Chapter Seven
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The first thing I noticed when I turned off the ignition of my motorbike is the familiar mop of blonde hair from my peripheral vision.
I don't exactly hate people on my school. I just didn't like them. Which is basically the same thing.
People huddled around in groups, chatting with their friends. It was exactly eight AM and the parking lot was almost clear of people. They were already entering the doors to hell, a.k.a. the big burgundy doors to Queensmith High School.
I pulled my helmet off and shook my hair. I hanged it on my motorbike and quickly slung my backpack on my shoulder.
The familiar mop of blonde hair emerged from my line of sight almost knocking me over. "Jesuschrist," I clutched a hand to my chest and luckily regaining my balance. "What the hell is your problem, Josh?"
I scowled at the most popular guy in school, Joshua Linhart.
"Is that your way of saying Imissyou? Because I miss you too, couz!"
"You are so weird. I still wonder what people liked about you, I mean look at you," I looked at him up and down in mock disgust. He pretended to stick up his finger to his nose and flicks an imaginary booger to my direction. "That's just the most disgusting thing ever."
He laughed and some of the girls from my right stared at him dreamily. I made a face at that. For all I know, Joshua would be puking right now and they would still find it attractive.
We are living in a fucked up generation, I tell you.
"Hey, did you bought a new jacket? It looks good on you," he smiled.
"Thanks. Its from American Ap-" I stopped mid sentence and narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you want, Joshua Gabriel?"
"I wanted to ask you about something."
We walked up the stairs and to the doors that will lead us to hell. "Shoot."
He scratched the corner of his right eye brow, a family thing; we all do it when we're nervous.
"Spill it out Josh," We entered the hallways and all eyes were on us. "We don't have forever."
Some people started whispering and greeting as we walked to our lockers. We both responded at our best fake smiles at the very least, people always watch our moves, but mostly it was on Joshua of course. His locker was just two away from mine, so whenever he sees me at the parking lot we always walk together.
Joshua seemed to like all the attention and as for me, obviously, it was the opposite.
That guy's head is like a balloon, so big that the egotistical helium can't fit in anymore.
He smiled rather genuinely at the people we passed by and winks at a couple of girls. Ugh, and here I was parading with him, killmenow.
When we reached my locker, his voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you know someone who goes by the name Cassidy Rosen?" he scratched the corner of his brow again.
I smirked. "Why?" I don't really know who's he talking about but I enjoy making him uncomfortable. "Is someone finally immune to your egotistical disease, oh wait, I'm already immune to that."
He grumbled something under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I put my things in my locker and pulled a notebook and a pen.
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