When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 2

She looks at me and snarls. “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?”

Oh, I forgot to mention, this girl hates me.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever Giselle.”

“You wanna go slut?”

I smile and put my P.E. shirt on. “So mature.”

My friends walk up to me as soon as Giselle opened up her big mouth.

It doesn’t stop her.

She rants, her few friends behind her listening, and tries to get in my face. Sometimes I just want her to throw the first push or punch. Other times I want to bury her up to her neck. This girl comes out of nowhere Sophomore year and tries to beat me up on the first day. I think Ray had something to do with it because the first moment they meet everyone started gossiping about how they ended up in the backseat of her car. They used to be inseparable. I’d see them at the mall parking lot. Never going in, but always hanging out with their friends. Back then I didn’t really mind. I never looked twice at him back then. I thought he was gross and looked like he always smelled.

Anyways, they broke up. I’m not sure why exactly. People talk, always, about how she cheated on him with some old guy who was married. Or how he got addicted to meth over the summer and she ditched him because of it. I even heard one about how they both got arrested and their parents made them split up. Theft or something. Those seem pretty legit for both of them. Maybe not the meth thing, but I don’t know his life.

I want to.

Oh, I forgot about this girl who just happens to be up in my face.

“God,” I put my hand to my face and back away. “Its called a toothbrush Giselle I can teach you how to use one if you want.”

Her eyes go wide for a split second. My friends bust up laughing because they have too. She regains her cool and starts doing the fuck you rant.

I yawn and shrug. “Well hun, you bore me. Bye.”

I smile and walk away.

“Yeah that’s all you know how to do is walk away. Your just afraid to actually fight me. Its ok bitch, I don’t pull hair! I punch! You don’t have to worry about me ruining your bad dye job!”

Blah, Blah, Blah.

Man, this girl could rant.

And why is everyone making fun of my hair? Its blonde. I haven’t dyed my hair since the beginning to Junior year. I like it.

I look at my ‘friend’ Kara. “Is my hair ugly?”

“Ohmigod, No!” Kara seemed way too convincing. She touches it and rolls her eyes. “She’s just jealous.”

Are you jealous?, I think. Because if you are you can have this…take it! Here its yours!

I sigh and toss my hair so she can let go. “Yeah.”

Skimming through P.E….Seniors dressed out and fucked around in the field. There wasn’t many of us. Maybe about twenty. Most of them were guys, jocks. They tossed the football back and forth with each other. I noticed Craig, my boyfriend-to-be, looking at me from time to time.

Boys had to be a must for me. My ex, Brice Clarence, cheated on me with some slut from our rival school near the end of Junior year. I didn’t care though, he beat up Ray for no reason. After that incident I made sure to not pay “attention” to his needs. Not that I cared about his needs. I wanted nothing to do with them. But us being together looked perfect. I felt like I was in a well scripted movie with him.