Placing in her extensions was the hardest part of her used to be the winged eyeliner, but she soon became a natural at it. I applied one one quick layer of lipstick, puckering my lips as if waiting for a kiss that wouldn't come, and turned around to grab her knock-off designer purse.
She ran, dodging all the old furniture, to the small hole she always climbed through. It was always hard not to mess up her make up, hair, or outfit. After shimmying out, I quickly ran my hands through my hair and brushed my hands across my outfit to smooth it out.
Looking up quickly she saw a pair of eyes on me. It came from a patrol car. He sat in the back seat, staring directly at me. I was a deer in the headlights, but I turned around and quickly walked in the opposite direction. Luckily, he was in the passenger seat and the actual cop was oblivious of her.
When I was out of their sight, I still couldn't shake off the weird feeling I got from him. Ignoring it, I quickly walked around the corner and made my way to my handsome boyfriend's sports car. Kyle had blue eyes and dark brown hair.
I had been in love with him since the third grade, it was almost an obsession. Well, I take that back. It was an obsession.
But he wasn't a douchewagon, he was popular, but that didn't get to his head. Before she became a criminal and the most envied girl in the school, she was a loser.
She had a round belly and meaty thighs, tangled red hair that looked like a lion's mane, and a set of braces to complete the look. She'd gotten rid of the braces, brushed her hair, and developed a bad case of bulimia to drop the pounds and she became an instant hottie.
Of course, this was all before her mother died and before her dad became the abusive jackass he was.
Kyle gave a bright smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was something wrong, but she didn't want to find out.
She opened the door of the cherry red car, sliding in quickly, dreading the moment she found out what he was upset about.
"Hey, babe!" He said, trying to sound happy. She opened her arms, leaning into hug him and give him a quick peck on the lips, he quickly wrapped his arms around her. He intentionally missed her lips which gave her a small pang in her chest.
"Let's get going." He said, as they pulled apart, leaving me to sink down in the seat. She felt like crying, but I kept my eyes closed and keeping the flood back.
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Opening my locker was hard, only because my thoughts lingered on Kyle. So many times I missed the combination and became frustrated with myself.
I hit the locker with a tight fist, receiving a few glances. "Hey! If you hit that locker again you're gonna get two weeks of detention! These aren't yours to ruin!" My assistant principal, Dr. Shepherd shouted.
I closed my eyes tightly, head facing the floor. "Yes, sir." I mumbled quietly. It didn't sound sincere at all, but I didn't care at the moment. "What did you say?" He hollered again, leaning closer.
He had an obnoxiously loud voice, it pierced my ears everytime he spoke. "Yes, sir." I hissed in a harsh tone.
I felt him leave and I thanked the lord for it. My two bestfriends looked at me accusingly. Isabelle was a tall, super model like young woman with boobs that entered the room before her face did, and Kaelie was tiny, and pixie-like features. The first time you saw her you saw the sweet girl next door. But she had a tongue that could make superman cry.
"What was that about?" Isabelle asked, obvious concern in her eyes. She was my only true friend, she had been there since my loser days, and I couldn't thank her enough.
"Kyle. When he was driving this morning he was... Acting weird. He didn't kiss me when I leaned in. You should've seen the look on his face! I'm really worried!"
"Do you think he's breaking up with you?" Isabelle asked. "I'm not sure." I answered quietly. Kaelie jumped in with a dumb remark, as always. "Do you think he's gay?" She asked, bursting with curiousity.
I slammed head against the locker. Isabelle nicely turned to Kaelie, "Sweetheart, I don't think now's the time for that. Kaelie opened her mouth to speak, but Isabelle forcefully turned her around and pushed her away.
Isabelle grabbed Clary's shoulders, guiding her to their first class. "Ignore her. You'll be fine." Clary hoped she was right.
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I walked into the auditorium with Isabelle. Immediately hearing whispers about what happens by my locker. People must have heard us talking about Kyle.
She quickly grabbed my hand guiding me to the seat in the back. This was where all the popular kids sat. Kyle was there too.
There Seelie sat on his lap, playing with his hair. He smiled and kissed her. The teacher clapped his hands together, "Okay, no PDA. Yes, this is drama, but we are not learning how to act for pornography. Please, if you decide to get an STD, do it on your own time and not in my class.
All eyes landed on my ex, and then on me. My face blazed and I felt like an idiot. I knew everyone would be on my side, but this was so embarrassing.
I hid my face in Isabelle's shoulder. "Clary, if it helps, you won't be the one getting pregnant as a teen." He quipped calmly.
Clary laughed and eventually revealed her face again. Everyone snickered at Mr. Wagner. He was everyone's favorite because of his sass.
He knew of Clary's home life, yet he still didn't call the cops. I met his eye and he gave me a thumbs up and I gave him a thumbs up back.
"Okay, everybody. Today, you will be interviewed by someone unknown to you. Pick a partner that you are not friends with and begin."
All the girls immediately crowded around the "hot new kid", or so I heard. When I finally looked at his face I noticed it was the guy from the patrol car .
His eyes landed on mine. He peeled off the prying hands of the desperate girls and walked closer. "Hey, do you want to be partners?" He asked innocently, obviously unaware of my social status. Before I could decline, I noticed Kyle staring at us.
Giving the admittedly cute boy a flirtatious smile, I said yes.
A/N:
SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDDATING IN FOREVER. The time just passed and I just kept waving it on by. Does anyone get the Paramore reference?
anyways, I will update by Sunday. I pinky promise.
