We're Just Friends

~Chapter 3~

It was finally the end of the day. "Thank fuck!" I exclaimed, walking out of class. "Jane it's only Monday." Rachel said. "I know, four more days of hell to go," I replied, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "Have you heard the dance is coming up?" Rachel asked. "Yep and I'm going," Jane said. "Did you ask someone out?" My best friend had asked me, leading me to laugh for what felt like five straight minutes. I probably looked like I was out of my fucking mind at that moment. "Oh Rachel so naive, I would never ask a guy out. What's the point? The single life is great I mean I'm not stressed or worried and I'm having a great time being me. Why would I want to ruin that?" I asked. "Jane, your always sad that your alone but when someone finally brings up getting a significant other you get a whole speech ready about how you don't want love and how the single life is great. Why do you do that?" She had asked me. "Because then I start to really think about it and it just leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth and a new opinion." I had replied. Most of the time I stand with my opinion the single life is the best life but it can get lonely sometimes. Then other times I look around at the high school relationships and remember being single isn't all that bad. Plus being single is the best. "So anime at my house?" Rachel asked, leaving me to just nod. As we were walking to the school parking lot I saw someone stick their foot out. Before I could do anything I felt myself falling, it was like the whole world was slowing down. Then was felt like forever my body collided with the floor. I could feel all eyes on me. "Sorry I guess I didn't see your ugly ass." I heard a female voice say. I heard some kids laugh or snicker as I got up to face the female that tripped me. It was Lindsay Berlin, the meanest but not the most popular girl in the school. I swear she could make the devil cry. Usually, she just picks on poor Beverly but if she's in a good mood she likes to pick on whoever doesn't fit in. I'm one of those lucky people that can't seem to fit in, people say it's because I'm a bitch but I say it's because they have no personality. "Lindsay we're not looking for any trouble, we just want to get home." Rachel said from behind me. I dusted off the fake dirt on my pants. Lindsay just did her dumb blonde popular bitch laugh. "Well, that's simply too bad. That bitch right there got my shoe dirty." She said, pointing at the shoe that tripped me. The shoes were cleaner than my mind in first grade. "What do you want me to do? Clean them with my homework that had all the wrong answers?" I asked sarcastically. "You don't have to clean them I want you to simply act like a dog and take orders." She replied snarkily. "I'm honored you want me but I don't want to be a sex slave," I said. You could see the blush from embarrassment rush to her face. "No, I want you to be who you truly are, an ignorant bitch but one that at least knows how to do a few simple tasks." She replied. "Let's just go Rachel," I said and sighed heavily. "I feel like I'm losing brain cells as she attempts to insult me and I'm just tired of it," I said, Lindsay's face going to a slight shock. "Lindsay dear, let's call it a day," I replied and with that, I took Rachel's hand and out of school we go. We made it to the parking lot before I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Oh now what?" I quietly asked myself.