Elisa

4

What the hell is he doing here? Romeo Astrella, popular senior jock and man-whore of ArchBishop Joseph's is at the same bar that I'm at. He sure as hell sticks out in his button-up grey shirt and jeans. 

I know why he's here. 

Remi put him up to this and he's here to record me and make fun of me to the entire school. Is he serious? I'm so sick and tired of my brother and him thinking they're so fucking cool just because every girl in the school has sucked their dicks. 

I used to have a huge crush on Romeo in middle school. When Remi found out he wouldn't fail to tease me over it, and I'm sure he told Romeo. The two of them always picked on me. In seventh grade Remi and Romeo put ketchup on my seat during lunch, and for the rest of the day I walked around with a red blotch on my butt. I didn't realize until the end of the day when one of my friends pointed it out. They've been pulling shit like this on me since I was five years old. 

Not long after that I realized that I shouldn't have a crush on a boy who makes fun of me. 

I storm up to him. "What the fuck are you doin' here?" 

"What? I like rock music." He smirks at me with green eyes.

"Bullshit. Where's Remi? Are you guys here to fuck with me?" 

"Woah there, conceited." He points out into the crowd. "I'm with some red-head chic." 

I turn around to see who he's pointing at. There's a girl dancing in the crowd with red-velvet hair. She's dressed in black lingerie and a tight short skirt. Her humungous breasts are falling out of her top. So that's why he's here. Romeo will follow any skank who looks like that. That doesn't explain why he mentioned tonight to my dad, though. 

"You're a fuckin' pig." I push his shoulders.

He puts his tongue between his teeth and dry-humps the air. "I'm just tryna get some, Ellie." 

"Stop calling me Ellie," I take a sip of my beer. "You going to stay long enough to see my band play, or are ya's going to be fucking in the bathroom?"

"We'll see what Vanessa wants to do." He stares off behind me at the slutty red-head.

"You're gross. How old is she?" I scrunch my nose. 

He shrugs his toned shoulders. "I don't know, probably like twenty-five or some shit." 

I roll my eyes and finish off my beer. I order another one from the bartender. He's got three piercings in his nose. 

Romeo points to my freshly opened drink. "Hey! You shouldn't be drinking." 

"Are you seriously going to come into my sanctuary, and tell me what to do? I don't go to your stupid Temple frat parties and tell you not to drink."

"Touché." He laughs, not before looking me up and down. "If Gina saw you wearing that she would have a heart attack." 

I look down at my outfit. "Yeah well, Gina Paccaroni is not here. That's the beauty of this place." 

"Well, look who it is!" Frankie pops up behind me and aggressively hugs Romeo. "Who would've thought that Romeo fucking Astrella would be hanging with the rejects." 

It's only quarter of nine-o-clock and Frankie is already tipsy. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill the lead singer of the band and stuff her lifeless body outside the club's dumpster. Can she get off him? God, I'm getting second-hand embarrassment. 

"Um, you're done drinking." Ollie appears too, and takes Frankie's drink from her hand. She whines dramatically. Romeo greets Ollie, and the two of them "dab" each other up in the classic way that guys do.