Ch. 07: Cheer Queers

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DEDICATION

I'd like to dedicate this to lovesreadingbooks because she was my third fan! I really do appreciate the love and support each and every one of you give me, you really have no idea (: Round of applause for her!!!

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Mrs. Kelly was really kicking our asses today, doubling our 20 minute run/walk to a 40 minute run/walk in PE. Typically we’d do two miles in 20 minutes, but since we were being “disrespectful delinquents”, she decided to make us do four in 40 minutes. Which is dumb in my opinion. It was a trillion degrees out here, and I was dying in this all black PE uniform. My hairband broke when I tried to tie my hair, and I couldn’t go back to my locker room to get another one, so me being the desperate girl I am, I used a rubber band I found on the side of the track. Hopefully it wasn’t in anyone’s ass. 

“Chanler, what lap are you on?” Sharice asked me before I pulled one of my earbuds out of my ears. 

“I think 14, why?” I asked before using my arm to wipe the sweat off my forehead. I felt so incredibly disgusting right now. And there were cute guys in the other class that were running with us, I felt so dumb!

“Jeez! You’re like four laps ahead of me!” she said before running ahead of me. When I reached the curve of the track, I slowed down into a walk, and walked the rest of the time. I only got around 15 times before the 40 minutes was up, but that was better than five laps, right? Right. 

Jessica was in my PE class, and when I saw her talking to Zachary on the way back to the locker rooms, I just wanted to rip those fake extensions out of her hair and choke her with them. I absolutely hate when people mess with what’s clearly mine. And although we’re not dating, we practically were. And it was to the point where our teachers asked us if we were boyfriend/girlfriend. If teachers can assume it, then it means it’s like we’re dating. So Zachary is mine, thank you very much. 

When I stormed past the both of them, I became reckless in the locker room. With a scowl on my face, I grabbed all the things I’d need to shower and went straight for one of the three individual shower stalls and turned the water all the way down to cold. 

It was kind of weird showering, because I could hear other girls waiting to shower, or girls rinsing off in the community shower circle thing. When I was finished, I dried my body and put on my fresh undergarments and clothes, tied my hair in my towel, and walked out and to my locker. Spinning my lock in, I tossed the lock inside once I got it open. I was so glad I got the big locker, I don’t know how some of these girls were content with the regular small ones, I couldn’t even put my face in those! I looked in my mirror and saw a rat standing behind me. 

“What Jessica,” I snapped before I started putting on deodorant and perfume. 

“Why are you trying to steal my boyfriend?” she hissed.

“Jessica, I don’t know how to say this nicely, but your bitch ass dumped him so you could suck John’s dick,” I said in a fake sweet voice. John, AKA Johnny, was one of the biggest man whores I met in my entire life. He was pretty good looking, a 10 in most girl’s eyes, but an eight in mine. His longest relationship was 12 days, and he has sex with about five different girls a week. His “go to girl” was Jessica, and they’ve been screwing around for as long as I remember. They went out in eighth grade, and to this day, I still remember hearing the rumors that they lost their virginity to each other in the E building girl’s bathroom. How romantic, huh?

“At least Zac loves me!” she said. I looked up at her in my mirror, as she glared at me through it. 

“Loves you?” I began, turning to look at her heavily packed with makeup face. “Jessica he doesn’t love you, he lusts you, same feeling you have for him. You’re just mad because he wants me and not you,” I said and felt a smirk growing upon my face when I ended my sentence. By now, girls were turning from their friends to us, sensing a fight coming on. However, missing five days of school because I beat this little thing up was not worth it. 

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