Forever alone is totally not a thing, right?

*HI! so this is the first story I'm posting. Tell me what you think, if anyone ends up reading this :-/

*******HEADS UP! I kinda spoke uncensored in this, so sorry if I really run off topic and talk about inapropriate stuff and that offends you or something, but then again there is some pretty kinky stuff in a lot of stories on wattpad. Tell me if you think I'm running too off topic or if you enjoy my antics/if I should continue this story!*************

PROLOGUE:

Ok so Love. I really, really, REALLY want it. Sometimes I’m confused if I’m so sad about not having a boyfriend because I am PMSing like crazy and I just really need a hug, or if I’m just your typical, super hormonal teenage girl who will suck someone’s d just to feel something. Too far? JUST KIDDING! I’d never subject myself to such a demining act, I’m too prideful. Plus who the hell WANTS to do that anyway? I’m no expert on this stuff but I’m pretty sure it does not taste like candy people, nor can the feeling be even slightly pleasureable. Please, you sluts and whores looking for attention, your not even getting pleasure out of it, maybe a little action, but at the end out the day all your gaining are STDs. Off topic. But anyways, I’m a sophomore in high school and boys are as foreign to me as aliens. Its sad actually, I’ve hardly ever had a conversion with the strange creatures that are the male species, let alone kissed one or dated one. I think my problem is I’m shy. Meh, high school sucks man. I’ve “observed” the high school dating scene, and the girls in my school that get dates are the ones who initiate it/ are pushy/ have guy friends (aka not me). I don’t have the capacity to flirt with a boy, I’d pee myself, or throwup, or get pit stains the size of dinner plates (seriously it’s a problem). That said, I do have guys that I’m friendly with, but I think I would down right shoot myself if I dated one of them. They are not "boyfriend material" to put it nicely. I don't think I don't have a boyfriend because of my looks. I think I’m pretty sometimes, I’m certainly not ugly, at least I hope not. Basically what I’m trying to say is I don’t look like ugly nanny Mcphee, so that’s not pushing people off. I just want a man PEOPLE! I want someone who I can be weird with, laugh with, loves me without makeup, gives me butterflies when I look at him, preferably looks like Channing Tatum (that’s one serious piece of mancandy right there folks), and loves me for me. I don’t want a soul mate right now or anything, I just want to feel that stuff for the first time. I’m old enough, I can handle it, I’m responsible. I think. 

 Chapter 1

“Wake Up!” My mom yells through my door. Groaning, I roll over and look at the clock. 5:30 am?! Fuck this shit I’m going back to sleep. I fall asleep and get out of bed reluctantly an hour later. I walk over to the sink and wash my face and take in the sad state of my auburn hair. Its in one large knot at the nape of my neck. Grumbling to myself, I begin to tame my mane, resulting in a frizzy messy that I have to drown in hair product to make it look semi presentable. I throw on some black jeans, a sweatshirt, and my favorite combat boots and take one final look in the mirror. Taking in my blood shot eyes and makeup free face I giggle to my self with the revelation that this is why I don’t have a boyfriend. There are so many yummy boys at school, yet I can’t ever motivate myself to look somewhat like a girl in the mornings.

I run down the stairs and pick up my backpack and my field hockey stuff and scramble to the bus stop and get on in barely enough time. I wave hello to my friendly bus driver, Mike, and make my way to the back of the bus and tune out with music. Ok so here’s the gist, there is an average looking boy on my bus that I kinda maybe have a tiny crush on. As we near his stop, I think to myself, ok act natural. I fix my hair and assume a pose that makes me look like I’m enjoying some really deep music and thoughts and casually look out the window as he walks by. MISSION SUCESSFUL! I’m trying to be all seductive and stuff, like a champ. I smile to myself and continue to doze off to the Shrek 2 CD, my guilty pleasure on my Ipod. When we get to school, I gather my things and get off the bus, all too aware of his close proximity to me as I am walking. As get on the sidewalk towards the school, I feel the tip of my boot get caught on something, and in slow motion I fall in a heap, buried under all my stuff that I lug to school everyday. I just lay there for a couple seconds trying to gather my bearings. Of course this would happen. Then, I feel someone tap on my shoe with their foot. Thinking that it has to be the boy from the bus I sit up to meet my savior, preparing to seductively flip my hair and bite my lip. But it’s my bff Sarah staring down at me with one eyebrow raised. She says, “You need help walking there?”. I roll my eyes at her and struggle to get up as she just stares down at me with humor in her eyes. Glaring at her I say harshly, “Do you wanna give me a hand?” She raises both eyebrows expectantly and I add “please” sweetly batting my eyelashes. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” she says sarcastically as she offers me her hard, which I take graciously.

I look around to make sure no one saw my little clumsy moment and spy my crush smiling awkwardly back at me with a concerned look on his face. From besides me Sarah screams to him, “Don’t worry! She trips over her own feet all the time!”. He lets out a laugh and turns towards the school. “Sarah!” I whisper to her strongly. She gives me a look and says “Sheesh, calm your tits. The poor boy seemed so confused, I felt like he just needed an explanation.” “No, no he didn’t. Why did you have to embarrass me like that?” “Honey, you don’t need me to embarrass you, you do it quite fine and regularly on your own. Quit being so defensive, I thought we already accepted your clumsy ways.” “Yah but your little comment was totally un..” “Wait a minute” She interrupts me. “This isn’t about that boy is it? Erin.. um.. Er..” “Eric!” I snap. “You like him!” she yelps “Kat and Eric sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” “Shut up, what are you, like 5?” “Aw hun, no need to be so mean. You could do way better than that he’s so..” “Funny, decent to look at, and I am so desperate for a boyfriend that I’ll take what I can get.” “Ok” She says as she looks me seriously in the eye, “In my professional opinion, don’t settle, trust me,” she says. "Uhu" I say dismisvely "Says the girl whose hooked up with practically all the people in our grade". "10 people Kat, 10. Come on girl, lets get you inside." I smile at her "Lets buy poptarts for breakfast first in the cafeteria!" "You know it!" And like two little kids we rush to the cafeteria to get our poptarts, and I ready myself for the rough day ahead of me.