To the Bearable Likable You

Chapter 1: *Sniff*

It's not really that I cared. Maybe it's because I'm surprised, or afraid, or maybe because I was nervous.

None of that is possible since A. The only people i actually care about is my best friends Kayla and Sam and my family B. Oliver coming back wouldn't really strike me as a surprise, he was coming back someday. C. Afraid of what?

Nervous seemed to make more sense. Mostly because before he left he actually visited me, after seven years of silence only knowing the past and rumors of each other. He'll most probably speak to me, that's kinda certain in my head.

I arrived to school at my usual schedule of five minutes before class starts. Rushing towards my locker as many others. Papers fluttered all over the hallway as the youthful chased after them. With my head down I felt a bump hit my head as I faced down puzzling out what books I were to leave.Holly Starling, I hadn't even raised my head up but the smell of elegant sacred Coach perfume and evident cow leather mini skirt.

"Whoa there Jess, darling." she giggled and mumbled, "It used to be Lana Del Rey's blouse, you know?" My name is Giselle Pierce. People call me Jess, since Gis part in Giselle sounds like Jess. No confusion please.

"Sorry. Just heading to class." I said forcing a smile.

"Oh it's fine since your just adorable. Can you be a dear and tell Kayla to please talk to me A-S-A-P." she said pinching my cheek as if she were my grandma.

I nodded as a grin appeared on her face when she casually scurried away.I quickly grabbed my textbooks for English when I arrived to my safe spot that is my locker. I love lockers, they're like the most trustful source to keep all your personal needs.

That sun tanned, blonde, and curvy female I just talked to in the name of Holly Starling. I've had a history with Holly Starling since first grade. Let's began of that I used to be a little fat kid, whom would always be adherent to wear a horrible hairstyle of two little Minnie Mouse style on right on top of my head with loose dry hair. And to finish off, my bangs were pretty much just a little Superman curl on my forehead.

Needless to say, I thought I looked cute like a princess. The kids in school didn't think so, I was bullied with some clever nicknames like Mrs. Bush (That one was the best), Nacho Libre's sister, etc. Molly didn't call me any of that though. In fact she'd always tell me I was beautiful (Of course after that she'd always say "but i'm prettier") being her in fact the prettiest girl in class. Being called beautiful by her was as if Bill Gates wrote you down on his Will. It certainly caught the attention, in some occasions stopped the bullying, and totally got you friends. Even though Holly and I weren't actually official best friends at any points, she really helped me and was sweet to me. So on until today, 60 pounds less, ironed bangs, and natural let down brown wavy hair later, I respect Molly.

Even though she does have a bitch image like many popular kids. She's not the Popular Queen Bitch, that'd be another.

First week of school you'd expect it to go slow. It's not. We were scheduled a quiz already on english. It's a non-study quiz, it's just about what we already know. Except my english knowledge is 0. All I know is how to speak english. Purely. But NO. English here is reading famous literature like Moby Penis and Apples of Wrath or something.

I don't know.

After finishing the quiz I wrote in the bottom of the paper "Sorry" just to somehow make the teacher feel better. Honestly, I did it to make me feel better. My rocker image doesn't take away the fact that I care about getting actual good grades, maybe she'll see pity in my sorry and forget about it. Quickly, I placed the paper next to all the smarter than me in english, papers. Ran towards my locker when the bell rang as if the teacher would call me up after seeing my score.