Daydreaming

Smith's Reaction

The bell sounds off, telling us it's time to go home. Finally! This has been one of the most stressful weeks. So many tests I had to study for, my boyfriend, Smith, has been moody, tennis conditioning has been killing me, I had to present a project to class, and to top it all off my clothes were stolen in gym. It's been so hectic. Walking down the hallway, I see a guy hovering over a girl against my locker. Stupid people, get out of my way. I was about to say something until, I noticed this isn't just some guy, "What the hell?" I whispered to myself, and ducked behind the trash can quickly. Seeing his signature green eyes, it confirmed my suspicion. Tears brimmed my eyes as I contemplated going after him now or ignoring him. "Come on, Ashley you know you can't resist me," he kissed on her neck making her whimper. "Smith, you have a girlfriend. I'm not gonna help you cheat again," she giggled while he playfully growled. "That didn't stop you last time. You and those amazing lips of yours. Please, just one more time? Besides, I don't care for Lizzie. She doesn't excite me anymore." Before I comprehend what I'm doing, my feet carried me behind him, and my hand smacks him in the head. "You lying son of a bitch. Why don't you just back the hell out of here. Alright, well, since I mean nothing, keep sucking on your girl, and I'll just continue telling everyone how much of a small dick you have," I say seriously angry. My lips in a tight line while my eyes land on 'Ashley.' Showing her the small space between my thumb and pointer finger, nodding my head, and mouthing the word 'tiny.' "Not that you wouldn't know, since your lips are so amazing," I emphasized the amazing before I turn on the heel of my foot and stalk away. Angry tears fall down my face. "Lizzie, baby, you're not breaking up with me are you?" The noise from my mouth is unknown, but loud while I counter "Breaking up? That's an understatement to what we are doing. You will no longer think about me, talk about me, talk to me, look at me, and if I find out you're doing any of these things or at the least my name is muttered near you, I will end you, and tell everyone what you told me when we went to the lake and you were drunk. You remember don't you? The secret handshake that you learned at summer camp that involved dropping your pants and-" His hands flew to my mouth,"OKAY. I promise." He took his hand off my mouth just before I could bite it. "Alright but realize that you'll never find anyone like me, again." He looked smug with his answer. I turned around and yelled "That's the point!" I was beyond pissed, and hurt. I spent two hours at home just angrily pacing my room, but then it hit. He cheated on me, again. This is the third time. The first time I still had a soft spot for him, and accepted his small apology. Why was I so stupid? The second two times were with that slut Ashley. I've wasted the last two years of my life with that loser. Hot tears rolled down my cheek, and snot slid out of my nose. I trusted him. I loved this guy. How could I not see how much of a douche he was? All that time is gone now. By this point I was a blubbering mess curled up on my bed.

I don't think I left my room at all this weekend. A small knock comes at my door, and it's my mom with food. "I'm not hungry. At all," I say sternly without glance. "Honey, it's Sunday night. If you don't get up and walk now, you'll be like Bambi at school tomorrow." She set my food down, and I rose from my cocoon. I felt so groggy and gross. I'm sweating, and my makeup is smeared from Friday. I haven't showered at all making me stink. This is absolutely disgusting. "You know, this is your chance to come back tomorrow hotter than ever." I snap my eyes to her, "What do you mean?" She grabs my hand, and helps me stand. My knees bend, and my feet wobble. "They were asleep!" Motioning to my legs while hoisting my way back up. She shook her head, "Wake them up then. Now Listen, you could go to school tomorrow looking all hot, and show Smith how much he is missing out on. You are gorgeous. Don't let him falter that smile honey." She kisses me on the cheek and rubs my back. Leaving the untouched food, she walks out of my door, quietly closing it. I turn to the mirror and cringe. Hair is sticking up with grease, mascara is rubbed all over my face, my breathe is repulsive, and over all I need a shower. Grabbing my towel, and heading to the bathroom, I rid myself of these sticky clothes. It's so refreshing to have hot water run all over me, after all this moping.

I step out of the shower, wrapping my body in the light pink towel. I take a look In the fogged mirror, and smile. All better. My mom was completely right, I am hot stuff! I dry off, and slide my pajamas on ready to start the day tomorrow. I plan out everything, starting with my outfit. A red tube dress that goes just above my knees with crossing straps around my chest to show of my curves. A studded black leather jacket to deem it 'school appropriate,' and black heels to match. I will do a natural smokey eye, with a red lip, and let my natural waves cascade down my back. I dare him to come near me, because he'll be crawling back and while he is on the ground I'm gonna kick him around just a bit.

The next morning, I do everything I planned the night before, and I'm drop dead gorgeous. This might sound conceded, but I can't even handle myself right now. Grabbing my things, I make my way out to my car then start the engine. The drive there works up my nerves, but I don't let that stop me from going in. I do my model walk, the one Tyra Banks showed me on ANTM, into the school. Swaying my hips to the doors. The day hasn't fully started yet, and outsiders are looking at me. Awesome! Sashaying my way down the hall, I've never noticed how many cute boys are at my school. "Well Hell-o Lizzie!" Mark whistled as I walk by. Smirking I ignore his comment, and many others added on. Teachers, students, staff are all gawking at me. I can't wait to see Smiths reaction.

Where is this boy? He's there when I don't want him to be, but when I need him to be, he isn't. What the heck? I'm at my locker, shoving things in, and I haven't seen him all day long. Shutting the door, a familiar face appears next to mine. A smirk deepening on my face. "Hey, babe. Listen, I know you said stay away from you and all, but damn baby girl. You are so fine. You've got me sweating all day long, just Itching to see what's under those clothes. And-" Before he could finish his sentence, I kissed the boy who uses the locker next to mine. He is shocked at first, but once he realized it's me, we were flipped while he's hovering over me. His hands on my hips, and tongue pushed inside my mouth. I pull away, wiping the lipstick from my lips. I get a good look at him, and smile with a wink, "Thanks Babe." The shock on Smiths face was very evident. His eyes were smoldering, and his mouth half open. He looked very upset to say the least. Just what I was looking for.

A/n

Soooo.... GIRL POWER. Totally over guys right now. They're so stupid sometimes. Geesh. So is anyone actually reading these? 😂✌️✌️