My Bowling Girl ✔️

"Please Leo, I will do anything."

First day of senior year, just damn great. At least I finished my college essays. We moved from LA to NY Just a week ago and I already have to start school. We moved because I needed a new start. Away from the town, away from the school, away from the judgy students, away from the lies, but most of all, away from him. Better a year late than never. I wore a pink top tied at the bottom, skinny light blue jeans, and grey ballet flats. I put my brown hair in a twist and let it rest on my right shoulder. and took along my black bag. It was more of a large handbag than a backpack, but my mom wanted me to have what was in at the moment. I know it her way of apologizing trying to give me a normal life, but she does not get that she did not do anything. No. This one was completely on me. I went downstairs to look for my mother so that I could get a ride. Oh shit, I forgot. She has her interview today.  Who is going to give me a ride? I pulled up google maps. Ugh the place is 40 minutes walking. Maybe I get get there in 25 if I run all the way. Thank the lords I did track. Great. I am going to be late on my first day and appear all sweaty. I left the house ready to start running when I heard the sound of one thing I hoped to never hear again.

vroom vroom.

I turned around hesitantly to find oh Mr. Bad Boy on a motorcycle. He was wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket and black ripped skinny jeans with his brown hair messy. He looked completely drool-worthy in it.

What are you thinking Elaina? You cannot like a bad boy! Remember what happened last time?

I never said I liked him, just that he looks good.

"Your mom stopped by. Told me something about you having the memory of a goldfish and needing a ride to school." He said amused, looking up at me.

"Oh, it's you again, bowling girl!" Leo said finally realizing who it was.

"Yeah it is you, Lee, can we er... not take that. Please." I ask. I knew riding a motorcycle would give me memorize and I was still not comfortable touching guys even a year later. I knew riding it would bring back the tears and memories.

"Sorry, no can do. Is the not good girl afraid of a motorcycle? Seems like a pretty good girl to me." Leo smirked. I was on the verge of crying. No. No. No. I cannot ride it.

"Please Leo, I will do anything," I begged. I could feel the tears clouding my vision. I heard Leo sigh.

"Okay, anything. " Leo replied. He went into his garage and came out in a fancy car. I hop in feeling relieved that I did not have to ride a motorcycle. After the initial shock, I was finally able to speak again.

"Looks like another thing to add to our not cliche story. The bad boy generally forces the good girl to ride the motorcycle, but you did not." I added not fully thinking. I heard Leo chuckle.

"Okay, but how about the fact that you are my next-door neighbor, I'm giving you a ride, and I have a nickname for you already Bowling girl," Leo stated raising an eyebrow as I scoffed.

"Just drive dumbass."

"Another thing to add." He replies.

We finally reached and of course, everyone was staring at us. Typical. I stepped out of the car and waited for Leo to come out, but instead, he drove away. Typical, ditching. I sighed knowing I would have to face this alone. I entered the school as the crowed died out, but I could still hear the faint whispers. Two girls with overly powdered makeup and perfect manicures came in.

"Hey. Let me guess, you both are bitches who think you are so popular and you think everyone loves you when in reality everyone hates you and all the guys like you because you spread your legs more than the amounts of time Americans have spread butter on toast in the past decade. Also, you are jealous because I rode to school with Leo and you are delusional into thinking that he is your boyfriend and you are in love." I replied bored looking at my nails.

"Actually, he is my boyfriend for real and we are popular and we are in love. Plus you are the only bitch I see." One of them replied. Honestly, under all of their makeup, I could not tell them apart from one from the other. 

"You denied everything other than you spreading your legs more than Americans spread butter on toast." I leave the hallway only to bump into someone else.

"Hey new girl, need a little help." I hear a voice say. I look up to see a pair of striking blue eyes I'm sure most girls would cave into them, but not me.  I just glared at him. 

"MY NAME IS NOT NEW GIRL." I snarled. Great, just what I needed. My plan was simple. Lie low. Don't make friends. Get through senior year with straight A's to get into my dream college. And NO BOYS! But noooo, I've already got the pops hating me, the bad boy knows who I am, and so does the athletic good boy?

"Well then, why don't you tell me your name." He asked. 

"Elaina," I mumbled.

"Nice to meet you. I was wondering if I could join you for lunch today."I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Was he asking me on a date? Already? Why me, I am pretty average and he could get anything. Well pretty average aside from my shining blue eyes. On any girl, they would be attractive, but on me, they look like they did not fit. A plain jane like me and bright blue eyes. Nope.

A/n: I don't think these things necessarily about BP.

"As friends" He quickly clarified realizing his mistake. Of course he was not. Who would ask me on a date? Well other than if they want to take advantage of me. I guess it would not hurt to have some friends. 

"Okay sure." I sighed.

"By the way, the name is Griffin, but you can call me Griff." He smiled.

"Nope. You need a nickname!!!!!" I squeal. Can you blame me? I love giving people nicknames. I hear Griff let out a groan. Wait...Griff...

"I know the perfect nickname for you...." I smirk.

And scene.

I basically did this to all of my friends. Yah I gave them the worst nicknames I could possibly think of like I called my guy friend Gigi. Yeah named after the popular kid from wizards of wavery place. He should be honored that show is amaziiiiing. Okay but you guys are probably not here to hear my life story, but I still have one.

This spider smaller than my finger was spinning a web the size of my door. THE SIZE OF MY DOOR.  LIKE HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE. Won't it get lost in its own web.

Spider: Wait a minute fly, I will be back TO EAT YOU

*Spider leaves to other end of web*

Spider: Hmmmm now where is the dining hall? To the left?

ONE HOUR LATER

Spider: You know, I'm sure I can catch something else for lunch instead. This time I won't leave it alone and get lost. Moving is tough... At least now I can cross off getting lost in my own house off the bucket list.

Okay that is literally on my bucket list right after getting lost in a cornfield

So I got lost in shoprite because there are frigging two different places to store bread. ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF SHOPRITE. Like literally the opposite side. And it was a stupid decision. Like keep all of your bread in one area! HELLO ORGANIZATION?!

okay I know I'm not funny, but whatevs.

<3

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