Zero

Chapter 5: Elizabeth

~Liz's Point of View~

Of course I flipped him off. What else was I supposed to do? How dare he think he can just smile and wave at me like we're friends

Walking inside the building, I realize I'm going to have to see him in homeroom.  I do not want to be in that already shit class with him at the moment. Deciding to skip, I walk into the girl's restroom on the first floor just as the first period bell begins to ring. I text Thalia.

*come 2 girls restroom on 1 floor* 

One minute later my text alert is going off. God I hate that noise.  I should really change it.

*im n spanish. cant skip*

Ugh. Why does she have to be failing Spanish? Her nanny spoke Spanish for crying out loud.

*please? i have gossip*

Within seconds she replies.

*on my way*

5 minutes later here comes Thalia, strutting in like she is Mrs. America.

The saying "Atleast you're pretty" should be Thalia's motto. Don't get me wrong, the girl has a lot of street smarts.  If you want to know how and where to get a free tattoo, or want to know which bars serve minors, Thalia's your girl. Just don't ask her the capital of California.

She is really pretty though.  The total blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin package.  She could be Barbie's twin, if Barbie cursed and slept with the whole football team.  When we first started the bet, she wasn't even fat.  In fact, she was one of the skinniest girls here.  I kind of feel bad for making her do this bet with me, but she motivates me. Plus she owes me.

Two months ago she went to a party and got totally wasted and slept with some college guy who left before she even woke up.  Guess who stuck picking her up the next day. This girl.  I even had to lie to her parents. Do you know how bad it makes a person feel to lie to the pastor of our community church? That's right; Thalia's dad is the pastor of our church. I guess it's true what they say about pastors' daughters.

"So what's the gossip?" she asks, reapplying her eyeliner.  I honestly don't know how some girls can wear so much makeup. Just give me some concealer and mascara and I'm good to go. "I caught Vanessa smoking." "Shut up. How do you know it was her?" "I went into her bedroom last night and the window was open. When I looked out of it she was in the bushes with some guy smoking a cigarette." "Did you talk to her about it?" "No." I say shaking my head. "She's already 19 plus she's going to college in the fall. I don't care if she's smoking."

The truth is, I do care. A lot. Way more than I should. But it's more for my parents' sake than my own.  I really want them to have one good child that isn't a screw up. If this was a poker game, I would have bet all my chips on Vanessa being the good child.

"I've got to get to class before Señor Lopez starts looking for me. Although that wouldn't be a bad thing." She says, winking before she leaves.

That girl is a slut. She's also my best friend.

Sighing, I grab my backpack, and head to homeroom. It should be almost over  by now.

Walking into the chaos that is homeroom, I thank God that Ms. Hoover is a heavy sleeper, or else I'd already be sent to the principle's office. Quickly walking to the back of the class, I slip into the same desk I've sat all year and try to ignore Ashton's glances.

The red head dude in front of me places a note on my desk. Already knowing what it says, I open it anyway.

"Where were you cow? Munching on some grass so you won't be a fat ass?"

Crumpling the note in my hand, I know it's going to be a long day.