"No." That's my favorite word especially on guys in this school. They always think they're the best thing God created. I just like seeing their rejected faces when I say I don't want ride home with them in their way too expensive cars or go on dates with them to their father's uptight resturaunt.
I watched as Ryan Forest's nose flared at my word. I know how powerful of a word no is and I love it. I thought Ryan was going to slap me across the face, but instead he smiled brightly.
"C'mon. How could you say no to all of this?"
"Easily. Watch." I pointed at my mouth and said. "No. Besides I have plans tonight. I can't."
Ryan sighed, " Fine, but I'm a very persistent guy. Give me at least a kiss and I'll never talk to you again."
I smiled. "Okay. Close your eyes." As he closes his eyes, I walk away. This boy if ridiculous. If he thinks I'm going to kiss him he's got another thing coming.
I walk into school and I'm greeted by people whom I know and whom I don't know. Like these group of girls that sit at my lunch table and follow me around greet me and...well, follow me around. Then the football jocks whistle and hug me. I only know like three of them. The other half just know me because they've heard of me. That's how most people at the school know my name. They've heard it a billion times. I'm not one to brag, but I'm pretty popular at Oakland Hills High. People have known me here even when I was in elementary school because my mother ruled these halls. Just as I am today and tomorrow and the next days after that.
There's nothing like Algebra and Trig in the morning, huh? My first period class is just the best. I have to sit next to people I don't like. I get to try and do math equations at seven o'clock in the morning. The best part is I have to listen to a teacher who tries way to much to be cool and funny. I don't like her. She always tries to be humorus. Like yesterday she was saying, "Hey kids, don't touch that asymptote." If you don't know how that's pronouced, it sounds like ass in the beginning. Hahaha. Only a few people laughed. It was funny, but she's just annoying. I find everyone annoying, but her mostly.
I drop my leather shoulder bag on my desk and secretly take out my phone to text Charlotte, my best friend. I call her Char because it sounds better to me.
Me: Where tf are you? Getting your ass to school today or making me be alone all day?
She texted back seconds letter.
Char: I'm walking down the hall rn. Calm your tits.
I put my phone away and waited for her to walk in. Like she said she was here quickly and she waved at me and threw her stuff in her chair. Char strutted over to the seat in front of me. This girl is not wear block heeled boots today. She looks cute, but she knows her skinny legs aren't going to be able to wear those for long.
"Did you bring extra shoes?"
"Of course. My skinny ass isn't going to be able to walk in these all day."
We laughed. "They look cute though." I said. I examine her outfit. Her shiny, jet black hair is brushed down her shoulders on top of her sheer black button up which flowed past the waist line of her black and white striped leggings and ended appropriately at the top of her black block heeled boots.
"Thanks." She replied. "You always look cute. I don't even have to tell you."
I always look cute. That saying always makes me angry. I mean who wouldn't love to get a compliment like that, but at the same time...I'm wearing sweatpants, a black crop top, and black keds. How is that cute? Plus, my hair is thrown into a bun doing a balancing act on top of my head. I had to rush this morning because my mom didn't come home last night and wake me up with her constant bitching. Sure I should be able to wake myself up, but I'm just used to it.
