He was giving me all the more reasons to smash his feelings to bits with the toe of my black tennis shoes, I glare at him, thinking: If only you knew...
He was a ploy in a petty plot.
I had to find Meme, I knew we were just becoming actual friends - but ... I really needed help putting my thoughts into action! And I had a feeling Meme was the master of pranking. She just seemed like it.
Alistair kept pestering me until I got to my locker, where he just said bye and dissappeared.
He wanted war, I’d give him war. I mean – who was he to talk about me? I wasn’t a social outcast! Well – yeah I am, but I am not a town outcast! I’m going to show him! Today I was going to propose a rather odd proposition.
Just then Meme came up, grabbing my arm, and giving a faint hello. I smile widely at her, knowing I’d need her to help my plan. I was going to be like a tornado, fast and destructive. I was going to destroy all of those who had hurt me, and have no remorse in the process.
“I like the new look you have Fallon,” she says, “It’s really edgy and bold. Totally out there, not many people are about being out there. You know?”
My mouth slightly drops open, Meme actually thought I looked bold and edgy? Well, Meme has a different taste in things, but wow, first compliment of the day. "Thanks," I say, slamming my locker we being walking down the hall.
“Out of my cutters,” someone shoves through me and Meme.
First of many rude remarks of the day.
“Hey, what class do you have next?” I inquire.
“Bio,”
“Bummer, who do you have as a teacher?”
“Mr. Lanscrof,”
“Ew, that guy gives me the creeps.” I shutter as I think of him and his 90s mustache, balding hair, and awkward hunch. He just looked like an internet troll or something.
We’re silent for a minute, walking in the hallway. As I chew over how I should ask Meme to help me in my scheme. My conscious battles itself. Weighing in the good and bad, and ultimately the bad wins. “Meme, I need a favor of you,”
She looks over at me, and shrugs, “Shoot.”
After explaining to Meme my plans, and getting her full approval. I smile valiantly through French 3 and a couple of other classes, lunch time rolls around, and I head to cafeteria. I felt so alive. I felt like I was going to do something that would complete my teenage life.
This is probably how Lindsey Lohan felt in Mean Girls.
Everyone was starring at me. I’m pretty sure they all felt like I changed more than the weather, but I didn’t even care anymore. Those who starred got my gaze in return – a burning on at that. I’d have to carry myself with more confidence if I wanted to gain fear or respect.
I see Alistair sitting across the pale cafeteria, by the window, alone. He was looking directly at me, as if he had been starring for a long time. I square my shoulders, and begin to … strut over to him, shoving my hands in my pockets.
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Temptation
RomanceI can honestly say he was my biggest temptation, he was constantly dragging me into these situations that seven months ago I couldn't see myself in. He was too much, and at the same time not enough. I felt like I was drowning, and this was a suicide...
