I Hate Clichès

First dates and Sweet Clichès

Jessica smirks, winking at me with her forest green eyes. "I just can't help it. And besides, everything is funnier with a dirty mind."

Ciara and I break into laughter, and so does Jessica. After regaining control of ourselves, Ciara stops and gasps. She runs over to one of the racks and picks out a Royal Blue top, long sleeved with small spike studs, in the middle of it says,

                                      Good girls
                                            are
                                        Bad Girls
                                 That haven't been
                                         Caught

I can feel excitement begin to take over as I try to contain my squeal of happiness. Ciara smiles, half a smirk. "I guess that's a yes?"

"Hell yes! Wait-" My eyes spot a white leather jacket and I pick it out. "Do you think I could wear this with that?"

Ciara nods, then her eyes widen.

I stare at her, confused. "What's wrong, Cece?"

Jessica speaks up, trying to smile. "Okay, now that we have your outfit I think we should go. I hear Pumpkin Spice lattes are in. You know I never understood the whole 'White girls love PSL' Thing, but maybe there's a reason they love it, um, yeah we should really go-"

I cut off her nervous blabbering and look in the direction where Ciara continues to stare. My eyes widen as well as soon as I spot him.

Avery. Again. How great.

I glare viciously at him, getting ready to run across the room and ask him why he won't leave me alone, but I stop myself as I see her.

"It's Molly." I whisper. My voice is barely a whisper.

I can only stare as her and Avery walk into the store. Jealousy and something else, sadness?, comes over me. Her arms are draped over his neck as he pulls her by her small waist and stocks his tongue down her throat.

So, he wasn't here for me. But out of all the people in our High school, why her?

You see, Molly is a whore. Oh, and when I say it I mean it. Usually I would never call anyone that, but in her case she is one. Constantly sleeping with every guy in the school, and occasionally a girl or two, wearing a shit-ton of make up, sporting a fake tan, hair as fake as Nicki minaj's ass, and her clothes- god what's left of them- usually she wears her usual mini-skirt with thong and crop top look. 

Now, remember all those rumors about Tyler and I sleeping together and all that fun stuff? Well, she was cause of that. I tend to stay clear of her, knowing she could end my life in less than one Facebook status. But long before that, 2nd grade in fact, we were the best of friends.

As a child I was almost always picked one because of my weight, I was the chubby child. But that never bothered her, until puberty hit. She got a pair of new boobs and I got rid of some baby fat, but not much. Soon what people said about me before, the small things that never bothered her, started to get at her. Tyler warned me she was no good durring middle school, but I chose to believe such a small thing could never get in between of our friendship. Boy was I wrong.

8th grade, my first boy-girl party, it was halloween. Molly had begged me to wear a cow costume, saying she would wear a goat, in order to protest against animal cruelty. What I didn't know was that there was to be no cruelty towards any animals, just me. So, I wore it, big mistake.