Shush, Mr. Player, You're Embarrassing Me!

Chaptero Cinco!

       I was dressed in an oxford, a bow in my hair, a cute plaid skirt where the hem was at the thigh, and black pointy flats with a bow on them. I decided to experiment with clothing styles, and looked up preppy outfits on Google. A link had popped up that said, “How to Dress Like Blair Waldorf.” I was stumped. Who was Blair Waldorf? And so I clicked on the link, and was pleased at the outfits offered.

       I knew what to expect as I heard the door open.

        Alexis then walked through the door, a ruffled skirt and a pink t-shirt on, followed by, who else? Diane.

       Diane was wearing tight, tight black jeans and a pink t-shirt matching Alexis'. She linked her arm through hers, and they glanced around, smirking. I scoffed loudly at their ignorance and opened my locker, stuffing books into my backpack. Diane strutted up to me and slammed the locker door in my face, making me cry out in pain. “What the fuck was that?!” I said to her, and she smirked. “Cat got your fucking fat ass tongue?” I spat, glaring at her.

        Alexis came then, and growled, “What's up your ass?” She twirled a strand of blonde hair between her fingers, a scowl on her face.

        That's when I had enough. “Your dick is up my ass, that's what. Fuck off, Alex.” I turned away on my heel and stomped away, pissed as hell. Whatever this game Diane and Alexis were playing, I was going to, too, and I was going to win.

        “Fucking move,” I spat at the guy who was standing in front of the girls' bathroom, his back to me. He turned around abruptly, and my breath caught in my throat. He had dark tousled brown hair and hazel eyes. His muscles were visible under his polo, and he wasn't skinny nor was he that buff. He was kind of . . . perfect.

        That was an understatement.

        “Oh, hey, sorry about that,” he chuckled as he shimmied to the side, and I suppressed a giggle at his little dance.

        I sucked in a breath and replied quickly, “Oh, it's not problem, but -” my curiosity got a hold of me - “why were you looking in the girls' bathroom. Perverted, much?” I frowned unhappily. Ew. Pervs!

        He shrugged, “Why don't you check it out?”

        I blinked and nodded. Leaning over and peering into the bathroom, I rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. Nate. He was with some bimbo, and it was getting hot and heavy in there. “Yo!” I yelled.

        Nate's head pulled away from the girl's, who had startling light eyes, and grinned lopsidedly. “Whassup, sis?”

        I wrinkled my nose, “You're drunk. And you're in the girl's bathroom. Mind getting out of there?”

        He laughed loudly, and rubbed the back of his neck (why do guys do that? Geezus, it's like all of them HAVE to rub there . . . ). The girl rolled her eyes and glared at him as she replied icily, “Next time you try to kiss me, lay off on the tongue. It's disgusting.”

        Wait, has any girl ever rejected Nate?

        She stomped away with all the dignity she had left, and smiled at me. I grinned back, and whispered, “I think you're the first to have rejected him.”

        “We did lose our V's together.”

         Wait, what?

        “S'cuse me?” I asked, stumbling towards her.

        “We lost our virginity to each other. You know how that goes.” She turned to walk away.

       “Actually, I don't,” I retorted.

       She rolled her light eyes and flipped her silver-blonde hair. Her lips curled into an unattractive snarl. “Look, smartass, I'm guessing your a virgin. But if you didn't know, you usually never go back for the kid who took your virginity. Especially if he's an asshole.”

        “Hey, that asshole is my brother. And he may as hell be one annoying motherfucker, but you are not fucking allowed to talk shit about him. Only I can fucking do that.” I realized the hostility was growing to the point where one of us – I don't know who – would begin throwing punches and catty slaps.

        The girl suddenly grinned, “You know what?” She cocked her head to the side, “You may be one antisocial little fuck, but you sure are tough. I'll need to around, just in case. And hey, you seem like the kind of person that's fun to be around.”

        I scoffed at the compliment, “Try asking all the girls in this school.”

        She shrugged. “Ah, fuck them.”

        I giggled.

        I don't giggle.