The girl sitting next to me is wearing so much perfume that my nose hairs are stinging, and the flower smell is making me gag.
She has a pink tank-top on and boot-cut jeans on with a belt, making her look like Sharpay from High School Musical.
Pink sunglasses perched on her head, a pink purse on the floor next to her, her pink slide phone in her hand and her pink pumps clicking on the floor.
The only non-pink thing on her is her hair (which is a bright shade of blonde).
"Alexis, will you please put your phone down when your in class? I'm teaching you things that will be benifitial to you later in life."
"I think that an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians is more important than math." She says, not looking up from her phone, the keys clicking in the silence.
"Would you like to tell that to the principal?" The teacher says, his arms crossed.
Alexis opens her mouth to answer, but I'm too quick.
"Just shut the fuck up, okay Alexis?" I say, taking her phone out of her hand and throwing it on the floor.
The teacher raises his eyebrow and points to the door.
I groan and get out of my seat, grabbing my backpack and making sure to stomp on Alexis's phone on my way out.
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Detention for a week and I have to "stay away from Alexis unless I want to get suspended".
Honestly, I could really care less, except for the fact the my boyfriend might have a problem taking me to dinner for our anniversary.
Tyler used to go to my school until he was expelled for throwing a blunt at the gym teacher when he told him to run a mile.
He asked me out Freshman year when he saw me get in a fist fight with Alexis.
He told me that I was a mixture of sexy and scary.
Before I knew it, we were kissing behind the bleachers and having sex in the janitors closet.
We've been dating for a year and it's about to be 2 in a couple weeks.
He keeps telling me that he has something really big planned for us, but it's hard to excited about it because the last time he said he had "a big surprise", it was a pony tail I thought I lost. And that was for our first anniversary.
Even though I bought him a $200 Rolex watch, he still looked me in the eye and handed me a ponytail.
Don't get me wrong, I love him, but sometimes it feels like he doesn't love me back.
Like he's just dating me just because he gets free sex and gifts 3 times a year.
The bells rings and I hop out of the chair and race out of the door, my (better heels) making clacking sounds on the floor.
Tyler's rusty 2001 Impala pulls in to one of the handicapped parking spots and the car honks.
His head sticks out and he and makes a screeching sound, his face contorted in a weird sort of way.
"Hey babe! How was the hell hole today?"
"Fucking stupid. I got detention for a week for smashing Alexis's phone and swearing in class." I say, my face turned up in a smile.
He howls in laughter, his spider bite lip piercings glittering in the sun (segment rings, my favorite. I always get mad when he changes them to studs).
YOU ARE READING
Society Killed The Teenager
Teen Fiction"I've always had this feeling that I wouldn't live to see past 30. Life has always been hard for me and I know that one day, it'll kill me." I put down my pen and slash my wrists, painting the paper a beautiful red. I look at the note and tuck it...
