's she was hand made but the devil, some say the same about me but I totally agree.

"Wanna skip first period and head to mine, I have the whole house to myself" she whispers a bit too loud followed by a wink. Cringe I know.
Cue the eye roll.