Right Now

Chapter 2

"Ugh. I'm so happy this train-wreck of a year is over." I exclaimed while climbing out of Julia's car. Julia nodded in agreement.

We were both leaving this year as Seniors; Julia, though, this being her second time as a Senior. The teachers held her back due to her "mental instability". (Lol)

As we walked up to the front door of Chesterfield High, I mentally checked Julia's outfit, a pass time she always asked me to take part in.

She wore a black tank-top, -probably from Pac-Sun or H&M, those being her favorite stores- and denim shorts that were similar to mine.

"Nice." I said with satisfaction. She smiled back at me sticking out her surprisingly pointed tongue.

I pulled the door open for both of us. Let the bullying commence.

Both of us have been bullied close to everyday this year, Julia for being held back, and me for my awful, yet popular boyfriend, Chase. All the other popular girls were jealous of what me and Chase had. I all have to say is boo you, whores.

Chase looked up from his sports magazine and rushed over to my side.

"Hey, babe." he said while kissing my forehead.

"Hey." I cooly replied.

Julia just stuck out her pointed tongue like she was about to puke. She wasn't really into boys or anyone really.

The three of us walked down the hallway to our assigned homerooms, Julia and I were in the same one.

"Hey, Geek." said a voice, followed by quiet giggling.

Oh hooray! Its Amber Riley, Chase's ex girlfriend and the biggest bully ever.

"Hey, we prefer to be called poindexters." I explained, trying to laugh off her disappointed insult.

Amber rolled her eyes and walked to the back of the classroom, followed by her possy.

Julia and I exchanged high fives and laughed.

But Amber didn't give up. She took her "fancy Figi water" and poured it right over our heads. We shook it off. This happened at least once a week. 

Julia and I exused ourselves from homeroom and went to our lockers where we kept extra clothes.

I changed into my Les Miz shirt that my Mom got on her stop in Paris for her job, and the existing shorts that I already had on.

I let Julia borrow one of my various One Direction shirts. She snorted, "Oh HELL no! I am NOT wearing this." 

"Its the only thing I have." I answered stifling a giggle.

Julia groaned, grabbed the shirt, and went into the bathroom.