Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of de...
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"Aubrey." I kept my head down, staring at the BIC pen sitting on my history book, listening to a voice I never wanted to be familiar with as it tries to catch my attention. I narrowed my eyes at my book as she opened her mouth again.
"Aubrey." I felt a pat on my shoulder trying to grab my attention, resulting in me swinging around so I'm face to face with culprit, drawing attention from the whole class, who are nosey fuckers may I add. Although I didn't really blame them, history with Mr. Dutch was about as interesting as a white wall.
"What do you want?" I snapped at Sherrie, feeling guilty when the smile she had on her face vanished. She didn't say anything so I just turned back around and faced Mr. Dutch, who hadn't even noticed our conversation due to his own chattering about his daughter, who just so happened to go to our school and was a certified mole.
Class soon came to an end, without Sherrie interfering. I didn't know how much longer I could've put up with her nagging before I caved and wanted to hear what she wanted to say, as stupid as it sounded.
"Why don't you like me?" I turned around and came face to face with Sherrie once again.
"I like you." I half-lied. I did like her, I just didn't like that she was with Jack. She was nice, she was beautiful and she seemed to be really innocent. All the things I wasn't, and all the things Jack wanted.
"No, you don't. Why not?" By now everyone had cleared the classroom, and all that was left was the half-deaf Mr. Dutch who was sitting at his desk reading, probably about more 'exciting' history things.
"Hurry up." I walked off and Sherrie followed close behind.
I sat down on the cold silver seats in the far corner of the courtyard, Sherrie sitting down next to me as I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it up. She pulled one out of her own pack, lighting it with expertise.
A confused look passed my face for a small moment before I just rolled my eyes. "Why do you care if I don't like you, Sherrie?"
"I care that you don't have a reason not to like me." She corrects, taking a drag of her cigarette and plays with her hair.
She was right, I didn't have a reason not to like her. Jack and her were happy, they weren't even together for fuck's sake. I was blowing things way out of proportion, but the call I'd answered the night she was over was still permanent in my mind.
"Why are you using Jack?" I blurted out. Smooth, Aubs.
I watch her shocked expression as I inhale a drag of my cigarette. "I'm not using him."
"Well, you are."
"I-I care about him, Aubrey." She stutters, obviously feeling like she shouldn't be saying that to me of all people.
Suddenly I felt bad for her. She wasn't official with Jack and I shouldn't make her feel like she has to be. I was acting just like Sebastian had been to me all these years. She'd never purposely hurt me.
"I just don't want him hurt," I mutter. I didn't want him broken-hearted, but some selfish part of me was worried I'd be hurt too. "I know about A-"
I go to open my mouth again, before hearing my name being called out. I turned around to see Izzy running towards us in her sweatpants and top, pom-poms in both hands, before she sat down on the other side of the tables.
"You'll never guess what happened. Aubrey, guess what happened." A grin was evident on her face, but you never know what's going to pop out of the mouth of this girl.
"You said I won't guess?"
"Okay, you've pulled my leg." She leafy a dramatic pause as she got off the seat, sitting on the table instead, right parallel from me, practically straddling me, looking around to see if anyone's looking across the oval, before pulling a joint out of her pocket, sparking it up.
"I was at cheer practice and Bec, do you know Bec? Brown hair, brown eyes, big boobs, small ass?" I nodded.
Bec was nice, a little nutty but I went to primary school with her and had been civil with her since.
"She broke her leg."
She thanked the Lord and offered me some of her spliff, which I declined.
"Why's it a good thing Bec broke her leg?" The best friend I knew could be a bitch but she wouldn't be happy her team was suffering, she'd been a cheerleader since the first day of year seven, and since then she'd been hooked to it, if anything happened that meant she couldn't preform she'd crack the shits.
"Which means we need someone to take her spot," she smirked slyly and looked me up and down.
I shook my head, narrowing my eyes at her for even thinking such a thing.
"No." The smirk was still clear on her face.
I wasn't giving in.
"I mean it, Izzy. I'm not prancing around like a pony."
She seemed unconvinced, before turning towards the person she was ignoring the whole time she was here, "what are you doing here?"
Her tone turned cold and I couldn't help but find myself almost about to defend Sherrie.
"Actually, I was just about to leave." She stood up and walked away, and a moment later Iz began her questioning.
"What was that about?" Before I could babble on about it, the bell went, and thank God. I'm pretty sure Iz didn't want to here about me listening to what miss Bahama wanted to say.
I dragged my feet to my English class side by side with Iz, my books weighing a tonne in my arms. "Please Aubrey? We can spend more time with each other, and you'd get more dick if you wore the uniform." I looked down at the uniform I was already forced to wear, I didn't need another one.
We entered the classroom before sitting down in the nearest seat. I placed my textbook, notebook, laptop, and the book we have to study on the desk, making a loud thump, before opening up the exercise book and writing the date on the top right corner.
Miss Fenna, the youngest teacher in our school walked over to us and stood in front of Izzy. "Where're your books?"
"Don't have any." Iz shrugged, nodding to her empty desk slowly, a wide smile on her face.
"Well find some, and what's that smell?" I was more than sure she knew what marijuana smelled like. Miss Fenna looked to be someone who'd had a past in partying, and to be honest, she was damn attractive for a high school teacher.
Iz looked up at her and swallowed, staring at the teacher for a moment before trying to fight back a smirk. "My perfume."
"Why are your eyes red?"
"My dog died, thanks for reminding me though." Izzy didn't have and her voice was flat stating it, making it more than unbelievable.
"Right. Stay back after class and we'll discuss this." Miss Fenna flipped her brunette hair to the back of her shoulder, keeping her head high.
