Faking Me - l.h. AU

Chapter One

Fake people.

That’s how you could describe my whole high school experience in two simple words. In a more specific note, as a big ball of sad fake people, looking for a real person to unravel their act.

I know it sounds dumb, fake people trying to be busted being fake, but that’s the whole game they are playing. The plastic cheerleader who wants the guy who can see through the exterior she has worked on and fall for her brain, the jock who wants the girl who likes his personality and not his looks or popularity… they are all working on this big image for someone to tear it apart.

It’s so dumb, seriously.

I don’t want or need someone seeing the real me. I actually work to keep her (me) far far away from, well, me. The real me is a nasty thing no one needs to see, at least until this whole lame excuse of life experience called high school ends.

And there’s only a year until that.

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First day of senior year. Much fun. Very exciting. Not really.

A loud frustrated groan escaped my lips right after the realization of the first day of school arrived and the last day of break passed.  Three cheers for the education system.

Getting myself out of bed I looked around my room, passing from the white walls to the full drawers and the shelves of books, making time so I can finally wake up from my semi-conscious state.

I opened my window in my way to the bathroom in my room. I stood in front of the mirror that had “Zelda” wrote on the top with different letter stickers.

Let’s start there. I’m Zelda Meeley. 17 and counting. Now senior in the dumb as fuck main high school of this city. Don’t mind if I swear. And proudly almost living two lifes.

But aren’t we all doing that?

Sighing to my messy brown hair doing that weird thing where it was in the middle of being curly and being wavy, I gave up on avoiding the topic in my head. That day the daily act begun again.

Armed with my mourning outfit –black on black on black because R.I.P. my life–, my school start playlist and a grilled cheese sandwich I started my walk to school.

Living so close to the school was a good thing when a car wasn’t in the top of my future buys list. Sometimes I ate on my way, sometimes I smoked a cigarette when things got rough or I just listened any playlist I stumble upon.

September in this town was a cold month. Actually, any month in this town was a cold month. Hundreds of miles away from the beach, Fairview had a cold as dicks weather throughout the year, so the needy girls at school had to find more inventive ways to take out their clothes without giving to many people the reason to call them sluts. Or more reasons to do it, however you want to see it.

The fifteen minutes walk to school got me to the parking lot of the high school, where teenagers, almost got out from a High School dumb movie, were reunited in groups. This is where I need to pull myself together for the audience.

The first one to catch me entering school grounds was Casey. Good old sweet Casey. If someone in this school had an ounce of reality on their personalities it was surely Casey. She almost made me feel guilty for not being myself. Bless her heart.

“Zelda!” I heard her almost yelling from a side of the parking lot, next to the school doors, only to turn in her direction and see she was heading in my way,  “Come here!” she said, pulling my into a hug.

“Casey,” I said, muffled by her hair on my face, hugging her back and putting my Oscar winning smile I perfected on my freshmen year, “I missed you so much, girl.”

“Miss no more,” She said pulling back from the hug, thanks god, and leading me to the group she was before she saw me, “Tom is hosting a party this Friday to celebrate the new school year.”

Tom smiled sheepishly at me like there was something embarrassing about that. I just didn’t care and didn’t understand what was there to celebrate about the school starting. Hiding my thoughts from the group I promised Casey I’ll be there before I greeted the rest of the group.

That wasn’t just any group of friends; it was the golden clique, the top of the student body in a group. From Casey, future prom queen since she was a 14 year-old with her golden hair and swimsuit model body, to her boyfriend Tom, tanned quarterback (oh, what a surprise) and leader of the jocks. It was all the high schools clichés in a group of 8 to 11 people.

And the ones that worked the most on their act, I may add.

Excusing myself saying that I wanted to collect some things before classes, I headed first into school, being greeted by some people in my way, forcing me to maintain the smile all the way to my locker.

At Fairview High School, the lockers stayed the same though all four years, except something exceptional happened –fires, nasty pranks, broken locks, so on and so forth. This let the students personalize their lockers throughout the years almost however they want and I went the way I went with everything: stickers.

Sighing in the semi-privacy of my locker, I collected my things, throwing them in the locker and pulling out from one of the pockets of my bag a bunch of stickers I collected on the break. Sticking a triforce next to a sword one and a big gothic “Z” on the corner of the locker door, adding a few more to my collection, I was happy with my tradition at the start of the school year.

Reading my schedule that was send via email during summer I headed to my first class of the day, realizing that this was the beginning of the end.

a/n:

So this started, i guess. 

i kind of dont know what im doing so bare with me, no one, because literally nobody reads this. But ily anyways.

i also kind of hate the title so maybe that will change in a near or far or never future yay

i'll be your new bff (or acquaintance, i dont really know what you are looking in me) if you comment srsly no joke real serious atm.

dedication to the bae that always reads the dumb shit i write, to the bae who read this when it was only a nanowrimo joke, to the bae who would probably flip out when she sees this bc i never told her (i love you boo) and to the bae who never reads luke fics but will read this one bc i'll write her michael smut if she asks.

ily vvvvvv much

Allie