I walk through the doors of my new school and I see a bulletin board with flyers covering it so you can't even see the board. I see so many new people. My "best friend" from last year, Angela Molel, walked past me. She slept with my boyfriend. In eighth grade! Who fucking does that?!
"Angela, is that you?"~Brooke
"Brooke?"~Angela
"How many new guys have you slept with sense we graduated?"~ Brooke
"So far six guys and two girls"~Angela
*Sighs* "Your a hoe"~ Brooke
"Well everyone wants me"~Angela
"Ya, and the least you could do is keep it in your pants"~ Brooke
*Seductively* "And why would I do that? Your the only one that doesn't want some of me"~Angela
*Overly cheerful voice* "Ya, you keep being the cock sucker you are, bitch!"~Brooke
She walked away. I hate her so fucking much.
I see the Sophomore that everyone thinks is quote on quote "The best you'll ever have" His name is Justin D. No one exactly knows what the "D" stands for, and no one asks. He is the football team captain. It's just like how it is in the movies. Slow motion hair flipping and high fives while eyeballing that hot "chick" that you smashed this morning. I wonder what it's like to constantly want someone so badly that you wear skirts that stop mid-ass and shirts that are so tight that leaves nothing to the imagination.
I see some "popular" girl get shoved up against a locker and very violently make out with a jock. He grabs her inner thigh, slowly sliding up higher and higher until she grabs his hand and leads him into the girls bathroom. Why the fuck would you have sex in the morning? And at SCHOOL?! The first bell rings in three minutes so they better do it fast. Ew. Can't believe I just said that.
Science is my first class. I start walking to Mr. Pett's class when some random guy shoved me against a locker. And not in a "I'm bullying you" kind of way, in the way that the other girl was. He goes in for a kiss and immediately reached for my thigh. I turn my head away from him and slap his hand at the same time. He looked at me kind of confused for a second and then his eyes got all wide.
"Fuck! I thought you were Savanna!"~Him
"Well I'm not, pervert."~Brook
"Well if you would like me to finish that action, I would be more than happy to help"~Him
"Not now, not ever!"~Brooke
"See you after school blue, and I can and will."~Him
I guessed he was talking about my eyes. I have been told that my eyes look like the perfect mixture between a the ocean and ice. Kind of like a pale blue.
Well I'll see you later then, Him.
"Why me?"~Brooke
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Why Me?
Teen FictionBrooklyn Serum tries to survive balancing anxiety and going to high school in peace.