Finding Prince Charming

That Little Dickfor

"tic tock tic tock"

Time has never went by any slower in my life than right now.

My french teacher has been lecturing us about la passé compose for exactly 43 minutes so far and I'm just about ready to shoot my eyes out.

And yes, I'm keeping time.

"Ok class, you're french homework for the weeke-" The crabby lady begins informing, raising her arm to scribble down another verb conjugation.

The sound of the lunch bell cuts her off though. I've never heard such a more heavenly sound.

She exhales a deep breath. "Just go." She stingily says through her pursed lips, dropping the chalk she had just picked up.

Thank god. We're saved.

I quickly grab my french books and shove them into my backpack. I rush out of the classroom, my long, blonde, and wavy hair flowing behind me.

See the thing is, I love school. Crazy right? Well, the education part that is, not the social part.

To simplify, I only have 3 friends.

"Hey Ellie!" A chorus of greetings cuts through my thoughts. That must be them.

"Hey guys!" I call back to them as I pushing my way through the crowded halls. I feel a jab in my rib. Ouch. Is it that hard to stay at the side?

"How was french?" My one of my friends, Louise teases.

"Horrible."

The brown haired girl remarks while rolling her eyes."Can't be that bad"

"Yah, just stare at the cute boys." My other friend, Annabelle chimes in, jumping into the conversation.

"Come on you hormonal woman, let's go get some lunch" My best guy friend, Michael chuckles while patting her back

~*~

The fifth period bell rings ends up ringing to soon though and I wind up in the girl's change room getting ready for gym. Oh, how I wish lunch was longer.

"Ugh. I hope we don't do laps today!" The girls of my gym class complain while putting in their gym clothes.

"I know right, last time I was sore for days!" Another girl boasts.

The girls continue to chatter on as I quietly change in my usual corner.

Not too soon later though, a high pitched girly voice interrupts my adventures in dreamland.

"Hey there"

I glance up from my shoes to be greeted with the queen of the popular girls, Blair Lockhart. Or as I like to call them, The Kardashians.

Everyone and their mother knows Blair. She's next runner up for captain in the school dance team. Has had a million and one boyfriends. And is every girls dream to become.

So, why is she talking to me then?

I turn my head around to see if she was talking to someone else but to my disappointment, there was no one else.

"Me?" I question, glancing up at her with confusion laced in my expression.

"Yes you silly!" she giggles.

Once again, why?

"Haha yeah, what's up?" I say, rubbing the back of my head, embarrassed at my recent slip up.

"Nothin much, you just looked nice so I thought we could hang out for this class." She explains while flipping her long brown locks behind her.

Well, this is totally not sudden. At all.