Devastation
Disclaimer: I don't own Never Been Kissed and I'm not making any profits on this story.
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When I was on my way to my locker on the Monday after prom, the hall was full of chatter and gossip about the dance and the post-prom parties. I tried to blend into the crowd and be as nondescript as possible, hoping that no one would confront me about Billy Prince's mean prank. I knew that it definitely had been around the school; Billy and his cheerleader girlfriend wouldn't miss the opportunity to spread tales of their prank around the school. At the North Glen High School, rumors flew like prairie fires, the cruelest the fastest.
"You know, I always knew you liked eggs, Josie Grossie," David Leahy, one of Billy's friends, jeered. "However, I didn't know that you liked them raw." His friends laughed appreciatively, waiting for a response.
My eyes filled with tears, but I ignored them, focusing on the dial of my lock.
"You know, I always thought that only barbarians ate them raw," David said, annoyed that I was continuing to ignore him. "Looser!" He said as he shoved me into a locker across the hall, furious that his insults had elicited no response.
I went back to my locker, grabbed my books, and ran to the bathroom, silent tears falling tracing paths down my face. I was so stupid to fall for Billy's prank. What could a gorgeous, popular boy see in me, anyway? I roughly wiped my eyes and stopped crying as a wave of ferocity passed over me. I vowed to never give my heart to another boy again because he'd only hurt and betray me, like Billy did.
The late bell rang, and I headed to class happily. After all, I had English, my favorite class. However, my hopes were still shattered like the mirror I accidentally broke last week. The in-crowd, with Billy in the center, laughed hysterically at me when I came in. Maybe you really do have seven years of bad luck if you break mirrors. I guess I'll have to wait until I'm twenty-five before I can be happy.
Ignoring the popular kid's laughter, I sat down in my front row seat and prepared for the lecture on Shakespeare's play, As You Like It.
About five minutes into class, a note landed on my desk.
Hey, can you write me a poem about my delightful prank? You looked just lovely covered in egg! Did you actually think I liked you? Why would I date some gross nerd like you when the entire female population fawns over me?
Tears filled my eyes as I read every horrible word of that note. I tucked into my pocket, to remind me of my vow to never trust a guy with my love again. I wanted to cry, but I had to uphold some form of dignity to survive my last week of school. I grabbed a black marker, crossing all the "I love Billy's" out of my book, seeing them covered with heavy black ink strangely satisfying.
Throughout my morning, laughter followed me through the halls, people were tuning their heads to stare at me and laugh at my humiliation.
At lunch, I ate at my lonely table and tried to find solace in a good book. However, everyone, even the gummy bears I packed for dessert, seemed to be staring at me and laughing. I bit their heads off, and went back to my book, leaving the headless bears on a napkin in front of me.
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After school let out, I ran home as fast as I could, eager to escape the jeers and ridicules of my peers. I dropped off my bag and picked up the poem I had written to Billy, feeling that the whole prank had been my fault, if I had hidden my feelings it never would have happened.
I got into my car and drove to the lake. I parked near the Planetarium and walked to the water's edge. I tore the poem into tiny pieces and released them into the strong breeze, serenity filling me as the wind took away my girlhood fancies and left a stronger, more suspicious me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Never Been Kissed and I'm not making any profits on this story.
.
When I was on my way to my locker on the Monday after prom, the hall was full of chatter and gossip about the dance and the post-prom parties. I tried to blend into the crowd and be as nondescript as possible, hoping that no one would confront me about Billy Prince's mean prank. I knew that it definitely had been around the school; Billy and his cheerleader girlfriend wouldn't miss the opportunity to spread tales of their prank around the school. At the North Glen High School, rumors flew like prairie fires, the cruelest the fastest.
"You know, I always knew you liked eggs, Josie Grossie," David Leahy, one of Billy's friends, jeered. "However, I didn't know that you liked them raw." His friends laughed appreciatively, waiting for a response.
My eyes filled with tears, but I ignored them, focusing on the dial of my lock.
"You know, I always thought that only barbarians ate them raw," David said, annoyed that I was continuing to ignore him. "Looser!" He said as he shoved me into a locker across the hall, furious that his insults had elicited no response.
I went back to my locker, grabbed my books, and ran to the bathroom, silent tears falling tracing paths down my face. I was so stupid to fall for Billy's prank. What could a gorgeous, popular boy see in me, anyway? I roughly wiped my eyes and stopped crying as a wave of ferocity passed over me. I vowed to never give my heart to another boy again because he'd only hurt and betray me, like Billy did.
The late bell rang, and I headed to class happily. After all, I had English, my favorite class. However, my hopes were still shattered like the mirror I accidentally broke last week. The in-crowd, with Billy in the center, laughed hysterically at me when I came in. Maybe you really do have seven years of bad luck if you break mirrors. I guess I'll have to wait until I'm twenty-five before I can be happy.
Ignoring the popular kid's laughter, I sat down in my front row seat and prepared for the lecture on Shakespeare's play, As You Like It.
About five minutes into class, a note landed on my desk.
Hey, can you write me a poem about my delightful prank? You looked just lovely covered in egg! Did you actually think I liked you? Why would I date some gross nerd like you when the entire female population fawns over me?
Tears filled my eyes as I read every horrible word of that note. I tucked into my pocket, to remind me of my vow to never trust a guy with my love again. I wanted to cry, but I had to uphold some form of dignity to survive my last week of school. I grabbed a black marker, crossing all the "I love Billy's" out of my book, seeing them covered with heavy black ink strangely satisfying.
Throughout my morning, laughter followed me through the halls, people were tuning their heads to stare at me and laugh at my humiliation.
At lunch, I ate at my lonely table and tried to find solace in a good book. However, everyone, even the gummy bears I packed for dessert, seemed to be staring at me and laughing. I bit their heads off, and went back to my book, leaving the headless bears on a napkin in front of me.
***
After school let out, I ran home as fast as I could, eager to escape the jeers and ridicules of my peers. I dropped off my bag and picked up the poem I had written to Billy, feeling that the whole prank had been my fault, if I had hidden my feelings it never would have happened.
I got into my car and drove to the lake. I parked near the Planetarium and walked to the water's edge. I tore the poem into tiny pieces and released them into the strong breeze, serenity filling me as the wind took away my girlhood fancies and left a stronger, more suspicious me.