When we got to school most of the seniors were already there. I walked with Cam through the older kids and brought him by the freshman doors.
"Are you staying after school?" I ask him.
"Nah, I got a date tonight though, so you gotta tell the old man I won't be home for dinner."
"2 things, 1. Leave dad alone, he's got enough on his plate, and 2. You're only 14 so watch whatever you plan on doing on this 'date'." I warn him.
"Aye, I got one girl thats like my play thing, and another who I really like. With the girl I'm going out with tonight, its not like that." I shake my head.
"We have to have a talk about girls some time." He rolls his eyes.
" bye." He walks away.
"See ya, kid." I walk over to the senior doors. My friend Ronnie, short for Veronica, walks over to me. Now to every other guy she is sexy as fuck but to me I've known her since the 2nd grade, and we agreed to never like each other like that, so its never gotten like that between us.
"Hello Kitten." I say. We do have pet names, but we are as close as brother and sister.
"Hello, my fair rooster." See, not cute pet names, just ones that mean something to us. You see when we were 10 I dared her to jump out of a tree, and she wouldn't so I called her a pussy, hence kitten. She then said I was a cock for calling her a pussy, hence rooster.
"You look like you met a girl?"
"I didn't " I say smiling and rolling my eyes.
"Why do I feel like you've met a girl?"
"I haven't met a girl."
"You have! You've met a giiirl." She sings out.
"I haven't!"
"A girl a girl a girl. Rooster met a girl!" She shouts. She gains some looks from random people but no one really cares.
"Ronnie, shut up!" I say, putting a hand on her shoulder. Suddenly she stops skipping and chanting and she gasps.
"Does Britt know?" Ahh, Brittney Lawrence. Hazel eyes that always look bright and curious, light olive skin, and long brown hair. Perfect pink lips and a nose ring, she is absolutely adorable. Did I also mention that we're kind of friends with benefits? Well we are. Honestly I don't know who's a bigger player, me or her.
"1. I didn't meet anyone and 2. Even if I did Britt wouldn't care, she knows how it is between us." Ronnie rolls her eyes.
"Suuure she does." We head to our lockers, they're across the hall from each other, and gather our books for the first half of the day. We have lots of classes together. All but 1.
"Look at that, the slut and the loser." Ronnie didn't care about being called a bitch, a whore, a retard, anything but slut. Her father abused her from the time she was 7 to the time he died when she was 15, and he used to call her a slut when he was angry.
"Leave us alone, ya ugly bitch." I say to the fake looking girl who said it, Nicole.
"They should write a book about your lives. It'd be a tragedy, and no one would read it." She heads to the front of the room and I flick her off as she walk away. Ronnie and I always sit in the back.
"You okay, Kitten?" I ask rubbing her arm. She nods, but doesn't say anything. I grab her hand and she's cold, so I just hold it. She's a close second to Rosie, so I hate seeing her hurt.
"They're just jealous that you're so pretty and smart and funny." I say kissing her hand.
"Oh ya sap nugget! Get outta here." She says pulling her hand away and breaking out into one of her infectious smiles.
"I love you, Ron." I say laughing. She hugs me, laughing as well, as the bell rings to go to first period.
Brittney is in our first period. We all usually sit together in the back. Its history, so not that hard.
The second we sit down Ronnie's gotta open her big mouth.
"Rooster met a girl!" She never calls me by my real name unless she's being super serious.
"Is that right, Shuanie boy?" She raises an eyebrow. She has on the maroon hat she always wears and a white t-shirt with black sleeves and black Capri's on with Nike sandals.
"Does that mean Wednesdays are off?" Yeah, it was kind of a weekly thing.
"Yeah." I say, clearing my throat.
"Yaaaaaaaaaasss!!!! I knew it!" Ronnie shouts as Mr.S walks in to begin class.
"Shush." I tell her as she sticks her pierced tongue out at me.
After history, and some laughing and bickering, we head our separate ways. I have music, Ronnie has Cooking, and Britt has P.E.
"Bye, rooster."
"See ya, kitten." I wink at her and she rolls her eyes, walking away with Britt. The gym and cooking classroom are in the same direction, music in another, which sucks.
When I walk into music my eyes nearly pop out of my head. A girl who looks nearly exactly like The day care girl, whatever her name was I was too distracted by her beauty, but there she is, sitting right beside my seat, just lighter hair, makeup, and different hair cut, but her face was the same.
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The Loser
Teen Fiction"That boy's gonna go no where in life." "He'll never get a job looking like that." "Colleges aren't gonna want a man who looks like a thug." "He better cut off that wretched Mohawk soon. No colleges are gonna like that." "He looks like a devil worsh...
