Falling For The Bad Boy

Emo Sessions Through a Blow Horn

"And when I come back, everything better be the same with my bike. You might not think I'll know. But oh. I'll know. Plus don't forget my family is fucking loaded. I could get Atticus Finch as my lawyer if I wanted too. Don't touch my bike." Well if something bad was gonna happen, I better just let it all out ay? I turned to Chases confused face and said

"If you were smart, you'd understand who Atticus Finch is bud."

I walked into the building and headed straight for my locker. I put my helmet inside of it and grabbed all my work for today. I finished it all in literally ten minutes. That's math, science,reading, language, art, and history. I said I'm smart.

"Okay bitch. Did you do sexy!?" I turned around to see Blare standing next to me.

"Uhh. Well..."

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"I knew you could be sexy if you tried!" Blare said.

"Yah. Well. Never again." I replied.

"That's what you say now but just wait! Are you coming to class?!"

"Not this one. I have to go see the counselor again!"

"Well have fun! As long as your not just skipping."

"Im not! Goodbye! Don't be late!" she walked to her class and I just stayed in the hallway. Yah I skipped class a lot in my old school. So what!? If you knew everything, even more than the teachers did, would you go to class!? Okay I get it!! I'm the worst excuse for a good girl. I don't actually give a fuck.

"The one day something interesting happens I have to be sick?! How depressing." I heard a voice say. It was familiar. Too familiar. I turned around to see none other than Lola Jackson. Lola was a huge part of my life. Dylan and Chase caused physical pain, Lola caused emotional.

I just stood there and looked at her. Sure she was pretty. Wait. That's an understatement. She was like gorgeous!! Why do good looking people have to be the devil in disguise!? Lola had naturally blonde hair that had black and pink color in it. It was long and she had pretty blue-grey eyes. She had a sort of punk rock style. Today for instance, she was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a bunch of brackets, some black high heels, two bow rings, one on each middle finger, and oh yah, half a freaking shirt!! Who the hell lets her walk around like this!?

"I missed you so much! But what happened to all your fat!? It really suited you well." I just nodded my head and clutched my book bag, I looked down and just took notice of my shoes. They were brown combats today. They were nice! Costed me ninety dollars! Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dylan and Chase walk over. Oh great.

"What the hell is this!? A fucking get together!?" who just said that? I like them. Hehe. I was thinking the same thing. I looked around at everyone's shocked expressions. Fuck. I said that didn't I!? Remind me to face palm myself with a brick later.

"Losing fat also gave you some confidence. How cute. But I am wondering, how many times did you have to puke to look like that?" Lola said.

"What? Why would I- ohhhhh. Umm. None?" I said. She thought I was anorexic. I knew some one would.

"Psht. Yah. Okay! So enough with listening to your lies. Your in my BOYFRIENDS parking spot. I think it'd be best to move it!"

"Boyfriend?" Whos she dating? I took Dylan's spot but even I knew Dylan was hitting on me.

"Uhm. Yah bitch. My boyfriend. Me and Dylan have been dating since like forever!"

"It's not forever Hun. If anything it's two years. And we all know you fucked more guys then there are stars in the sky so forever isn't what you think it is." hold the telephone. Now hold the cellphone. Shit hold me because imma bout to die! Sometimes I can't control what I say! Lots of eyes widened, except not Lola's, her's lowered into slits. I could see Chase smile and Dylan tried to stifle a laugh, but failed miserably.

"Jelous much?!"

"Ahaha. Of you? Nah. You guys are great for each other! So where's the wedding? In your guys' homeland? Hell?" hehe. I'm funny. Why don't any of these people think so!? Depressing much!? Lola took a step closer to me so she was right in my face.

"Listen. It's the first day I've seen you since you've gotten back, you probably think your new and improved or whatever but your not. So I forgive you for now. But I still don't like you and your still an ugly bitch. Got that!? Nothing's changed. So shut the fuck up and scurry along. Because things can get bad for you. Very bad."

"Okay all mighty one! I bow to your command! But one thing. You don't like me? I thought we were like best friends!! What the fuck do you think this is!? I'm not gonna actually listen to you."

"Then your gonna pay."

"Bring it bitch."

"Whoaaa!!!! Why are there people in the hall?" a voice said from a blow horn. "Andy!? Hey Andyyyy!!!" I turned to see Sylvia standing just a few feet away screaming into a blow horn.

"Andy your late for your emo sessions!"

"IM NOT EMO!!" I yelled at her.

"Denial. That's what the emos do. They say they aren't emos."

"It's also what NON EMOS say!"

"Sure it is. Just admit you have a problem. It's for the better."

"Can we just go do this session. I have class to get to." I mumbled while walking away from the group of kids laughing at me.

"So Emo Andy when was the last time you cut?" Sylvia said into the blow horn. I grabbed the blow horn and held it away from her the rest of the walk to her office. When we got there I sat down and she locked the door and sat in her seat.

"And let it out." Sylvia said. That's what I did. I sat there and cried. I cried because of everything that's happened in life and I let it all out right there in that office with Sylvia. She kept handing me tissues but I declined for the most part, until I was finished. Luckily since I don't wear make up I didn't look like a raccoon. Also since I wasn't rubbing my eyes with the tissues, my eyes weren't as red and puffy as they could be.

"Why don't you take the day off to go home?" Sylvia said.

"I'd like too but Blare needs a ride."

"Don't worry I've got it covered."

"Really!?"

"Yupp! So get off my property and go home!" I nodded and walked to my motorcycle. I went home thinking about how much Sylvia was actually a good counselor. She could be fun and make me laugh when I need it but she also knew how to be sensitive and caring when everything fell apart. Well so far at least... I've only known her two days.

When I got home I made some popcorn. Like five bags of popcorn, and grabbed a couple candy bars and tissues, and sat on my couch. I put in the movie cyber bully and watched it over and over again. I cried each time. Towards the beginning of the movie for the third time watching it, it was 3:00. Blare would be home soon, but I was falling asleep so screw it. I fell asleep. In my blanket home with chocolate wrappers, popcorn, and snotty tissues all over. My eyes were puffy and red and a sad movie was on. What the fuck!? I didn't even have a break up...

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A/N: Fuck. My. Fucking. God. Damn. Shitting. Fuck of a fucking life. If you read this earlier then you know that it fucking repeated itself!, this iPads fucked up and imma fuckinf fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you couldn't tell already, my favorite word Is fuck. Fuckity fuckness in fuckerville!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm starting to sound like that one chic who was trying to sing. And she was like and i e I will always love- FUCK!!! Hehe she scared me. Me and her should be friends though and scream fuck all over the world!, fucking a!!! This is some fucked up shit!, thank you fuck Savannah Jones for being a fucking smart person and knowing I messed up and I could fix it before my imaginary readers read this!! I say imaginary because I have only three people who have commented on my fucking story!? What the fucks wrong with your keyboard!?

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I apologize if I offended any one. I'm pissed the fuck off. I love you all and thank you for reading my story!(: I not always like this. Fuckkk