I have had it with boys. All they do is take and break, and never give back.
Ethan Kaus was such a creature. He always nagged me when i wore high-heels because i leaned on him. He hated when I sang the little songs i wrote about him, He never said please or thank you, and worst of all, He flirted with my best friends.
They flirted back.
I pushed my way through the girls' locker room, filled with annoying too-social sevies and eighth graders. I hate locker rooms. My fat ass always sticks out in a room full of half naked bulimics. They're all completely flawless, while my fat sorry butt is a quite a bit less than perfect. Even if Ethan was a jerk, he always thought I was beautiful. He's wrong though. When you live in Scranton, Pennsylvania, you can never be too perfect.
"MADISON MARIE JAMESFORD!" an all too familiar voice behind me yelled. "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"
Alyssa. My so called best friend. Ten years of friendship she nearly ruined with one kiss.
"What is it alyssa?" I asked, turning my two number locker combo, and digging through it for my state mandated gym uniform. More like prison uniform. Alyssa marched to me, and shook me with such ferocity i didn't think she could muster out of her tiny 4'9 frame.
"What's this i hear about you and ethan?!" She whispered, quite loudly actually.
"It's nothing," i sighed. "We just decided it wasn't really working."
"You did not?" she gasped. She grinned eagerly at me. Ethan cheated on me... with her. But she had to have known it.
"I did. Leave it be."
"Fine," She grinned, "you and your Beatles talk."
"Do not make fun of the beatles. EVER."
"Whatever." I glared at her. I hate that word.
"Time for gym," I said, trying to slip my top over my chest as quick as possible. Ugh. Locker rooms.
"I don't see why you hate it so much," she informed me, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "It's not like punishment or prison or something."
"But that's exactly what it is!" I exclaimed. "A legally mandated time where childeren are being made serve time in a sweat room, where all the guys on the other half of the gym do is stare at our asses."
She laughed, a big bubbly one. Alyssa could never NOT manage to overdo the whole "perfect" thing.
"And do you remeber when Heffner made me climb the rope?" i asked, frustrated. "When my shorts were WAY too big?"
"Yeah," she said, looking down. "All the guys looked up them."
"Exactly!" I half shouted. "I'm just sick of it all! All boys want to do with a girl is... you know. It's never real. I'm done with them."
"Boys?" She asked. I nodded furiously. "Boys. You're done with boys. That's the biggest lie i've ever heard."
If she only knew.
