The Awkward girls with boys names
So, we've all heard these generic OC fics; New hot girl at Spencer, one of the sons of Ipswitch falls for her, turns out she has powers too, everyone lives happily ever after, blah blah blah. But in real life, there is hardly ever a happy ending. And while say, Reid, is chasing the hottest transferee ever, what about the unknown, maybe average looking, slightly bigger, not so bright, or pimply girls, who never get their high school happy ending? This is Charlotte Harris and Eloise Hancock.
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I'm Charlotte; call me Charlie. I'm short. 5'2 to be exact. It especially sucks since I'm a senior in high school and people mistake me for a 12 year old. I'm not fat, not skinny. I have curves, and a few parts of my body are a bit meatier than I'd like, but hey, no one really loves their body. I have glasses. Wooh, bring on the nerd comments. I have short hair. Joy, bring on the lesbian rumours. I don't consider myself ugly or anything, though. I'm not hot, gorgeous, or even beautiful. I just have a certain prettiness about me. Or so I'd like to think. I think that's about it…oh yeah, I have also never had a boyfriend, kissed a guy, and I am pretty much in love with Caleb Danvers. Fuck.
BEEP. BEEP. WAKE THE FUCK UP. BEEP.
I hate alarm clocks. I got up from my shitty single bed in my shared dorm, and lazily grabbed a glass of water and threw it on my room mate. For such a bubbly person, she is horrible in the mornings.
"Wah-" bang. She landed on the floor…oops. It's okay, she'll forgive me for that one on about 10 minutes. While I grabbed my stuff for a shower, she laid there and mumbled profanities into the floor.
"Come on Eloise, unless you want to shower with whores, we need to go now" At that she jumped up, grabbed a towel and used her little energy to try and hit me. It was barely a slap, and I just laughed at how pathetic she was in the morning.
Now since I'm not going to describe us having our showers, I might as well tell you about Eloise. She's my best friend and room mate. Everyone calls her Louie though, because according to her, 'the name Eloise is too girly.' Yeah, noticed she's a tomboy yet? She sits like a guy, she eats like a guy, she talks like a guy, she beats up guys like a guy…and all In a skirt. Pretty badass, if you ask me. Oh right, appearance. You wouldn't think it as I have just described her, but she is shorter than me. SHORTER THAN ME ! She has curly hair. She hates it. I mean, I'm going to be honest here, it isn't the greatest. But nothing about us is really 'great'. That's why we are the unknown, weird misfits. Not the hot transferees who get the perfect guy. We are both pale, and although we don't look the same, apart from her whole tomboy personality, we are like two peas in a pod. Joined at the hip. Hell, our personalities have started to rub off on each other. We know what the other is thinking. Kind of handy, really. Now, back on to the story !
After our showers, we got dressed into uniforms. Let's just say, the teachers don't take to kindly to the way we wear our uniforms. We get told off…A LOT. I wear mine to the rules, just not as uptight as the real nerds. The shirt is a bit looser, and I cut my skirt shorter. The thing that pisses off the teachers is how much jewellery I wear. I'm artistic, so I wear lots of abstract stuff. What can I say, I like unique things. And as for Louie, well, let's just say she does the whole 'punk rock' thing. She wears a very short skirt, her is shirt completely untucked, no blazer, tie hanging loosely over her not-so buttoned up shirt, over the knee socks, a bandana around her wrist ala Joan Jett, lots of black, and a nose ring to top it off. What can we say, we like being different.
First class: Advanced English with Louie.
"Today, as you all know and should have studied for, we are having a test. And, if Miss Harris would stop chewing gum in class, we can start" I muttered 'bitch' under my breath to Louie, but apparently I didn't mutter quiet enough.
"Detention after class, Miss Harris!" Our new professor said angrily. God, she is a bitch. Louie looked at me, more pissed off that I got detention than I was. About halfway through the test, Louie cleared her throat and started talking. Very loudly.
"Alright, so the answer to question 1 is No, question 2 Is Shakespeare, 3 Is Charlotte Bronte, duh-"
A voice bellowed from the front of class, "Miss Eloise Hancock! DETENTION! NOW!" I love the Louie always has my back. If I get detention, she gets it on purpose. Wait, Professor Bitchy McBitch Bitch is looking at me, ready to kill. Oh no.
"And Miss Harris, you can serve your detention now. The two of you just get out of my classroom." As we walked out, I caught a glimpse of prince Caleb. I think I drooled a little. But of course, as usual, he was with his amazing girlfriend, the hot new transferee, Sarah Wenham. SHIT CRAP FUCK !
I Suppose not being noticed, even when making a scene in class, comes with the territory of being the awkward girls with boys names. We'll try again tomorrow.
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Okay, awesome.I wrote this in about 20 minutes because i can't sleep. It's shit, but i'm posting it anyway. Like it? tell me. Don't like it? No need to flame. If i don't get any reviews, i doubt i'll continue, it's just a bit of messing around.