Evil Glares and Sexy Stares (IS BEING EDITED! Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 4 - Gabby

Note: Oh the joys of being a teenage girl! :D Having your parents question you about who were those two random guys hugging you like five times whilst waiting for your best friend’s bus to show up before you could go home…that’s…weird X3 I can’t believe we got to chapter four so quickly! We like, rule! :D Emily, this is the farthest you’ve gone! You should be SO proud of yourself! I know I am…but I’m also so pissed off! Stupid internet connection! It deleted the whole cast list when I was trying to add Chase, and if I try to re-do it, it won’t let me. It’s so. Damn. Fucking pissing me off! I wish I could throw the damn laptop out the window! Ok…I’m done ranting now ;D Ah but, whatever you do, don’t send us messages asking how we come up with this stuff. Truthfully, this is our everyday life <3 Except for the parts were the boys come in (although there was once this really hot guy that glared at me and I told Em it was an Evil Glare, but she argued saying it was a Sexy Stare. I guess that’s where the name comes from!) Also, friends, I’m adding our interesting History lesson from today :3 Enjoy <3

“An evil glare, Gab, or a sexy stare?”

Lili’s words from last night still make me grin to myself and bite down on my bottom lip, but I decide that I’m not going to kill her seeing as it is her birthday and all. I try not to seem like I’m thinking about a guy in front of my dad and little brother. I would get teased until the day I die, and that would be totally embarrassing. Dad would probably question me about what the guy’s name is and that address he lives at. Like, seriously, dad? I’m not a stalker; how the heck should I know? If he wants to beat the guy up for being on his daughter’s mind then I’m going have to lie and say it’s someone like, I don’t know my best guy friend, Max? I could so do without that guy sometimes.

The minute my dad parks the car in the driveway of a house opposite the school, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I hear my little brother call to me from the backseat of the car, being his annoying self like always. I groan, and shoot him a glare as if I already know what he’s about to say.

“Don’t slam the door!” He yells, though the door is open and I can hear him clearly, as can other passing by students.

I slam the thing anyway.

The second I read the text, I gulp and look up whilst crossing the road, not really checking to see whether I might get run over by a car like, any second. And there he is, in his blond glory, surrounded by his friends and a girl in our year, and with his iPod earphones in, his eyes closed. I don’t know what it is—either my amazingly sweet perfume or the tension between us two—that makes him open his eyes and give me a look as I walk past him, but he does, and I return it with my own glare,

This is actually starting to get quite fun now, a regular occurrence. I see Lili and Lizzie waiting for me with our usual crowd, both giving me those ‘how cute’ smirks, although one of them is still keeping a close eye on Noah Patterson, who is getting lead out of school by a teacher. Again.

What did he do this time? Dig into the school fund or something? Kill a teacher? Well if he did, I sure hope it wasn’t my hot science one. It’s not like I have a crush on him or anything, it’s just hard to admire him, as that man is seriously on hot piece of shit! And the other is happily looking at her phone screen every few second. That is until a guy I recognise as a Joe someone walks into her accidentally. I say accidentally because he isn’t looking where he’s going.

He’s too busy talking to another guy I recognise as my own friend; Logan West. Now, there’s another damn fine piece of shit. But, as I said, he’s a friend, so no matter if I did like him that way or anything, I would never tell him. I adjust my bag over my shoulders, and stay put where I am.

“Oh, sugar muffins! I’m so sorry!” I hear Joe’s almost panicked voice screech as he checks Lizzie over to make sure he hasn’t harmed her in any way. I laugh at his choice of food-related swearing. I thought I was the only one that did that.