A/N SORRY BUT THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOM BAD LANGUAGE SORRY 😖😖... also i hope u like it make sure to give me eighteen five star reviews on yelp or else jimmy fallon will vore you☺️☺️☺️
... You heard me correctly, Chad Jake Derrick Austin Justinson is THE second most popular guy in school, leading him to be fairly attractive (though a douchebag nonetheless!). Why I say this? The two correlate, popularity affects hotness for sure honeys! And the correlation is considered real throughout this all since there is no real thought nor solid logic put into any of this! Teehee~~! "What the h*ck do you want from me, Chad?" He is startled by the fact that we aren't even five minutes into this conversation and I've already snapped at his sorry-fuqcboy-ass, though he fully deserves it and should've expected it from me, considering past events that had included us both. "Well, there's no need to get feisty with me, queen! I'm just here to talk, in fact, I have a little query for you~~" I doubt the word query was supposed to be used in this context, but here we are, standing on the sidewalk with each other, talking on the side walk leading to my house! The sidewalk, leading to my house, in which we are both currently standing on together, is now CURSED. "Tch! If this is another one of your insignificant messages that you just have to present to me, then I'll pass! I have a life, things to do, not that you'd be able to relate! Grr!" I am infuriated! There's no time for this nonsense brought to me by an ignorant dickhole! Excuse my potty mouth, but I cannot stand to be here on this sidewalk that leads to my house, MY HOME SWEET HOME, this beyond cursed sidewalk that both Chad and I are conversing on. "D-Did you just fucking growl at me?!" I blush a bright yet really not that bright because it's my face how does my face create a color that is classified as "bright" oh well my cheeks are as luminous as Canopus! Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point by now. Here I am, blushing (out of anger, of course). "Y-Yeah I-I did!! And watch your mouth, bitchstick." Things we're getting out of hand, I didn't realize it until now, but I only have ten minutes to get prepared for my date with Piss! This day had already been a pain in the neck, but now it's ten times worse! Maybe even a million times worse if I'm late to or miss my date!!! I begin to run home, escaping the rather profane conversation. Before Chad can even open his filthy rat mouth, I am gone. Hurriedly, I get ready, rushing myself as I prepare for what will go down in history as the greatest night of my life, despite me saying like three minutes ago that this day was pretty horrid. Quickly, rushing in a hurried fashion I apply purple, sparkly eyeshadow infused with sequins and diamonds straight from Kay Jewelers, my lipstick is bright pink with a slight touch of black. I am ready, it is time.
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Pulling up to the restaurant in my Jordans, I get out of my shoes, immediately slipping into exquisite black heels, that are about two centimeters and eighteen kilometers high, making them around two inches in total. In my heels, my oh so fancy heels, I sigh nervously, in my heels. As I walk into the restaurant, something has automatically made my nerves worsen, I feel pressured. What if I screw it all up?😔 , yes I thought of that emoji whilst asking myself this, suddenly all I see is him. My sunshine, my man, Piss. I love him so much, but I am anticipating the ol' friendzone, even though I have no issues with being his friend at all and just would like to be around him and enjoy his company because I care about and like his personality in general, I dread being friendzoned. There really is nothing bad about it in this scenario, I am just inclined to, as the main protagonist, be upset by the fact that some people may not be ready for a long term relationship, or perhaps they don't like me as much as they thought they would and wish to remain in a platonic relationship with me. Though I'm also allowed to feel upset about such thing, I suppose. B-BUT WHO CARES!! He asked my on this date, why would he even friendzone me? Agh, who knows what'll happen. Better quit thinking so negatively and enjoy the fact that Pisstopher, THE PISSTOPHER, asked me, ME OUT OF EVERYONE, out on a date. Hope all goes well, and thus, it begins...
