City Gurl

Chapter Eighteen

I walk coolly into my Family Consumer Science classroom. Mrs. Kutcher, the teacher, is sitting in the front of the room.

I scan the classroom for a seat, but all of the good ones are taken. In the front, nerds, the middle, cliques, and the back, jocks. People I don't usually sit next to.

Eventually I find an empty table in the way, way, way back next to this dusty old bookshelf. I take one of the seats facing the front. Many people come in, but no one sits next to me. I'm used to this, so I'm not really that affected.

"Welcome, students!" Mrs. Kutcher greets warmly after the bell rings. After she takes attendance (and points me out), she goes into a long and boring lecture about what we're gonna be doing this year, like sewing, cooking, and learning from the textbook. (A/N: I actually have a family and consumer science class! It's SO MUCH FUN!!! And yummy!!!)

About twenty minutes into Mrs. Kutcher's lecture, the door bangs open and a girl with wild red curls and bright blue eyes bursts into the room, books looking like they're about to fall.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Kutcher!" she gasps. "My locker jammed and I couldn't open it then I got my books when it DID open and they fell and I had to pick them up and run all the way down the stairs then Mr. Wesley yelled at me for running then I apologized for running and then-" She says this all very quickly.

"All right, Ruth Ann," Mrs. Kutcher interrupted rather loudly. "But I'll still have to mark you late. Please take a seat." Ruth Ann promptly plops down next to me. What the hell?

"Hi! I'm Ruth Ann," she chirps. "But you can call me Ruth. Or Ann. Or Ruth Ann." Inside my head, I choose Ruth.

"Hey," I answer. "I'm Evelyn. Evelyn Thorn." We shake hands.

"Wait a second. . .Thorn?!?!?" Ruth gasps. "Do you have a brother named Keith?"

"Uhh, yes?"

"Ooh! I saw him walking down the hallway! He's so hot, just like you! Do you think I have a shot at him??"

Hmm, obviously Keith was popular with the girls already. He's always been a big fat flirt. That's how he got this perky petite blonde girl named Holly.

But they think he's hot?? Like ME?!?!? I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult.

"Does he look like me?" I ask cautiously.

"Yes! Exactly like you, except for the hair!"

I explode for no particular reason.

"WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE THINK I LOOK LIKE HIM?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!??!!?!??!!?!?" I shout. Everyone swings around to look at me, including Mrs. Kutcher. Shit.

"Excuse me? Who doesn't look like you? Godzilla?" Mrs. Kutcher asks. Snickers. I blush.

"Um, my brother?" I say meekly.

"Mrs. Kutcher! Don't blame Evelyn! It was my fault, cuz I was the one who asked her first," Ruth buts in, winking at me. I am astonished. No one, and I mean NO ONE, has ever done anything remotely nice to me. Ever.

"Ruth, it's very kind of you to stick up for your friend, but it was definitely Evelyn that screamed it out," Mrs. Kutcher points out, but I can see that she is amused.

"Yes, but I should take the blame anyway," Ruth stammers, obviously at a loss for words.

"Ok, girls, I'll let it go this time," Mrs. Kutcher smiles warmly.

"Thank you," me and Ruth nod in unison. More snickers from the fucking class.

As the class goes on, Ruth and I pass notes so we won't get caught again. It actually was pretty fun.

E: wow that waz really nice of u

R: no prob I do good deeds all da time

E: lol

R: :)

E: ur my friend, right?

R: ......I think so......

E: good ik it waz a stupid question but I have no friends :(

R: god really? that must b so lonely

E: it iz

R: u must have at least 1 friend

E: well in my old school there was this girl named haylee

R: in this school???

E: uh....

R: how bout Gretchen? saw u in the hall with her

E: I dont actually know if she my friend or not..

R: aw come mon shes really nice u have 2 b her friend

E: I guess she iz.....

Ruth flashes me a look that says, "Bitch," but goes back to writing.

R: u got a phone?

E: yes

R: whts ur #? I wanna txt u

I tell her, and Ruth writes it down on a separate piece of paper. She nods and writes down her's and gives it to me. I put it in my binder pouch.

E: im bored

R: me 2

E: when do u think shes gonna be done tlking?

R: lolz I dunno

R: ooh whts tht?

Ruth gestures with her head to my binder. I look and see a One Direction poster sticking out. Fuck.

E: uh 1d

R: U LIKE THEM?!?!?!?

E: :(

R: sry I just really hate em sry I don't like bands

E: its k

R: :)

I'm about to write something when suddenly the paper is snatched out of my hands.

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Yay! I finished!!! Sorry I didn't update in a really long time but I wattpad broke!! I was so scared then I had to delete it and Download it again! It wouldn't let me log in!!!! AHHH!! Well, I'm good now. :)! COMMENT PLEASE!! Update soonies!! Byeee my yo-yos!!!