Damaged goods

Damaged goods

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Being the head cheerleader is a difficult job. 'The stupid blonde with the pretty face, using all her energy sleeping around with the good looking guys on the football team. The most effort she has to put into anything is keeping fit and in with the latest fashion trends.' That's what people think I'm like. In reality I'm completely different, a shell of a person... I guess I'm what they call damaged goods.
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A/N: I really hate this 2K writing limit. I copy and paste my stories from Word so It's kind of annoying. -Your P.O.V- "Clemont? What are you doing here, I thought you were absent because you weren't at class...." You asked the nerdy kid. "I've been working on my latest experiment." He mumbled. "Eh?" You teased, holding your hand up to your ear as a gesture for him to 'speak up.' "I said I'm WORKING ON MY LATEST EXPERIMENT." He said, but louder. "MISSSS!!!" You fake whined. "CLEMONT SHOUTED AT MEEEEE!!!!" Suddenly the supervisor came running up to you and Clemont, she sighed and shook her head. "Clemont, that's some very dangerous chemicals you're working on! If your experimenting, then please work in the science lab, but you'll need permission from your teacher. But shouting at (y/n)? Your not like that. But (y/n)'s likely to provoke people like this..." You rolled your eyes. The supervisor was startled and walked off. You swivelled back to Clemont, who was looking at you rather strangely. You shrugged your shoulders at him, and walked off like you didn't care. -Clemont's P.O.V- I looked up at the clouds, still drowsy from working with hypno chemicals. I was waiting outside for my younger sister, Bonnie to walk out the door, scream out my name and give me a giant hug. If I didn't have a younger sister, I would have been consumed by my depression.... perhaps..... maybe.... I've got to admit...I've got a huge crush on (y/n)...ever since I transferred. I always turn away and hide my flushed cheeks and sweating hands and shaking knees and...yeah... I wish I could be popular for her... but I'm not. I've asked Bonnie for advice as well...she says I should admit my feelings and she'll say her catchphrase tomorrow. To be honest...I don't want her to, she'll just laugh at me and Bonnie and my life will be ruined.

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