TWISTED: Fake Boyfriend

stalkers and deals

"You would assume that after five years he'd stop liking you." Corrie whispered to me as we walked to school. She slept over the night before and the school is a ten minute walk to my house so it isn't that much of a walk.

"I don't know why it even started in the first place! I barely even talked to him ever and then boom he likes me." I sighed.

Long story short, this boy named Oscar Parrish has had a crush on me since seventh grade. All I did was answer a question he had when he went up to my group of friends. Apparently knowing where the science building is gives you a stalker for life.

"At least you have a stalker." Corrie mumbled.

"So you'd rather have some stalker asshole watch you for five years instead of being alone?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes." She replied.

"Lets trade lives then please. No one ever looks at you romantically." I whined which earned a fake offended gasp and a slap on the arm from Corrie.

"Bitch!" She stated.

"What it's true!" I laugh and she mumbled in agreement.

"Shut the fuck up. What classes do you have today?" She quickly changed the subject and I stopped myself from laughing more.

"Chemistry, Algebra two, and PE." I answered.

"But you're going to be in the showchoir that gets you pe credit next year right? Isn't that PE credit? Girl you're gonna get it so this year is a waste of time." Corrie complained.

See I was in showchoir but the advanced womens showchoir. The teacher could only pick one choir for pe credit and he went with the advanced mixed showchoir. Corrie was already there since last year she wanted to be a dance captain and thankfully she was. Dance captains automatically move up the next year they audition. I wanted to be president of the womens choir first before moving up senior year so I can have both on my resume. Since we're juniors next year is my last shot to make it into the mixed choir but I'll most likely get in since choir is rigged and the teacher usually picks favorites.

"Yes but then it'll be an extra year of PE which looks good on college applications. If I can get straight A's, a B+ at least, prove that I can be a good leader, and look great in athletics then I'll be a perfect candidate." I explained excitedly.

"The college you want to go to isn't even a sports one so why does it matter?" She asked confused.

"One of the college's I want to go to. MIT will accept me for my grades and the Jefferson Performing Arts Academy will accept me for my leadership abilities, sports, and showchoir accomplishments. I talked to both headmasters and I can do both colleges if I take certain classes. It's like a block schedule but different schools instead of different classes." I continued to explain myself and Corrie nodded along with me.

"That's a lot of work. I just want to be a choreographer." She sighed and we both laughed.

"You'd be a pretty good one." I compliment and she smiled as a thanks.

We came up to the school gate and talked about how much we hate language classes when we said goodbye and parted ways to class. I walked into class and ran to my seat, sitting down right as the bell rang. My table group wasn't that bad really, there was another girl who sat next to me and two boys across from me who were actually sort of smart.

The entire class I wanted to kill myself.

Okay not really but I was bored out of my mind. Chemistry is sort of stressful but we had a sub who was an old man named Mr. Dumas, yes that's his name, and he made us watch a boring documentary on photosynthesis which isn't even related to chemistry.