School was over and I was heading home. It was a pretty good day considering that it was my first day and all.
I parked the car and got out. I grabbed the keys to open the door and slammed it- in his face.
I heard the open behind me, but I didn't look back. I knew there was an angry boy who was tired of the games I've been playing all day.
"Stop," he said after I closed another door in his face.
"Stop what," I said innocently. I walked upstairs an closed my door and took off my shoes.
And of course, he barges on my room. "Stop this stupid game,"
I think I got him mad. "STOP THIS FUCKING STUPID GAME THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYING SINCE FUCKING LUNCH!"
"First of all, stop being redundant with the word 'fucking' because it will never happen between us. Secondly, I'm not playing a game. Im mad at you. Why when Alex asked if you have met me, you said no. HELLO, IF YOU CLEARLY HAVE FORGOTTEN, I FUCKING LIVE WITH YOU FOR FUCK SAKES." I said screaming at him.
At lunch I couldn't figure out why he said no he didn't know me, but I could make a pretty good guess why. He's popular. I'm not. Popularity goes way back in school. The kids separate themselves in groups; geeks, nerds, chess nerds, cheerleaders, jocks, Thespians, skaters, emo kids, outsiders, hipsters, rockers, mean girls, preps, and Scenesters.
Half of the cafeteria popular kids the other part is for the non-popular, and in the middle were the kids who fit on both sides.
I am the new girl, so I'm the unknown. But I sat with him- the popular boy, though what does it make me? I don't know.
He walked up closer to me. "I told him I knew you because, because-"
"Because what? Your popular and I'm not. I don't care about some stupid high school rank."
"It's not that. It's because I didn't want them to think you're one of my whores."
"Why would they think that?"
He looked down to the ground. And that's when it hit me. He's the type of guy who would try and act all bad, bring a girl to bed, then break her heart.
"You're a man whore." I said. He lifted his head up to look at me in the eyes. In those eyes I saw guilt and embarrassment. He actually felt embarrassed.
I don't know why, but I was more angry with him before. "Okay, whatever you can get out now."
"Really. After all the th-"
"Yes, really. Now get out."
He sighed before walking out.
I laid on my bed thinking about to day and how it wasn't what I expected at all, before doing my homework.
... And Done
I just finished every homework for every class I had. How is it on the first day, each teacher give you a project, two packets, one essay, and book work?
Yea, I don't think these teachers like kids at all.
I changed my clothes to a regular sport bra and some shorts. I walked downstairs to se no one was there. it was perfectly fine with me because I get to finally have some alone time.
I turned on random song and started dancing on the tables, like a drunk girl. Maybe I was drunk considering the bottom of vodka in my hand. I put to bottle at my mouth and drank as the liquor burned my throat.
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Living With Mr. PopularTeen Fiction
Lilly Carson has been home schooled her entire life. She doesn't know how to talk to boys. She doesn't know how to make friends. All she had were her parents, but now they're dead and now she's being shipped off to sunny California to live with her...