I…hate…bus rides. I am not talking about your usual, get on get off, noisy and crowded kind of deal. I mean awful, hot and sweaty, no leg room, horror filled, high school bus ride. The ones where you can’t breathe because it smells so bad and almost everyone is talking non-stop. It’s even worse on the first day of school because nobody knows what bus to get on or how the stops work. It is awful and it seems to be the longest bus ride of the year. I walked down the crowded aisle to the back seat. I liked being close to the emergency exit because I wasn’t taking any chances of dying in a crash or fire just because the bus driver goes mental. That is not how I plan on ending my life. As I sit down I take in the whole chaotic scene. People are standing in their seats and yelling out the windows. Some are scrunched up in front of the air conditioner and some people, like me, are sitting away from all of it wondering how the maturity levels of high schoolers has sunk this low. This bus seems way too crowded for all of the hyper teenagers in it. I close my eyes and try to block out the sound of someone yelling to another bus. Suddenly, I am jerked back to the scene by the thump sound of someone sitting in the seat beside me. My eyes shoot open and I look in the other seat to find someone I never thought I would see. He didn’t even notice me he just threw his bag next to him and pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyes didn’t even look remotely in my direction. I was too busy thinking of my hallway experience with him to realize I was staring. He moved uncomfortably in his seat and then met my eyes.
“Hey,” he said casually.
“Hey”
“How was your first day of school?”
“Uh, okay I guess.” I could tell I sounded still in shock so I tried to loosen up. “How was yours?”
“Fine. I am sorry for running into you. I really didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay. I am fine, really.”
“I heard about what happened with Kimberly.” He said looking down. At this moment my heart has officially dropped and I am debating ways to kill she-bitch. I can’t even think straight. Are people seriously talking about?
“You heard from who?” I said eyeing him suspiciously. I don’t want to ruin my opportunity to actually talk to a guy while wearing this. Guys never talk to me when I’m in nerd mode. Which is always.
“Kimberly…my girlfriend,” he said with a sorry look. That killed me. I was only a little bit alive but, that killed me. I can’t think straight and I’m too upset to even process things. I try to form words but I can’t. How the guy that actually notices me could be dating the she-bitch. The slutty, out of control, too blonde to think, irritating, and most awful She-bitch. Maybe all guys are like that. I turned away from him and sat silently on the ride home. I was in amazement that he could be like all the other man whores. He probably sleeps with every girl and this is his choice of the week. I try to refuse the thoughts about him being a jerk but I can’t. I’m too smart be played like that. He helped me up today because he saw that I was a girl with low self-esteem. I can’t just be the nerd anymore. As the bus stops at my house, I grab my bag out of the aisle and get off. I wait for it to pass by and then walk up the drive way. My house is huge because my strict parents are both lawyers. They make a ton of money because they own their own law firm. They aren’t home as much these days because they are working on a really important case for the government. I unlock the door and step in to the giant living room. I put my bag in the coat closet and dismiss the thought of homework. I’m too mad for homework. I walk up the stairs and into the hallway. I pass my parents old home off and see that it is empty like always. In my blue and green decorated room I find that they delivered my glass coffee table. I am in the middle of redesigning it. It has blue walls with green plant wall art. My bed is white and my comforter is black with blue leaves on the edges. I have a ton of pillows and in the middle is one that say love. Ahh, love. It sucks. I have a very large room that is set up like a loft. My window seat has been made into a couch with a ton of decorated pillows. In front of it is my coffee table and beside it is my mini fridge. I have a huge closet too but most of my clothes are all made to cover me up completely. I have a lot of luxuries too. I have an apple laptop, iPhone, 70in flat screen tv and a lot of other cool stuff. I sit down at my computer and check my email. I have three new emails. One from Wattpad, kohl’s, and someone I don’t recognize. I open the unknown email.
Dear nerd,
Thanks for giving me a great story to tell my boyfriend. Back off. We both know you don’t stand a chance against me. You’re too…nerdy. You aren’t worth the time I am putting into sending this email. I just want to let you know where your place is…on the floor looking for your glasses. Don’t disrespect me like that again. I’m too popular for you. Here is some advice out of the kindness in my heart. Don’t get in my way. Stay away from my boyfriend and realize that you aren’t meant to be recognized. You are a floor mopping chick who should follow behind me. Start worshiping the ground I walk on instead of trying to be a hero. You’re too weak for that.
Love and hugs, Kimberly.
That is the last straw. Bitches will start dying. I am so sick of being the outsider. The nerd who always is pushed around. It’s about time I give Kimberly some competition. I close my laptop and get up from my chair. I may be 15 and not a legal driver but I’m driving today. I grab my purse and keys and walk to the garage. I love my car. It’s a purple bug with hello kitty all over it. I click the button and listen to it chirp to life. My parents won’t be back for hours so I can go shopping for some sluttier clothes. If I get caught though, my good girl rep is over. I have been working on that rep forever. I have to make sure I’m back well before they get home and I don’t spend too much on my dad’s credit card that he set up for me. I hop in the car and back out of the drive way. I am a pretty good driver for someone who doesn’t have their license yet. I shouldn’t get caught being under age because I look older than I really am. The mall is empty at this time of day. All the stores are clear except for a few stray shoppers. I walk into the first store that is essential for my new look, Victoria’s Secret. I need a new push-up bra to give my c’s a little extra flare. I walk in and a nice lady comes to my aid. After trying on a gazillion bras, I finally find one that looks and feels great. Next I hit up Maurice’s. This store has all kind of slutty looking skirts. I find a really short black one on the clearance rack. I’m going to need a couple though so I search the store for the shortest, most demeaning skirts I can find. I settle on two black ones and a pink one. Screw uniforms. I pay with my credit card and leave to find me some really slutty tops. In the back of rue 21 is a bunch of tube tops and slutty shirts. I pick up several white ones and a couple in other colors and pay once again with my dad’s card. This is going to be so much fun. I travel through the whole mall shopping for what I really liked. I find a lot of skirts and slutty shirts but they all are missing something. I go into a hair salon and get my hair cut and styled in the hottest way I can without my parents noticing. I am finally ready. I walk towards the exit when something catches my eye. I look in the window of a shoe show and find a pair of 10 inch black heel boots. Beside them sits a pair of black fishnets. Before I can even look at other shoes I am carrying a pair of size 9 boots and fishnets with me. This is what I need. I pay and leave so I can get home before my parents.
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