Fight Club

Come at Me

I'm just gonna be completely honest with you: high school can kiss my ass.

I mean, I'm fine with learning. Kind of. The only reason I'm going to school is because there's no way I'm gonna end up working the night shift at McDonald's. I get that I'm only a sophomore, but if I'm gonna be a pediatric surgeon, I better be on my game.

I've always had a soft spot for little kids, not in like the creepy way, but I'm sure you know what I mean.  On the other hand, high school teens, that's a totally different story. Words cannot describe how much I loathe more than half of West Lake High School's students.

I'm pretty sure I'm that basic chick who hates the popular people because of some cheesy reason. Well, you're right. I'm just sick and tired of people thinking they're so much better than other people just because they have more money and because they're prettier than other people. Like please, I'm pretty sure those eyelashes aren't you're natural lashes. You can't freakin' go from having bald ass eyelids to eyelashes that can be seen from miles away in a day.

Although high school's a living hell, there's certain things that make it way more bearable. For example my best friend: Giovanna. She's the definition of a best friend, and she basically saved my life. If it wasn't for her I'd probably still be friends with all my fake friends. 

It's a cool Novemver morning. I grab a pop tart and head to school, trying to remember all the medical terms I need to know for today's test. I'm about to cross the street when Giovanna pulls up. "Hola chica," she unlocks her Mercedes Benz and I slide in.

"Thanks for picking me up," I say and then I take a sip of her drink from Starbucks.

"No problemo," She turn down the music. "How's therapy?"

Okay so recently I've been going to therapy because I apparently have anger issues. I may or may not have tackled a girl at camp when she insulted my group's act for the talent show. Oh and I might have possibly punched this one dude who tried to start a fight with my older brother Jake. Ok screw it, I'm an aggressive bitch who needs to control her temper. "It's going well actually, the therapist said I should do something to let out my anger, so I decided I should go back to boxing, in fact, I'm starting today."

"Holy crap really?" Giovanna takes a bite of her breakfast burrito. "I haven't seen you box since seventh grade!"

"I know it's been forever," I reminisce the days when I used to do martial arts, boxing, and wrestling. 

"For real though, you're like the white-asian version of Ronda Rousey!"

I laugh, "Wow there, I'm not that good!"

"Oh my god, shut up! Remember when you had to spar in martial arts and you totally beat up that tall dude! You gave him a nice roundhouse to the head despite how short you are!"

"Congratulations," I laugh some more, "you remember what a roundhouse is."

Giovanna pulls up in the school parking lot and we head inside. People are in their normal cliques talking about the lates gossip like who's dating who, who's knocked up, who's on drugs, who got fired. I'm about to take a sip of my tea when all of a sudden, someone violently bumps into me and causes my drink to wet my outfit. I growl and clench my fists."Hey asshole, manners much!?"

I abruptly turn around to see the Jax Meyers, looking right at me. His eyes challenging, his lips move up into a smirk. "Hmm, Eden Mason," The way he drawls my name sends shivers down my spine. "I see you still haven't lost the attitude."

"I see you still haven't lost the dumb hairstyle. Please, you say that you're not a 'basic rich white boy,' but with that hairstyle, you're not fooling anyone. And also do the earth a favor and quit using a ton of hairspray, I think the chemical's are getting to your brain." I storm inside a groan. "Oh my god he's so annoying."