Listen to: The Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots
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"Oh my god, did you see that? She totally looks like my dogs outfit in the winter. I mean who wears fur now adays?"
Well yeah, if its 30 degrees I'd like to wear more clothes than you skinny Chihuahua...
I continue to stare at my book, studying all the different phrases of the latin language, just to satisfy my boredom. Quickly as I read, I sudden felt a twinge of pain from my right thumb and see from the corner of my eye, a dot of blood falls on the on the pure white thin pages.
Just my luck.
I then emerge from the bench, which is just outside the school's cafeteria, and make my way inside the annoying bustling noises that come from my species. I walking through the walls of the stretched cafeteria that only contains a two way doorway on the other side of the outside field where I was. I continued my way trying my hardest not look at anyone but remaining my poker face.
"Hey look out!!" I hear from behind me until I feel a hard push, sending me stumbling and bumbing against people then having a cold liquid hit my stomach. I stand as soon as recollect my thoughts, mortified of what just occured.
"Oops my bad," I hear a snot nose sound of a pathetic apology. I look up, blankly at the red head that stood infront me, her long thick curls framing her face to make it look like a bean pole. You didn't actual think I was going to compliment this imbecile , would you?
She gives me wide smirk through her fully coated pink lips and put her starbucks coffee down on a near by table and folded her skin freckled arms.
"Well," I can practically feel the satisfaction of this situation oosing out of her sticky mouth," aren't you going to apologize?" I use all my inner power to keep my mouth closed and held my language in as I begin to notice that the place surrounding us grew silence.
That's not how I wanted it to be.
I feel my entire face bloomed in hotness as I continue to stare at this unknown girl. I feel every pair of eyes judge me in their books ever so quickly. She continues to stare at with a mocking tilt that only expands her ugly smile. Just when I try to talk I am immediately stop. A large figure hits me by the back and making me almost lunge forward. I hear chuckels of laughter from the entire cafeteria as I turn around red faced at a male's back side. He then turns around revealing himself to me but I quickly look away to attempting to lessen the number of people who will laugh at me.
"Hey girl, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.." I ignore him as I continue to stare at the girl, feeling my t shirt sticking to my skin. A hand is placed on my shoulder as the male voice tries to talk to me but I choose to ignore him.
"I will not apologize, I condemn both you and your beverage for purposely swashing it against my permanent press shirt." I said as calmly as I could and gave a deep sigh. I notice the male stopped talking and I use this moment to look at him and my eyes widen.
The great and popular, Niall James Horan stand before me, wide eyed with confusion and giving me a baffled look to compliment his weird dyed blond hair. I continue to stare at him, taking in his features, while curiousty filled my system because I have never been close to the opposite sex then right now. Of course he didn't need to know that.
"Um.. I'm now confused..." I hear the girl say and I then turn to her and give her a plain look and shrug.
"It's not my fault for you incompetence." I state and she obvious confusion was seriously beyond me. I just wanted to leave and clean up. I take this awkward moment to leave out of the place and make my way to the restroom to inspect the mess the idiotic female created.
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Not My Cup of Tea
RandomBeatrice Ronadalo is a the most agitated and typically boring 17 year old on the face of the earth. Doesn't go to parties, never drank alcohol and only cares for studying. Other than that, her typical brown hair and eyes are practically unnoticable...