Reflections

One

She quickly touched up her lipstick and put the tube in her bag.
She walked to her car and stepped in, closing the door after her.
She drove a few miles to the graveyard.
She ditched her car a bit away from the graveyard and strut inside the gates, wearing heals and a small black dress, she looked very out of place.
She looked around and pulled out her phone to illuminate the area around her.
She walked around, looking on the ground, she smiled to herself and kicked the dirt off a freshly dug grave.
"That's rude to the dead you know."
The voice came from behind a statue.
She turned and peered around the statue.
Behind there, smoking a cigarette, was a young man, around 17 or 18, "hello Juliette."
"Romeo." She grinned.
She walked over and kissed him. He pushed her away and took another breath of smoke, "I hate that name."
"Sorry Gill." She laughed and sat behind the statue.
He sat next to her and handed her a bottle, "why did you choose this place to meet?"
"It's...interesting isn't it?"
"Sure but why did you chose it?" He rolled his eyes.
She smirked, "because we're alone. So we can do what we want."
He leaned back in for a kiss, she touched his mouth and pushed him away, "take it slow big guy. Let's start with drinking okay?"
"Oh fine." He took out another bottle and looked around, "it's a bit cold,"
He put an arm around her,  "that's better."
She smiled and curled into his arm, "yeah. It is better."

They woke up at dawn and pulled their askew clothes on.
Gill smoothed his hair back with a comb and smirked at her, "see ya in class okay sweet cheeks?"
"Sure." She took out her small mirror from her purse and tamed her hair before going back to her car.

She knew everyone in school knew what she did.
She strut inside the building and flipped her hair, her perfect makeup shining in the florescent lights, she knew and wore it with pride.
That whore wore it with pride.

She deserved everything that came to her.

Juliette was loved by all. Hated by all.
She did not care. Yet she did.
Most her time was spent in the bathroom either banging or playing with her red hair.
Her friends were always close by.
The males if her group seemed to drool at the sight of her.
All her ex's. Now friends with benefits.

I hated her guts.
I was a year under her, a junior, and all my classmates either looked up to her or tried to look up her skirt.
They didn't care what she'd say, they cared about what she wore what she ate what she did.
No one would believe her if someone did something to her.
Something bad.
Terribly bad.