Jasmine, yes that's my repetitive cookie-cutter name, just saying it aloud leaves a flavorless and bland taste in the back of my throat, and I hate it like a cat hates baths, because in my school their are billions of random girls in the hall that will turn around simultaneously as if someone had just dropped a stack of cash on the floor at the sound of that seven letter word.
Jasmine.
I'm seventeen, I have no friends (with the exception of a few acquaintances), I do average in school, and people whisper about me like I have some kind of disease or infection that nobody wants to recive.
Unpopularity, I guess.
My dark hair and brown eyes don't do much if anything for me because most of the 'well known' girls here have large boobs and flowing blonde hair, but it's not like I want big boobs and stupid bleach blonde hair, I just want to be normal, just one loyal friend- that's all I'm asking for.
I actually like to think that I have a nice personality; I mean, there's nothing wrong with me it's just that people don't see the real me.
Everyone thinks I'm this withdrawn and quiet girl, but in reality, I happen to think I'm a really funny and outgoing person.
I lay here -in my bed- when I really should be getting ready for school.
I just know that today is going to be a shitty day.
Interrupting my thoughts my dad suddenly bursts into my room with a groggily yawn, gives me a tired look, then walks away- leaving the door wide open- causing me to sigh heavily.
Slipping out of my comfy white sheets I put on a shirt and some blue jeans, and head into to the bathroom.
Once I washed my pale face and brushed my teeth, I put my long hair into a ponytail, letting the two curly hairs naturally fall in front of my ears.
After I was done in my room, I walked down the creaky stairs to grab my bag, shoes, and jacket.
"Eat something." The short haired man spoke while gobbling down his favorite cereal.
"No dad, I'm fine." I simply stated before I walked out the door with my earphones in.
"Suit yourself." he shrugged clipping his police bag onto his wrinkled navy shirt.
As the music filled my ears I gripped my backpack straps while I walked steadily to school.
I soon reached the decrepit building, and headed through those familiar metal double doors. I walked down the hall, into the cafeteria, and sat at my usual table against the big floor to ceiling window.
Crossing my long legs, I leaned my back against the cold glass, closing my eyes as calming music filled my ears.
There was a soft tap at my right shoulder causing me to slightly jump as my eyes opened tiredly, looking at the prick in my presence.
Why is he here, I thought he was 'too good' to hang around people that weren't of the same group as him.
He's popular, and popular people don't hang around people like me.
"Leave me alone." I snapped harshly, taking out my earphones and facing him as the sunlight hit my skin.
"Let's talk."
"We just did." I retorted looking at his little group of 'friends' looking straight over at my table, doing all sorts of hand motions and mouthing words to him as they laughed annoyingly.
"What's your name again?"
Like he doesn't know already.
"Why are you here again?" questioning him, his usually intimidating green eyes looked completely uninterested as I shifted my head to him.
"I believe I asked you a question first."
"Well, I believe that I don't care about your stupid question," I slipped my music back in.
When he started to annoyingly tap on my shoulder again, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop patronizing me!" I grumbled.
"All I did was ask your name." he spoke innocently as a crooked smile appeared on his face.
"George Washington," I stated. "Now, tell me why you're here." My hand dropped down to the table awaiting his response as I looked at him impatiently.
"Hmm, why did I come over here." a small smirk tugged on his pink lips.
"Get away from m-"
"I came over here because I thought you looked -tell me if I'm using this right- captivating."
I mentally cursed at myself when a small chuckle came out of me.
This could only mean one thing, the world is ending.
Hell, even he looked surprised.
I despise this boy -and trust me I don't use that word lightly- with his sleeve of meaningless tattoos and his long tousled hair everything about him screams 'hey look a me, I'm a rebellious teen!', and I don't like it- not one bit.
When he complimented me I actually thought he meant it (because I'm a dumbass), until he started going into hysterics and I immediately felt reality come flying down to me like crusty bird shit.
"You actually thought I was serious?" Was the last thing I heard -apart from his loud mocking laughter- before he walked over to his friends like the little dick he is.
What the hell was I thinking? He is the most popular guy in the whole neighborhood and all the girls -minus me- bow down to him like he is the queen. I actually just sat here and thought that 'The Harry Styles' would actually say something genuinely kind to me: the plain looking girl with no friends who sits in the corner desk doodling silently in her journal.
Even though I don't have the slightest ounce of feelings for this heartless beast, I'm not going to sit here and lie to your face and say that he is completely hideous because he is most definitely not; although, that doesn't mean that I ever stop hating him, ever.
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where have I been lmao
If you can tell, I'm trying to make this story pretty hahaha
The first few chapters are always a little bit dull aren't they (aka, this sucks)
But I can just tell that this story is going to be interesting. (probably not)
I know this theme may seem a little overused and cheesy but I swear it will not be like all of the others, it's ... different. (eh)
I want my stories to be unpredictable, realistic, and original and that's what I plan on doing with this one- it's also the reason why I deleted the first story I ever wrote almost three years ago bc it was carotty as hell and I cringed when I read it over and immediately took it off in .5 seconds , so sorry if you wanted to laugh at that disaster but it's gone for good now
Please comment lots and lots ok, and I promise this story will make you laugh as much as it made me (hopefully)
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Excitement
Fanfiction"I don't want to hang out with anybody else, because anybody else isn't you. You're different, styles, and that excites me."
