Stupid chosen blind ambition
Blowin' up the television
It's your life, a never ending video
Prada shoes and frappachinos Gucci bags and valentinos
One hit wonders blarin' from the stereo
Why are you fascinated I'll never be outdated
You think I'm less than perfect
But don't you know I'm more than enough
You think you need the latest drama queen making a scene
An air brushed model on the silver screen
Why can't you see I'm no average angel
Tiffany Giardina, No Average Angel
"Ugh, I have Science." I groaned as me and my girls walked down the halls.
"Well-" Alex started, but as soon as she saw me crash into someone, she paused. I fell to the ground and the other person huffed.
"Watch where your going." They snapped.
"You should." I state.
"Aren't you gonna get my stuff?" The person states.
"Excuse me?" I snap.
"You heard me. .." They person states.
"I'm not-" I stop mid-sentence as I look up, because right in front of me, is Derrick Harrington.
"Oh, it's you." he states, picking up his books. He walks away without a word. I watch him walk away and I pick up my books.
"What an ass." Jesse states as we start walking again.
"Yeah." I state. When I get to the classroom door theres a note.
All classes go to the Computer Lab.
I sigh and trudge to the Computer Lab. I take a seat in the middle, but not before glancing at Derrick Harrington, whose a couple rows back.
"Ok so everyone..." My teacher went on, but no one listened. Everyone was on IM, Myspace, and playing some sorts of games.
DHxsOcCeR invites you to an IM session
I click accept and read the IM.
D: i c u
I turn around and see him smiling at me. I feel my face blush madly, as I turn back to the computer.
M:is that a good thing?
I chalk it up to flirting. Hey, it's not like I have anything to lose except my life, which isn't worth much these days anyway. I turn to the computer screen.
D: always ;)
I gasped silently. Derrick Harrington is flirting with me!
M: isn't this considered cheating?
What's wrong with a little hard-to-get?
D:huh?
I told you, he's thee stupidest boy ever.
M: kristen slutory
D: oh. she'll never know.
Damn, this guys a player.
D: i have a ?
.God. Derrick Harrington is gonna ask me out! Ahh!
M:Shoot.
D:Why is your screen name massiekur?
Dur dur dur.
M: because my name is massie. like massacur.
D:your names massie?
Oh my god. He better be kidding.
M:um yeahh...
D: i thought it was amber.
My face is blushing madly at this point. He doesn't even know my name!
I go to type, and the bell rings. I sigh, log off, and leave. Bitchten Gregory is at the door, obviously waiting for Derrick. I roll my eyes and mumble 'stalker' under my breath.
"Hey baby." I hear her say. he says something and she giggles. I hear footsteps and I hold my breath.
"Where'd you get the outfit, the thrift store?" I hear Kristen sneer as she passes me.
"I know, seriously. Nice one." Now I'm upset. That was not Alicia Riveras voice. Or Dylan Marvil's. Or Claire Lyons. This time, it's a boys.
Derrick Harringtons, to be exact.
That player!
Is he bipolar? Two-faced? Maybe both. I hate guys like that. That's why I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't have stared at him, I shouldn't have talked to him. I shouldn't have trusted him. Even if it was only for 34 minutes and 26 seconds. Ugh.
I slam my locker shut. This is the only locker time where I don't see my best friends. One more period Massie, you'll be fine!
But in reality, this totally sucks.
Sorry if it suckish. I am writing 10000000 other stories. And I'm like, failing school, and I'm trying to make jeans for my cousin whose one of my younger friends, and trying not to tell my best friend, whose my cousin and a guy, that i got him a cell phone for christmas.
So likee 5-7 reviews. I'll try to start the next chappy right now, but i need to wrap some prezzys.
Luv yass !
