Cameron Dallas's younger sister (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4- here's to the girls.

JORDAN pov

I groaned and rolled around as my alarm clock continued to blare. Stupid thing. Then, the next thing i know, I'm on the floor and two seconds later the door is banged open. Cameron stood there, with a baseball bat. "What the fuck happened?" He asked. I told him that I fell off the bed and then laughed at his expression and reaction. He went out the door and I proceeded to the shower. After quickly washing my hair and body, I wore white high waisted jeans with a light blue tank top. I added blue and white high tops and a blue and white beanie. I just add some mascara and lipgloss for makeup then bounded down the stairs. Cameron was already ready and we were ready to go.

At lunch, I met up with Kat, only my best friend and the girl that's like my sister! She's amazing and always likes to go to parties and is an outgoing and fun girl. She told me about this guy she had a crush on, spoke to her at the party and things were going good. One thing led to another, and they become boyfriend and girlfriend. I can't believe she didn't tell me before. We made our way into the canteen when I heard Kat gasp beside me. I turned around and asked her what was wrong. She pointed to this couple making out, wait.. That's Kats boyfriend! I walked over to him, my feet had a mind of its own. "Why are you making out with a slut when your my friends boyfriend?" I asked him, my voice was strong and clear. He broke from his session and glared at me. "Oh, that. She was a good lay. Nothing more, nothing less." He shrugged then attached his lips back to the slut that was on his lap. I stood up on his table.

"Here's for the girls.." I began. People were listening and all looking up at me. I continued, "Here's to the girls who don't wake up with perfect hair. Who don't mind eating a Big Mac instead of a salad. Who don't wear fifty pounds of makeup. Who'd rather spend the day in sweat pants then skinny jeans. Who love the comfort of tshirts. Who don't get all the guys. Who aren't 'popular' but feel like it, when they're with their friends. Who stick to sneakers instead of heels. Who aren't afraid to break a nail. Who don't always get their own way who don't get whatever they want. Who don't need guys to tell them they're beautiful. Here's to all the girls, just like me." I paused. "Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are scared of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy," I said, pointing at the slut and hearing her gasp. But I took no notice, I carried on. "So the apples at the top, think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right guy to come along, the one whos brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree." I stopped. Everyone was looking, amazed by the speech. "Here's to Kat, leave the jerk, he's not worth it darling. Someone special is going to come round soon enough. You just need a little bit of patience."

Then, I left the awed students and walked home. Fuck the rest of the day

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i like that speech! It's good. If any of you feel like that then remember your beautiful and they're not worth your time.

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