"Hey!" Claire beams from behind my locker.
I shut it close.
"Hi" I greet back with a smile.
"So....I was wondering if we could do something after school" she suggests.
"Can't. Slade invited me out after we pick up his brother Steve" I excuse.
"Ugh" she rolls her eyes.
"Remind me next time to be quicker than Slade" she adds.
I chuckle.
"But don't make plans with him on saturday. You're mine" she warns.
"Ok. I'm all yours saturday" I assure.
"Yay!" she cheers jumping up and down like a little girl.
I think she has forgotten we're in school, and the hallways aren't clear yet.
Or that her clothing more specifically mini skirt isn't the best thing to be jumping up and down in.
"Where will we go?" I ask.
"Umm shopping?" she questions.
"Umm eww?" I respond.
"Ugh come on Grace!" she whines.
"Let's just go shopping. I need new cloths" she insists.
That is true, just not my kind of true.
"I hate shopping. But you're free to go without me, i'll wait for you at home. And have you seen you're freaking closet?!" I ask in disbelief.
She laughs dismissing my statement.
"You're no fun!" she pouts.
"Shopping is no fun" I rephrase.
"Yes it is. Shut up!" she orders rolling her eyes playfully.
"You need to accept the fact that I, Grace Evans hate shopping" I explain.
"Whatever" she huffs.
I smile.
She's so childish.
"Ughh it's that thing again" Claire rolls her eyes.
I furrow my eyebrows.
"What are you talking about?" I question.
"Look behind you" she orders.
I do as told being greeted by the one and only Vanessa Cruz.
As always she walked the halls being the center of attention.
Girls admiring her with envy and guys desiring her with lust.
Her style was also always the same, by same I mean leather.
There's always leather included in her outfit.
Wearing a hot pink leather jacket, black top, black mini skirt, and pink pumps she made her way towards me.
Wait what?!
Me?!
She's walking towards me?!
My eyes widen and I quickly turn around.
"Relax" Claire orders.
A voice clears behind me.
I slowly turn being face to face with Vanessa.
Pulling her perfect tight blonde curls behind her she crosses her arms against her chest.
"Y-yes?" I ask with a stutter.
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Geek Transformation.
Teen FictionSometimes the saying 'if you tell a lie over and over again maybe someone will believe it' is accurate in the lives of certain creatures. Like me. But not anymore. They thought they had completely knocked me down and that there was nothing left of m...
