This Bitch

High School Is Full of Losers

High School is Full of Losers

"Heather, must you be such a slut,"

The girls and I are in the cafeteria at school and Heather is relying what a good time she had with Chase last night on their first date. Let's just say she gave him way more than he deserved from a night at the movies.

"You have to let the guy work for it," I continue.

"But he's so cute," she replies.

I roll my eyes at her. Chase is an idiot but so is she, so what did I expect.

I look away from her and see Sebastian walking into the cafeteria with a blonde, a different girl from the one he was with yesterday. It's been a week since we had our little "moment" at my house and ever since he's been everywhere I am at school with some girl under his arm.

"He's so hot," Fiona says.

"Who?"

She nods her head in Sebastian's direction.

"He's okay, I've seen better," I respond.

"Oh come on, even you've got to admit he's a looker," she says, nudging my shoulder with hers.

I don't respond.

"So what's the plan for the tonight? It's Friday and I don't feel like being at home," I say to our little group.

"Tate is having a party over at his house tonight, his parents are away on vacation," Rachel states.

"Ohhh, sounds good," Heather say.

"Sounds like a plan," I say. 

Looks like I'll be going to a party tonight.

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I have Miss Parsons this afternoon and I'm in no mood to deal with that lesbian. All she does is drone on and on about the importance of love in a person's life and how important socialization with friends and family is. I have no time for love in my life in any form.

Plus, Miss Parsons needs to fix her sorry life before she can try to preach to me how to better mine. She's thirty-two, has no man in her life and lives with her parents...pathetic.

I head towards the female bathroom to check my appearance before heading to sociology class. Come to think of it, Miss Parsons could learn a thing or two from me about looking your best. Maybe I should offer her some lessons and it'll help her to get a boyfriend.

I enter the bathroom and stand in front the mirror. I look gorgeous, mom would be so proud.

I'm touching up my lip stick when I hear a sniffle coming from the last bathroom stall on the right. I hadn't even recognized there was someone else in here with me. I walk towards the stall and see that it's unlocked.

I go to walk away because I have no time to deal with some loser who cries in bathroom stalls when I see the person's shoes. It's a pair of pink shoes with stars on it... Emily. It's the same pair she wore to dinner last week at my house; loser shoes.

I sigh, I don't know why I'm doing this but I decide to see what's wrong. I push the door open a bit and Emily comes into view. She's sitting on the cover of the toilet, crying into her hands.

At the sound of the door opening, she looks up at me with bloodshot eyes. She starts to wipe her tears and I roll my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I ask.

"Nah...nah...no one likes me," she stammers.

"I've been at this school for almost a month and I have no friends. I thought this new school would be different, I thought I could be different but it's the same as the last time. I'm a complete loser and Sebastian's the cool one," she continues.

"Look, I don't like you and I think your loser,"

Her eyes well up again at my words.

"But you know what? Every one of those persons out there that's got you crying in this stall are losers too. One day you're going to wake up and realize that high school wasn't as important as you thought is was, and all those persons you wanted to be friends with weren't worth your time. Half of them out there are fake friends to each other anyway."

"So get out of this stall and don't let me catch you doing this again. Those people out there don't deserve your tears; whenever your start feeling down again, remember that."

She gets up off of the toilet and smiles at me.

"I don't know why you're being nice to me but I needed that." She says.

"I don't even know why I'm being nice to you," I reply, giving her a small smile.

"Word of advice for being cooler though, lose the shoes."

We both look down at her shoes together and laugh. It was the first genuine moment I'd had in a long time.

It felt strange but good.

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Hey guys, sorry this chapter is so short. It's a lead in for the next chapter which is going to be much longer and I know you all will enjoy it, so stay tuned. I'll try my best to upload it this week.

Thanks for all the persons who've read, commented and voted on my story since I took it off hold. I appreciate it.

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