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I'm having a great time writing this story :D It's so fun :] You guys should check out my other story; Foreign Exchange! If you like Twilight and dark stories. Hmm.. Sittin here with my kitty on a perfect Saturday. Lol, yes I'm lazy. Bow chicka wow wow. : ) and very hyper considering I woke up around 1. XD okay on with the story… oh and my Word Document thingy wont let me say piercing[s] so I have to use a ['] idek its weird, and Bill and tom was going to be 17, but it wouldn't let me type 17 in german, so they are 16 lol.

***WARNING ABUSE***

Chapter 4: Tongue Rings

I slightly panicked, what was I going to tell them? Bill heard my stomach growling earlier, so I couldn't use that card and say I wasn't hungry. Ah, I have an idea. "I forgot my lunch money today, so I can't eat…" I trailed off, looking at the twins. I hope they would let it slide. They didn't.

"Can you charge your lunch?" Bill asked, concern in his voice. "You were hungry earlier." Aw, he was worried for me.

"No, they wont let me do that any more, they said I charged lunch too much last year." Which wasn't a lie, because I really did charge my lunch too much last year, and He figured out because the school called concerned about my health. They asked all these stupid questions like if my home life was okay, and if he made enough money to send me to school with some. And then he got mad that I was eating. He didn't like that.

"Well wait here a second, we'll be back soon. Try not to miss us too much!" Tom winked at me. I blushed.

I picked out a seat so they could see me when they walk out of the line. The cafeteria was huge! They've changed it from last year, the wooden floors were now tiled, and the round tables were now grey tables that are rectangle with circle twisty seats. Yeah, I haven't been in the cafeteria since first trimester last year. I've had an eating disorder since last year. If I did eat it would be little things here and there. He don't like me having energy, it means I would have strength. I put my head down on the table, I don't know how much longer I could take this stupid place.

Laughter erupted from the back of the cafeteria, I chose not to look up, because it was most likely about me. Stupid people. I just wish I could transfer out of this horrible place called High School. But He would never allow it. I heard movement and people sitting down in front of me. I looked up and saw the twins. They were gorgeous. They shouldn't be sitting here with me. I'm a nobody in this school, a nobody that everyone knows because of how I dress, and how I'm anti social.

"Here ya go sunshine!" Tom grinned at me. I looked down to what he was talking about. He did not just buy me food!

"You didn't have to do that you know." He had some chips, an apple, and bottle of water pushed towards me. It was very generous.

Bill piped up. "But we wanted to Aimee!" He was adorable. I think he liked saying my name, not to sound conceited or anything, but he says it way too much. "We didn't know what you like to eat so we just got you something every teen likes." He smiled while eating his apple.

I laughed. "Thanks," I took my apple and shined it on my shirt. I took a little bite and forced it down. I was going to have to do something about it later. "Oh yeah, Bill, do you do piercing's?" I drank some water.

"Yah, told you, you wouldn't forget!" Tom sang. Which made me blush somehow.

"It depends, what do you want pierced?" He asked.

"Hm, maybe my tongue or lip, I'm not sure yet."

"Yah, I can do either." He seemed happy, he must like to pierce things. In a non-weird way.

Maybe I shouldn't get my lip pierced, He might rip it out, out of meanness during one of his pointless beating sessions. I sighed. Then twins were looking at me carefully, like I would break any second. They weren't allowed to feel sorry for me. I plastered on a fake smile. "Yeah I'd rather have my tongue pierced, it'd be easier to hide from my dad." It felt weird to call him 'dad' because I was always calling him Him or He in my mind.

Tom started up. "Yeah, gi.." I kicked him under the table. He yelped. "Why'd you do that for?" He feigned a sad/mad look towards me.

I laughed. "That was for whatever perverted joke you were about to make." I leaned on my hand.

Bill snickered. "She knows you too well." He smiled at me, and we all three laughed. "If you come over to our house after school I can do it then?"

"Ok, sounds like a plan, are we going to walk?" I asked.

"Yeah, walking seems easier, and I don't know what my dad would think of if he'd have someone else in his car. Its no offense to you, but he's a little strange when it comes to people in his car." Bill confided.

"It's fine, my dad's the same way. He don't really like people in his house, I've never had friends over."

"Never?" They both asked in wonder.

"Well my old friend Alana used to come over when I was younger, but I mostly just went to her house. And that's all really." I smiled sadly. "I'm horrible at being a teenager." I laughed.

"Not really, if it wasn't for our mom we wouldn't be able to have friends over, or be able to have a life." Bill stated. "Your dads probably being over protective." If he only knew.

"Yeah. Did your tongue piercing hurt?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Not really, I did it myself though. I numbed my tongue with Novocain first, and it really helped. The swelling is the worst part, and you have to eat like liquidly foods, or mashed potatoes until the swelling stops. But its worth it. It's so neat feeling." Bill was like a little kid. Adorable. Getting excited over little things.

That somehow made me excited. "I can't wait, I've always wanted it done.." Tom was about to speak, but I hurried over him. "And no Tom, its not because of those reasons…"

He looked shocked. "I never said it was because of those reasons!" He seemed hurt.

"Nah, but you implied it." I smiled at him.

"So?"

We all laughed again, at Tom's eagerness and perverted-ness.

"Oh, what's your schedule Tom?" I asked.

Biology, Art, Algebra 2, English & History.

"Cool, we have the rest of the day together!" I exclaimed.

"Nice! I hate this fucking school, too many preps… I have been made fun of all day! How about you Bill?"

