I Remember You (Editing)

Chapter Three: A Challenge

A few hours before the party

Lunch was definitely my favorite subject, the lack of annoying teachers made it easy to enjoy, however the lunch provided by the school wasn't one of the positives. I figured out years ago that I could just buy my own lunch and bring it to school just for this very reason. By 'my own lunch,' I mean I buy lunch for three people, including myself.

My friends love to mooch off me and my money, that's not to say they are fake friends or anything but they are lazy little pricks. So, the moment I sat down at our table and they looked at my expectantly, I knew they had to be hungry. It's not like I mind buying their lunch, I actually had more money than I needed and spending it on my friends made me happy. Plus...they had enough money to buy a buffet, but what are friends for if not buying food? I'd never say that out loud though, it's funnier to pretend to be annoyed.

"So, what have you got for us today Han-Pan? We saw that bag you put under the table, Hoe. Gimmie the goods." I rolled my eyes when my female friend spoke, not even saying hello, instead referencing the plastic bag I had placed on the floor as I sat at our table.

"Why do you always call me that? Just cause I'm pansexual?" She only nodded in response, a playful grin coming across her beautiful face.

This is the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth. My Asshole. My best friend and personal bitch, Arianna Blackwell. Gorgeous. Sexy. Stupid. That's my best friend. Her long-ish red hair, reaching just past her shoulders, was flipped, accompanied by an smirk. I resisted the urge to move across the table and run my fingers through her red locks, truthfully I love her hair. I play with it occasionally because it's silky and soft, also because it annoys Arianna the most when people touch her hair.

And what am I good for if not annoying my best friend.

Arianna has these dark brown eyes, that look black, but sometimes when she feels a certain way her eyes turn a lighter shade of brown that's really pretty. Her pale face is littered with cute freckles, dotting across her entire face and even to her shoulders. I tried to count her freckles when we younger, I got to fifty seven before getting distracted.

People in this school think I have feelings for Arianna, or that we're secretly fucking because of how much we hang out. I don't like her in that way, and sometimes I don't like her at all. We're just friends, best friends actually, but I can just acknowledge when someone is sexy as hell.

Arianna made herself out to be a slut by the way she dressed, and with my reputation, people seemed to think that we're closeted fuck buddies. Yet, Arianna has stated that she's straight many times over. Although, the redhead doesn't act like it, the type of clothes my friend wears is the type of clothing a typical school slut would. Believe me, she's not, unless we're talking a slut for food, then I can't defend her.

My friend just knows her figure, she's confident and proud of her body. That's how every girl should be, proud enough of their body to show it off, and Arianna is exactly like that.

It's not like she is having sex with every guy who came her way. My best friend isn't the whore people make her out to be, I call her whore because I can, I'm her friend, others don't get that privilege.

The female redhead wore a white shirt with Miney Mouse on the front, it was a pretty normal t-shirt...until you realized that each time she moved it lifted up and showed off her stomach...and the shortest blue jean short shorts. Fucking hell, that's a mouth full.

The only thing about her outfit that wasn't revealing were the shoes, which where regular sneakers, something I could appreciate.

"Just show us the stuff, Hannah!" The next culprit. The ever-loving man prostitute, Nayvon Blackwell. He's a man hoe. This is Arianna's older brother, a grade above us...or he's supposed to be. It was weird, Nayvon was only born a few mintues before Arianna but because of the timing, he was technically born a day before, evelen fifty six pm. Arianna was born the next day, at exactly twelve ten am.