Another day In hell.
I know I'm a senior and all but I'm tempted to ask Mrs. Carol for the drop out paper work but I know she would strangle me if I even dare ask.
The blue hair monster was harassing me still which is seeming to become an everyday occurrence and the four musketeers of tattoos, piercings, and badass-sery (?) seemed to not understand how much I don't want them now that I'm "single".
They found out I was lying when they caught Peyton, my "girlfriend" lip locked with the head cheerleader. Yeah so much for that lie. If you're wondering it's day 5 of this school for me.... yeah I fast forward due to uneventful bullying and things like that. Same old same old.
The boys and I have been becoming increasingly close. Especially me and Victor which he started college along with Leo. Again uneventful.
The only excitement in my life is between home and the lunch room. During lunch we gossip, joke, and laugh while I try to ignore the glares on my back. At home well that's where it gets a tad bit unpredictable.
One moment I might be kissing Victor, the next I'm on Jayson's lap watching tv or talking. Victor has been the only one that made a move on me which is kind of nerve wrecking. I don't have much experience with boys especially hot ones but I'm scared of getting my feelings hurt.
Also afraid of being seen as a slut. That word terrifies my soul. So I'm stuck between wanting all 12 or just picking one. If I did pick I'd never know which one. I adore them all.
"Niyah, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I snap my head towards Ralph. Everyone at our lunch table was staring at me.
"Oh nothing just thinking about if I did my homework for my next class or not." I tried to play it off as if I wasn't thinking about them.
"Yeah right, you're such a goody-two shoes, you'd die before forgetting to do your homework!" Gio laughed which was followed by Ricky, Jayson, and the rest of the table.
I huffed and rolled my eyes at them. "I can be bad ass if I truly want to." I argued back.
"Oh really? If you're so bad ass then you wouldn't mind proving it to me right?" Ricky asked with a grin spreading evilly on his lips.
Because I'm low-key competitive, I agreed to whatever he had in mind. "Since you're so big and bad how about you come sit on my lap." The whole table became quiet and patiently waited for my response.
Ricky knew what he was doing. I hate PDA more than anything and I've voiced it many times not realizing that it could be my down fall one day.
"O-okay." I slowly got up from my seat. Ricky pushes back to allow enough space for me to sit once I get to him. That stupid smirk never left his perfect face. I finally started dragging my feet towards him.
"Nye you don't have to do this. You don't have to prove anything to us." Timothy tried to reason but I already have fired shots too far to fix. I shook my head no and continued making my way towards the devil himself.
Finally, once I was in distance I feel fingers grasp my wrist and yank me down. Instead of the floor I thought I was surely heading for, I landed on something else that made quite a sound on impact.
I look up to see a bright smiling Ricky. "You were taking way too long love." It was then I realized he pulled me down. I lightly slap him on the chest and laughed into his shoulder. I thought I was a goner for sure.
Everyone at the table stared at me quite amazed that I actually did it. "Maybe you are bad ass." Peyton muttered from the left of Ricky.
The rest of the cafeteria seemed astonished by the position I was in with Ricky and I realized how embarrassing this situation really was. I pushed against him to try and get up but he held on to my waist.
