INEFFABLE

!Boys will be boys!

I'm writing this at like 2 AM so my writing might not be the best. I'm trying though!

Also, I unpublished my werewolf book because I'm saving that one for later. I have a better second one on the way!

Little tip: Don't bite your nails. They'll start to hurt...

#noregrets #thuglife

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Kassie Rose POV

I was quickly snapped out of my trance.

I shook my head violently trying to regain my thoughts. 

I looked into Cory's sea blue eyes and saw confusion basically written on top of them.

My eyes trailed to his cheeks. They weren't tinged pink anymore.

Was it just my mind playing tricks on me?

Most probably. 

"Kas, you alright?" Cory asked me confusion and concern also laced in his voice. 

"Never been better," I said faking a smile. His beautiful eyes were calculating something but he brushed it off and smiled back at me.

Wait- beautiful eyes? What is wrong with me? 

I can't believe I'm doing this... 

"The tie suits you," I say staring at my feet trying to avoid eye contact. 

He took his finger and tucked it under my chin. His soft finger glided my face to his. 

We were inches apart now. One wrong step and our lips would collide. 

"A real smile suits you."  

Then, as if nothing happened, we continued to walk down the stairwell. 

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I had gone to my classes a few of which I had with my friends and Cory. 

Cory and I are friends, right? I think so. 

We act like friends I think... 

Before coming here my only friend was Aspen so I'm still new in the department. 

Now, I have to go to physical education. Goodie! 

I always liked sports.. mainly beating people. 

What? Is it bad to want to be good at things?

Yea? Okay. I can respect that. 

I headed to the locker rooms like instructed. 

We open our lockers to our gym uniforms. 

They gave us black tight booty shorts and a tight t-shirt with an anchor in the corner. They gave us white socks as well. They gave us black Nike sneakers because instead of me- other girls had multiple of their buttons undone and wore high heels. 

Wow, they are leaving nothing to the imagination. The school and the girls. 

I don't exactly want to dress like a slut but it's not like I have a choice, do I? 

Am I slut shaming? Maybe. I don't care at this point. This uniform is humiliating, to say the least. 

I step out of the locker room and am automatically bombarded with whistles and hollers. 

I give them a mean glare and they just laugh. 

Boys will be boys. 

"Hey, Kassie!" I hear a deep voice say. 

Jake. 

"Hey, Jake!" I say enthusiastically. 

His eyes trailed up and down my body taking me in. I rolled my eyes at his actions and he simply laughed. 

He linked his arm with mine and started talking to me about shopping. Yes, shopping. 

But, I could see in the corner of my eye, Cory. He looked like a constipated elderly man. Why was he glaring at Jake so sternly?

I shrugged it off and we were all told to get into teams for Soccer. 

I was put on a team with Jake and this other girl Sabrina. 

She had bleached blonde hair and a cake face on. Her boobs were most likely fake and she was fluttering her eyelashes at Jake. 

I don't think that's gonna get her far. I'm almost positive Jake is gay. He talked about how all the guys were topless in the locker room and how hot they were. 

Maybe he's bisexual? You never know. I don't want to label anyone. 

Okay, I should take that back. We all label people in our heads don't we?

No matter how kind we are- we always label people. Labeling is a problem. But, there's no way to stop it without stopping our minds. We might label people without even realizing that we do it. We might not admit that we do it either. But, in the end, we all label people. 

Let it be, slut, whore, gay, bad boy, good girl, or any of the above- we all label people. 

It can't be helped. 

We started to play. I could only guess Jake played soccer normally. 

He was able to swiftly handle the ball with me. 

Sabrina just stood there ogling at him or other guys on the field falling over hoping someone will help her. 

In the end, no one did. That's what you get for wishing for a prince charming. 

So far, we were the winning team. 

Now, we had to go against the rival team. 

The other winning team had, of course, Cory, a girl named Quinn, and a guy named Weston. 

The teams we won against were all situated on the bleachers and were supposed to watch our game. I can imagine all the girls gossiping and everything. I mean that's what they usually do, right? 

I'm not good with people. 

Once again, labeling. 

ARG! 

Am I a pirate? Oh god, stay on track Kas! 

We started the match.

Cory started with the ball and started dribbling it towards the goal. 

We made back and fourth goals. 

Then, Jake kicked my ankle accidentally and I went toppling to the ground.

I tucked myself into fetal position holding my ankle. 

Damn, it really hurts. 

I didn't really compare to the hags beatings though. 

Then out of nowhere while my eyes were closed trying to bare with the pain I hear, "What the hell dude?!" 

It sounded like Cory. 

"Dude, it was an accident.." Jake trailed. 

Then I heard someone fall to the ground. I open my eyes and see Cory looking at the ground his nose flaring. 

I watch his line of vision and see that he's hit Jake square in the face. His nose is bleeding and he is sitting on the floor holding his nose. 

I see Cory advert his vision to me once again. He looks at me then back at Jake, then back at me again. 

Then, he storms off. 

I thought it was my time of the month.