Temptation

Surprise

THIS IS A MUST KNOW

-This book is based in England NOT America

Finally, it's three o'clock and school is over. That is until Monday. There's nothing I want right now more than my bed, just the thought puts a smile on my face, cuddling up under the sheets and making no effort for the next two days thats my kinda weekend.

I'm not the sort that goes out every weekend I prefer to stay at home, in my own space, watching Netflix and eating. I mean don't get me wrong I'm not a goody two-shoes I do go out at least once a week (forcefully that is) and I don't exactly stay clear from trouble some may say I'm drawn to it.

Counting down the seconds before the bell I became the first and most eager student to arise from my desk and exit the classroom, formly nodding at Mr Spencer as I left.
First week back to school after the summer holidays and already I wanna leave, my summer may not have been great but at least beneath my sheets huddled in the dark I wasn't surrounded by fake friends.

Avoiding initial eye contact I merely stared at my phone as I began to leave the building meerly swipping from left to right acting as though I was busy.

"Move!" A voice screeched in front of me. Of course I just had to run into Charlotte Dawson, also referred to as 'the bitch' of the school.

I slowly looked up, placing my phone in my back pocket, to see her towering over me.

Charlotte isn't exactly what you would refer to as a 'bully' but she wasnt exactly liked. The best description would probably be 'fake', from her contour to her eyebrows the bitch was fake. And I hated her. The way she struts about, head held high, thinking she's royalty or something.
I must make it clear that I do not envy her, perhaps the social status she has but nontheless she was ugly, and her ego so large she looked down on everyone like peasants. I won't deny that she has good dress sense but that's what money does to you, it puts you above everybody else in a way that cannot go unseen and as a not-so rich child I happen to come below this psychological hierarchy.

"Argh, I'm pretty sure there was enough room for you to pass me without having to open your mouth" I exclaimed.

But that doesn't mean I have to act like it.

Her cakey face of makeup drawing my attention, the effort she goes through to try and give herself confidence is pathetic, commenting on everyone else's mistakes when she is incapable of merely blending her foundation.
I know what your thinking 'are you sure your not the bitchy one',
I can asure you I am a nice person but she isn't so it's valid that I mock her, perhaps to make myself feel better who knows.

"Oh God! She speaks" Charlotte spat out sarcastically, followed by a quick snigger and a creased smile.

"just because I don't asociate with people like you, does not mean I'm incapable" I stated with confidence.

"Doesn't speak until spoken too, I understand, she's like a dog" Charlotte rumoured.

"Oh yes like a dog. Very creative Charlotte" I laughed, sarcastically applauding her.

She scoffed, clearly bored of the conversation already, focusing her attention on someone behind me eventually moving from my path.

Arghh I can't express how much hatred I have towards the snarky bitch!

Finally reaching the car park I subtly looked around trying to identify which car was mine.
"Jessica!?" A voice carved it's way into my thoughts, finally my vision focusing hands clapped aimlessly in my face searching for my attention.

"Liza" I announced surprised

Liza is my best friend, and after the the year I went through a very trust worthy friend.