suck it, blythe! ↝ shirbert

one-fuck him

anne's pov

september first. the day i've been dreading all summer. the first day of school. blythe.

oh how my blood boils when i think of the wretched boy. he is an absolute animal and i have no idea how he has girls falling at his feet. he is despicable.

i sigh at the thought of having to see him everyday-no doubt i had classes with him, us being the top two smartest students in the whole school.

i decide not to let the boy cloud my thoughts as i tie my red hair into two braids.

bing!

kindred spirit.💛🌻

are you ready yet anne? jerry says we'll be there in about five minutes

almost. god i can't believe the gang's gonna be back together again

we hung out all summer

but now we'll be envied, my dearest diana

whatever you say, carrots

DO NOT CALL ME THAT

why? because only *swoons* gillllbert can call you that?

because you know i despise my red hair diana barry!

and you know i hate blythe

blythe? are last names your kink now dearest anne?

oh fuck off

whatever you say, we're pulling in now

kill me now

i shove my phone in my pocket and run downstairs.

"bye matthew! bye marilla!"

"have a good first day!" matthew called

"say hi to gilbert for me!"

"very funny marilla" i rolled my eyes and walked out the door.

"sup fuckers" i greeted, hopping into the back seat of jerry's convertible.

oh how i missed this. car rides were always the same; jerry picking us up in his convertible, ruby sitting in the passenger seat, diana and i in the back seat, and jane and tillie sitting in the floor.

ruby and jerry have been dating since 7th grade, but we had all called it way before then. everyone knew that diana and charlie sloane were completely gone for each other, but both too shy to do anything about it. tillie had started dating moody splurgen during the second semester of 9th grade, but nobody had expected that. as for jane, she came out as lesbian on the last day of school last year but said she just really wasn't looking for a relationship at the moment.

and me. i feel like i'm just destined to be alone. i've never had a crush on anybody nor has anybody had a crush on me. it's quite sad actually, so i try not to think about it much.

"anne? anne! we're here!" diana spoke, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"shit. sophomore year. let's do this fuckers!" i yell, jumping out of the car.

"my my my, that sure is some vulgar language for a woman of your age, shirley" a voice sounded behind me.

blythe.

"that sure is an annoying personality for a man of your age, blythe" i say turning around to face him.

"it's a gift, really" he smirks.

i roll my eyes in exasperation.

"don't you have other people to annoy?"

"oh my dearest anne," he pretended to swoon over himself, "of course i do, but you're my favorite to annoy" he said.

and then he reached down and pinched. my. cheek.

HE FUCKING PINCHED MY CHEEK.

DO I LOOK SIX YEARS OLD?

"gilbert blythe you are absurd!" i scream, smacking him straight across his stupid face, much like in second grade, when he called my carrots and i smacked him with my white board.

he looks taken aback at first, but quickly regains his composure.

"haven't changed since second grade," he chuckles, "see you later, princess" he smirks walking away.

fucker.

"anne shirley-cuthbert are you blushing?!" jane yells.

"of course not!"

"then why is your face as red as your hair?" ruby asks, giggling to herself.

"because nobody makes me angrier than that imbecile!" i yell in my own defense, turning my back to them and walking into school, towards my locker.

of course they follow and by the time i have it open, diana is by my side.

"anne, are you sure you weren't blushing because of gilbert?"

"absolutely not! fuck him!" i yell a bit too loudly.

and of course this caused the bane of my existence to come casually strolling over as if we were best buds.

"'fuck him'? oh boy i hope we're talking about me"

"you're a disgusting individual, gilbert blythe, and i hate you with all my being"

and with that i spun on my heel and walked to geometry with my head held high.

that is until the teacher started talking about a year long project that we'll be doing in partners.

and of course my partner was gilbert fucking blythe.