Se connecter"Hello beauty, may I?". The prick asked and sits on the couch beside me."He didn't even wait for our reply before sitting,'' I say to myself."HI". Clara smiled as she takes his hand for a hand check. "You look like..."Caleb, I'm Caleb... I don't look like anyone but the Caleb everybody knows". He snaps and withdraw his hand from Clara's 'and extends his hand to me, I look from his face to his extended hand searching for the fucking thing that swells this prick's head."The sit is taken". I say and slaps his hand away from my face."Sorry?". He asks as if I stutter over my words. I kept quiet and continued staring at the coffee cup. "Well... It's only gonna take a few seconds with what I have to say to you".I wanted to protest but Clara kicks my leg and I look at her bitting down the rude remark I wanted to
I stare closely at the empty coffee cup on the table that is now many instead of one, trying to demarcate the real cup from my imaginary ones.My eyes seemed to be seeing things double, I almost thought Mr. Cuba was two when he walked inside the classroom with his big goggles. I knew he intentionally called me up to his table when he used me as an example of how girls should dress to school.Some might be laughing at my big dress...but I don't give a damn for all I care. Maybe I look a little weird cos I've never worn this kind of dress for once in my life. But this isn't just any kind of dress, It was a present from Magritte on my 15th birthday.Magritte was like. "You're growing my angel, This dress marks your fifteenth years on earth, though it doesn't match perfectly now you will grow into the dress's fitting someday".Dressing this way was never my thing but Magritte used my we
Nobody wants to talk about last Saturday. The DMGIRLS never mentioned it which seemed to me like a normal life routine in this school. I've been bringing up the discussion occasionally with Christy who seems to keep repeating the word "I DANCED WITH STEPHEN " which is weird to me. She never said anything else both everybody that attended the party are just silenced on the matter. While Betty and her group carried on with their bitchy attitudes.Wanna know why I've been bringing up the discussion of last Saturday? It's because I want them to be scared, I want them to know that someone is watching them, I want them to stop what they are doing before it's too late, though it's too late I want to give them one chance for them to think through their mistakes and intend on amending them it seems like they would never do such."Lara, you awake?". Magritte asks as she quietly closes the door behind her and walks to
"Betty! Look who fucking decided to show up"! Patty yells at Clara as we walk inside the crowded room."Whoa, easy bitchy she's with me" I grin taking Clara's hand and walked past her to greet our host. Whoa, this room is so huge and the party's got a hinky taste.Clara lets go of my hand and head to get a drink for herself. "You came! have a glass of wine Betty smiled handing me the glass that looks exactly like what Clara described."Aww... So sweet of you... Thanks, I'm indeed impressed". I collected the glass from her and hurried to where Clara was sitting with a bunch of already wasted students but Betty grabbed my hands, which I fucking didn't like. Be cool. I tell myself."Hey... It isn't fair to give a drink and not be appreciated". She beams.Whoa, this is gonna be tougher than I expected " I did... I said thanks, didn't I? Or is ya mind blocked?" I bre
"I can't believe this. I'm really going to Christy's party... A DMGIRLS. And Betty's gonna be there!". Clara gush. And I wonder what's really exciting about Betty... She and Betty. Hmmm...Betty doesn't even know she exists and it's kinda funny.Betty Evans the school head cheerleader and a renowned bitch tagged slut founder of DMGIRLS. I plan on naming her that publicly."Hey, what's so exciting about Betty or... Is there something you ain't telling me? I ask pulling over in front of a building next to Christy's. We can just walk in from here but I need to talk with Clara first before driving inside, I need to know where those girls were always mean to her and why she came to their party." You've been talking about her since. Are you head over heels with her? I ask her."I just like her". She whispers and I gape at her word."Yeah, who wouldn't like a DMGIRLS they are the goddess of
"You were really good in that car, Oh my goodness, is that yours? So cool and... and.. awesome. Maybe we could take a ride together after class". Clara effused touching my car which I don't like at all ...and I also don't like her either. She talks a lot and seems like someone who just wants to be friends with me because... I don't know. I haven't even told anyone here that my daddy is rich or maybe they saw it on the news. Because he's everywhere."Hey, I've told you several times, to stay the hell away from me. Don't you get it? I don't want to be friends with you and the thing here is that I don't like you!" I yell almost calling attention to us. But people are already Staring at us and my car."I just wanna be friends with you, that's all". She says softl