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New Faces

"You've got to be kidding me," Brook said, gritting her teeth. The grasp on her pink hydro flask tightened as I watched her veins pop out on her right hand. I followed her gaze, which was on Damon Reed—a typical high school jock with the fuckboy haircut. He has those mesmerizing blue eyes and when he smiles or smirks, two dimples appear on each side of his cheeks and his eyes smiles along with it. His chin looked perfectly chiseled with his brown facial hair, tracing his God given jawline.

Damon has broad shoulders with a blue Nike duffel bag always hanging on one of his shoulders. He works out and play more than one sport, which explains how fit and toned he was. Though, he isn't often seen wearing the typical letterman jacket.

He dresses more of a bad boy with the cliché black leather jacket over a thin white shirt. It's like the boy has only one black jeans, white shirt, and black leather jacket because it is basically all he ever wears to school. He looks like a college football heartthrob, but he's just a high school senior. Puberty hit him damn good.

I just don't get how he can stand the heat in Arizona and still look fresh and cool with that leather jacket though. Of course, with the bad boy feature, he has a motorcycle he takes to school every once in a while.

He was walking in the cafeteria with a girl whose face I am not familiar with. "Just last month, he was with the other bitch. Now, he already has another girl by his side?"

Brook Hollister, sitting next to me, the girl with the high cheekbones and blue-colored eyes, will forever be jealous of the girl Damon is attached to. She will always be that blonde cheerleader who clings unto Damon, claiming him as her boyfriend even if they are not even dating. Brook will always be that evil Queen Bee, the antagonist, of the love story of Damon and some other girl. That is why Damon Reed is not under my radar anymore. I've given up on that hope. We were never going to be together.

It could never happen and if it did, it wouldn't be right anymore.

Ever since Brook transferred during sophomore year and the Ex-Queen Bee, Heather Cummings—with the many freckles she hides with make-up on her face—has graduated, high school for me has become easier. I did not have to worry about anyone ever bullying me.

I still remember I was invited by this guy in my Geometry class. He had a cute face and all but puberty still hasn't hit him yet at that time. I think he had a thing for me back then. His older brother was hosting a graduation party and apparently, Heather was there, too. I thought it would be the last I see of her when she stood on that podium, except it wasn't. The night she decided to pick on me for one last time, Brook came into my rescue.

She was just new in town and was brought by her cousins to the party. Heather and her army of skanks cornered me in the bathroom but lucky for me, Brook was inside the bath tub. Regardless of how tipsy she was, she stood up for me and literally bitch-slapped Heather, which later sent her crying to her boyfriend.

You can say, Brook is the definition of the typical blonde cheerleader, queen bee, and what-not. At age 15, she was already carrying around Gucci and Giovanna. She is the true definition of a slut, who have had plenty of boyfriends and have lost her virginity at age 14. She was slim fit but of course it wasn't natural for her. She cheerleads and goes to the gym to maintain that kind of body that guys swoon over.

I owed Brook a lot for that night and so I became her friend and we have been friends until senior year. And if being friends means that she gets to boss me around, scare off the people that may harm me, and have me change to be better and stronger, then I guess we are 'friends.'

But of course, there are times when I dislike her. For example, when she clings unto Damon and as well as tell me what to do. I also did not fancy her rude attitude. I guess I got my attitude from her too.