Meet The Fangirl

Chapter 2

      "Alice Wilson! Where on earth have you been?"

      This is how I got greeted for coming home later than usual.

      I explained to my mom what had happened at school and why I was late, but she didn't seem to care. Well, I was used to her being disappointed in me. After all, me being the way I am and this whole fangirl thing was "something I was too old for". Sure, I am 18 and I'm supposed to already have serious life goals and know what I want to do or at least to have thought about it. Well, I do have goals! Attending a Kpop concert is my number one goal! Not dying before 'Sherlock' season 5 airs, too!

      Anyway! I added my shirt to the pile of dirty laundry and went to my room, locking the door. I haven't watched the last two episodes of 'Supernatural' and I really need to do it because Castiel is back to life! And Jack, oh, Jack! Who would've expected the Devil's son to be such a cutie pie! I should check for fanfics with him later!

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      It was lunch time and Melissa, Christopher and I were sitting at our usual table together with a few more students.

      Melissa and Christopher have been my best friends since kindergarten. Mel is completely different from me: she's fun, confident, beautiful, extroverted, talkative – everything that I am not. Her styling is always on point and her shoulder-length hair always looks perfect. Call it a miracle if I even comb my hair before leaving in the morning. People often wonder why she would be friends with me. Sometimes even I do.

      And Christopher? He is the disgusting sticky thing that keeps us together. He always knows what to say, not caring whether the others want to know his opinion or not. His tall but not too built frame kinda reminds me of one of a k-pop artist. If only he were as humble as them! Also, although he has never said it out loud, we are all pretty sure he is gay. Not that I mind it! I still do love him and his fake glasses.

      The other people at the table were also senior students like us that loved Melissa's company – nothing unexpected. They were currently laughing at Christopher's interpretation of the stars of Ginger High – Alexander Watson and Madison Larson.

      The two of them along with the rest of the stars were at the 'VIP' table as usual. Madison was practically sitting on Alexander's lap, arms around his neck, her face so close to his own as if she was blind and couldn't see him properly. She was smirking confidently, while Alexander was giving her his poker face, not even glancing at her for a mere second.

      And here comes Christopher's weirdness:

      "Honey bunny, do you like my new hair extensions?" he squealed with his 'girl voice', turning his head from left to right as if to show off his non-existing fake hair. "But you know it is all your fault that I needed to buy them since you ruined the previous ones while pulling my hair hard during our late night adventures."

      At this point people from the other tables in the cafeteria were giving us weird looks due to the too loud laughter coming from us.

      Yes, lunch was fun, unlike Math. Math is hell. And I need to get through this hellish class alive. Why do we need it exactly? I'm certain I would never need this stupidly pointless subject in my entire life.

      "Miss Wilson, how many times do I need to repeat your name for you to pay attention to me?" Mr. Caldwell's husky voice startled me, bringing me back to reality.

      "I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell," I apologized.

      "Must have been in one of her stupid fictional worlds, or in the middle of her wedding ceremony with one of those Chinese fellas she's in love with." Said an irritating high-pitched voice. Hating Math was obviously not enough and I needed princess Madison to take the same class as me so the torture would be complete.

      A few kids laughed at the bitchy comment, making me roll my eyes.

      "It is of no interest for Your Highness what's going on through the mind of an insignificant human being like myself." I said sarcastically, bowing to her. This caused more students to start laughing.

      "OK, that's enough, you two! Stop it before I send you to the principal's office." Demanded Mr. Caldwell. I glared at the blonde bitch for a second before writing down in my notebook the shit that was ugly written on the white board.

      Then it came to my mind. Damn, I still haven't watched the comeback stage of MONSTA X!