School was starting.
Sorry, let me rephrase.
Hell is starting. And I hate everyone in the school even though I never met any one of them. Except Scott. Scott. We have so much in common it's scary. Cassandra has a major crush on him. Even though he told me that they were never going to happen.
I haven't seen my schedule yet which is very frustrating because now I can't switch into other class that intimidate me to the max. But before I even get ready for school, Scott wants to show me his friend that he has been friends with last year. His only friend before me. Scott is sitting on my bed going on and on about his friend, Match. Yeah, her name is Match. She is also lesbian.
"She's an ass but I am so sure she's gonna like you," Scott says.
I raise my brow. "Which way?" I question.
"I feel like we're gonna stop being friends, though. She's so annoying." Scott continues, ignoring my question.
"Is this how you talk about all of your friends? What do you think of me?" I ask. Scott thought for a while. Not a good sign but I'm anxious for an answer.
"Well, I do have doubts about you, but don't get me wrong you're cool so far." He answered.
I opened my closet and glared at it. "Hmm, what should I wear to school?" I utter to myself.
"Does it matter?" I hear Scott behind me. "There's no one to impress there anyway,"
"True, I just throw on a pair of jeans and search for the cleanest shirt I have." I say. Scott jumps of my bed and stretches high enough to show his belly button.
"Ah, I would love to help, but I gotta go. Wish me luck I don't run into her." Scott says.
"When you're ready meet me at the lot so you meet Match." He says.
I nod and wave for him to go.
"Hey, Scott!" I heard Cassandra's voice from the other room. Followed by a grunt Scott let out.
•••
Outside on the lot, I spot Scott and Match sitting there. The same spot I sat when I first met Scott. I felt nervous and I don't know why. Is Match even worth to impress? I haven't met her so it shouldn't matter but it just felt weird.
"Hey," I say next Match. "You must be Match."
Without even looking at me she nods as she gazes at the sky. I looked over at Scott. He mouthed to me that she really liked me but I wasn't so sure.
"We should skip," Match suggested.
"Some people would actually like to pass high school,Match." Scott replied, rolling his eyes.
"And some people would actually like to hurt you, Scott." She growled back. Match had red lipstick on and her dirty blonde hair was tied into a bun with a red bandanna around. She looked like she was ready to go to a photo shoot.
"True." I imply, hoping to actually to get her to make eye contact with me. She whipped her head towards me. Studying my whole body,Match had been squinting like she was trying to find something bad about me.
"You're cute." She chuckled. "Are we gonna get in my car? Or what?" Match head towards a tiny beat up old red car .
"That went better then I thought." Scott says.
Her car smelt like beer and old gym clothes. But I had no comment. Maybe this was her lifestyle. Her way of life.
"You have no say about the car,eh?" She questioned.
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Licorice Girl
Dragoste"Scarlet is just a fraud," She grinned and held the microphone closer to her mouth. "she isn't who you thought she was." I was fuming with anger and confusion. Maybe she was right. I am a fraud. I did nothing but let my whole school and also my rep...
