As I walk through the halls of hell I see people I can't stand, and people I adore. My best friends Sam and Kian being being some of the few that I adore. We've all been best friends since the 6th grade, and I plan on keeping it that way for as long as I live.
By the looks of it I may sound like a complete bitch but nope, people should really stop making assumptions because I don't exactly know what I am, but I'm the furthest thing from being a bitch. I don't have much friends but the ones I do have know that I'm pretty shy. Scratch that. Extremely shy.
The type of shy where you walk down the halls with your head down trying to avoid eye contact with everyone you pass by unless you know you can have a conversation with them without it being awkward.
The type of shy that when you talk to anyone you aren't close friends with or infront of the class, your voice gets all high pitched to the point where they laugh in your face.
And that my friend, is a small portion of the reason why I am how I am. If I do talk, people laugh at my high pitched voice which let me tell you, is definitely not high pitched when I talk to my friends or family, and when I don't, talk people call me a freak and a loner. Either way I loose.
I've taught myself to ignore all the rude comments. I know who I am and what people call me really doesn't effect me anymore. People can think what they want about me, I couldn't care less.
I walk towards my locker with Kians arm around my shoulder and Sams around my waist. As I get closer I quickly turn around clearly worrying Kian and Sam.
"Woah, babe what the frick?"
(A/N: Cue Brent riveras voice)
Kian and Sam say in sync
I know what you're thinking, who the hell calls they're best friend babe? Well, lemme explain. Kian, Sam, & I have all been best friends for 6 years. We all call each other babe. Sam calls kian babe, kian calls sam babe, kian and sam call me babe and I call them babe.
After processing Kian and Sams question for a good 2 minutes, I finally managed to spit something out, it wasn't much, but it was something.
"Jc happened."
"Wait, Jc as in me & Sams Jc, as in Jc Caylen, As in the Jc, Jc?" I heard Kian ask
"What the hell do you mean by your & Sams Jc?"
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