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𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺- 𝟼:𝟻𝟻 𝙰𝙼

An auburn 1974 Plymouth Barracuda pulled into the front drive of Shermer High school.
A Barbie-blonde 35 year old woman sat behind the wheel, hot pink curlers in her hair and an extremely disappointed frown carved into her botox-ed cheeks.

"y/n, if you get one more detention this semester, I swear on John Lennon's grave, I will make your life hell."
"You already do that." I spit, opening the car door to get out. Her fake-tanned fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me from moving.

"Young lady, you will show me some respect! I say nothing about you sneaking out to go smoke up with those potheads you call 'friends', or when the other women at my book club tell me the rumors their children tell them about you. This is the one thing I ask of you, you damned heathen."

She throws my wrist out of her grip, pushing me out of the car, causing me to stumble forward. I catch myself just in time to turn around, seeing my mom close the door, glaring at me.
"And you wonder why your father left us when you were born." She seethes, stepping on the gas.

The tires screech as she pulls out of the school's driveway, leaving me to gawk at her venomous words.

Bitch.

Another car pulls in, with a red-haired prom queen fuming at her poor father in the passenger seat.
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this.. I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything."

"I'll make it up to you. Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day."

She rolls her eyes, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind her, walking towards the front school steps.
I watch her with disgust before pulling out a cigarette from the carton in my jacket pocket, lighting it. I was never one to go in early.

A second car drives in slowly, a scrawny-blondie sat in the passenger seat getting ragged by his mom, his little sister listening intently in the back.
"Is this the first time or the last time we do this?"

"Last.."

"Well go in there and use the time to your advantage."

"Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing-"

"Well mister you figure out a way to study."

"Yeah!" The little sister chimes in annoyingly.
"Well go!" His mother finishes, waving him off.

He sighs, getting out and walking into the school.
I felt sorry for him, his mom seemed like a total square, his sister didn't seem too much better either.
As his mom pulled away, his sister stared at me through her window.
If I did that, my mom would smack me stupid.

I turned back to my cigarette, inhaling a puff. As I blew it out, a third car drove up. The driver, who looked like something off of a college sports magazine, gave me a dirty look.
Can he even smell my nicotine over the stench of his toxic masculinity?

"Hey, I screwed around.. guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport." The jock dad said to his equally jock son.

"Yeah, mom already reemed me, alright?"
All that comment seemed to do was piss the old geezer off.

"You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case."

Sporto blows his dad off by getting out of the car, walking towards the front doors.

"Why don't you stop eavesdropping and get a life, penis-breath."
I turned back around to see John Bender starting to cross the front drive, sunglasses and all like he was something special.

As he was crossing, yet another car came in, but this time it came in hot.
My eyes became saucers in my head as the car almost hit Bender, but luckily, it screeched to a jolting stop.
But Shermer's "hottest bad boy" kept on cruising, like nothing happened.

"Why don't you watch for cars and shut up, Danny Zuko wannabe." I retorted, inhaling the last bit of my cigarette before tossing it to the concrete, stomping on it with my Martens.

As Bender passed me, he bumped me with his shoulder. I rolled my eyes, turning myself back around.

Allison Sheedy stepped out of the hot rod, and before she could say anything, the car zoomed off.

"Parents still being asshats?"
She heard my voice, looking up and smiling as she headed towards me.
"Good morning to you, too y/n." She mumbled.

Allison and I have been friends since first grade, but once my- reputation- became a popular subject among peers, I started to hang out with her less and less.
Not because I didn't want to hang out with her, I just didn't wanna drag her down with me. People already think she's a freak, I didn't want to turn that into 'the freak that hangs with the school whore.'
Even though Allison never cared for titles.

But, whenever I got the chance to have some peace with her, I made sure to invite her.
This morning, I called her on the telephone to see if she wanted to come to detention with me, and of course she agreed due to her having nothing else going on.
I invited her to every detention I got, and she always agreed.

"Let's head in before Vernon has a bitch-fit." I sigh, turning around to head inside, Allison laughing as she followed.

Maybe today won't be so bad.