The disguised wrecker

HER

My house, High school, its the same thing really, a nightmare.

At least for me.

I walked in my high school wearing a very small skirt and a crop top of neon pink colour. As I walked in, every eye in the hallway snapped at me. I was used to the reactions which popularity brought to me.

"Hey, Hannah! Will you come to the party at my place tomorrow? Everyone's coming, including Ashton".

My heart rate picked up a fast pace. Ashton had that effect on me. I had liked him a lot, but he never seemed to be interested in me.

I rolled my eyes, trying to act nonchalant" So? What if he is coming ? I don't care. But I'll be there anyway."

Liar.

I answered,and she just slightly smirked. "Yeah, right. See you at my place." She told me.

"See you Nicole." I greeted the blonde cheerleader. She had been teasing me about Ashton to no end. It was frustrating, but...deep down I knew.

I knew how much I loved it.

As I entered my first lecture for the day which was English, I sat next to Jack, one of Ashton's friend and the goalkeeper of the football team. His coffee brown were all over the place, as if he had ran his hand over it numerous times.

"Hey, Jacky. How are ya? You look annoyed, didn't get shagged yesterday?"

Oh! How I loved to pull his leg!

I teasingly asked, he just scoffed, muttering. "No, nobody can deny my little buddy. And besides, that can never be the reason I'd get angry."
He cockily stated. His smirk widened to the end of his freaking face.

Before I could pass a comment about just how "little" his buddy actually was, our English teacher entered.

Mr Norton was a very good teacher and English literature was a subject I truly liked, not that I let anyone know about it. It was a prized pleasure of leisure.

The day went on till it was break time and I sat in the cafeteria on the usual bench we sit at. I really didn't understand why people had to label it as the bench of 'The Jocks' or 'The popular'.

It literally felt like they are trying to turn a teenage high school movie into reality. Pure bullshit. Blurring all the lines and limits.

On my seat, two amaze ball people greeted me- Miranda and Nicole.

Miranda was a person I truly liked. She had red fiery hair and she seemed like a carefree person. She was one of the few people that I had high respect for. She was somewhat dark, I must admit. I remember she once said,

" I want to die in the arms of my loved one, naked, sweaty and wrinkly."

She lived in a different world, a world of secret desires, which only extremely close one's could discover, and I wanted to have the privilege to be one of those people.

"You're coming to the party tomorrow right?" Miranda asked and I simply nodded.

I looked around our long bench to spot Ashton. But he was not alone.

He was sitting with a girl, with thick rimmed glasses and black hair.

She looked so beautiful with those grey eyes that I got envious of her. There was an innocence, a sort of tenderness in her body language.

She seemed nerdy with her exaggerated glasses, she also looked smart. Anyone who knew about natural beauty could see it in her.

I was so jealous. She was sitting with Ashton, the one I'm infatuated with, and so damn lucky.

The fact that Ashton was intimately conversing with her giving fluttering smiles, caused my heart to shrink.

No, that was not my job. It was not my job to cry and mope around about it.

My job was to make the life of that girl, hell.
That's what everyone expects.

Everyone expects me to torture her, because she is right next to the guy the 'bitch' of the school likes.

She may have noticed me staring as she narrowed her eyes in confusion .

I collected my self and regained my composure as I gave her a glare filled with poison.

Fake, every expression, every display.

I stood up abruptly as everyone looked at me as if they were expecting drama. But I couldn't give it to them now, because I was too tired for that . So instead, I walked off ferociously.

As I neared the girls bathroom, I let it all out .

I muffled the silent sobs. I cried at the realization that I was going to have to look at the boy I love , fall in love with another girl . He never considered me as a friend and there he was, looking so lovesick that it made me feel sick in the stomach.

He would be with the 'good girl' and I would be left behind as a bad memory.

A girl who was much better than me .
Who was worthy of any affection at all .