He huffed. "This school is dumb."

"I've been living here since I was born, the name calling only gets worse." I said with a sad voice.

"It's okay Aimee, don't let them get to you!" Bill said, and flashed me a smile.

"It's kind of hard not to, every time I turn around a new rumor has been spread about me. But I'll never break down in front of them. Its not worth it, I'll never give them the satisfaction." I seemed determined.

"Yah, that's how we think too," Tom threw in. "People just need to get a life. And you need to start eating more, you're tiny!"

I looked at my apple, I only took that tiny bite out of it. I decided to just open the chips instead. I took one out and looked at it, normal flavor, I've never had them before. Never ate any kind of junk food before. "Are these supposed to be good?" They smelled awful.

The twins' faces went into shock. "You've never eaten those before?" They both said at the same time.

I laughed. "I'm serious, I have never really had junk food before, my dad's a health freak." Not really, I just didn't want to sound too weird.

"Well, those are amazing! Try one please?" Tom whined.

"But they smell awful!" I complained.

"They smell like heaven!" Bill countered. "You have to eat a whole chip so you get the full effect, try it!"

I shoved a chip in my mouth. They weren't that bad. "Eh." I stated.

"Puh-lease! Chips are way better than 'eh!'" Tom stated.

"Well okay then, their okay." I smiled. "I'm not going to eat them so you guys can have them." I put the bag down on the middle of the table. Bill snatched them up first. I laughed at him.

"I should text mom and tell her Aimee's coming over after school, and make sure to tell dad not to pick us up." Tom thought out loud. Bill nodded with his mouth full.

"Try not to get caught, you can't have your phone out here." I told him.

"Aiight." He held his phone under the table, and texted away. "You have a cell?" He asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah, want my number?"

"Sure." I handed him my phone, and he gave me his. He had the Verizon Thunderbolt. It was the coolest thing I've ever seen. It made my crappy Kyocera Cricket touch screen look out of date. I silently placed my number in his phone, and took a picture of myself.

"I'm next!" Bill said excitedly. He slid his phone over to me. He had the new Droid phone by Verizon. I wish I could afford nice things like that, I loved their phones. I put my number in. "Your phones so tiny Aimee! It's cute."

"Wie ihr…" Tom added. Bill elbowed him and laughed.

"Okayyy, this whole speaking German around me isn't going to be good." I humped and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Aw, poor little American!" Tom said. "I didn't say anything bad about you." He smiled huge. He looked down under the table. "Mom said that it was ok."

"Anyways! What did you just say in German?" He was not going to change the subject.

"Don't worry about it, it wasn't bad." He grinned. "Just trust me on it ok?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked lamely.

"Not really!" Tom boomed with laughter. Was it even that funny? Oh well, I tried not to let them get me down. Even though it was only one little comment, it still made me feel bad, because I didn't know what he could have said.

The bell rang just then.

"Come on Aimee! Don't want to be late." Tom hooked his arm with mine and Bill hooked his arm around my other arm. And that's how we walked down the hallway. We dropped Bill off at his class first then me and Tom made our way to art class. Mr. R made him go to his seat so I could get some work done, because I honestly would rather be talking to Tom than doing my painting, so that was a good thing. I hopped onto the counter and put every emotion into my artwork.

XxX

We all had Algebra 2 together. Fuck my life. If I couldn't pay attention and understand first, now I actually have a distraction, and a reason to fail. I used to understand math. Now I just don't, and I don't even try anymore, because its like a failed cause. I'm never going to get the new stuff. Were working on making equations to the nth power. Then we were going to make graphs to match out equation. The fuck? Bill and Tom sat on the other side of the room, I sat off to the left in the back row. There were only 8 people in the class. I looked over to the twins, they didn't seem like they were having any problems. Fuck it, I'm laying my head down.

Not like it mattered. As soon as I laid my head down Mrs. Lister came over and shook me. Gawd. That hurt like a bitch, I didn't show any emotions though. "Are you okay today Aimee?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't get anything were doing in here." I said bluntly.

"Well what are you having trouble on?" Didn't I just tell her I didn't understand anything?

"Everything. Like what is the nth term and where does it go? Sorry. I used to be good at math."

"Don't worry about it. I'll help you, go grab some paper and sharpen your pencil." She pulled a desk closer to mine. Fuck. Now I'm going to have to learn this pointless shit.

I got up and walked to the back of the room, as I passed the twins they pretended to trip me. Bill got up and followed me. "What are you doing?" He asked me as I grabbed some paper.

"Trying not to fail math apparently. I don't understand anything that's going on. And now the teachers going to help me. I just don't fucking get it."

"Its not that hard, just stay focused, and you'll understand. I promise." He smiled and went back to sit down.

I sharpened my pencil and went back to Mrs. Lister…

XxX

English class flew by, Tom sat behind me, which made it an easy access for him to poke me on my sides. It hurt like crazy, but I didn't want to make him all sad, so I just hid the pain, and laughed it off. Were all sitting in History now. Tom sat in front of me, and Bill sat to my right, an aisle separating us. Hanna never kept her word of making my life a living hell today. Whatever. I can't stand her. Speaking of the preppy bitch she tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around.

"What?" I asked bluntly.

She feigned hurt. "I was only going to ask you a question," She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You know the new kids right?"

I nodded.

"Is he a fag?" She whispered to me jerking her head to where Bill sat oblivious.

"I don't fucking know Hanna." I copped an attitude. "I'm sick of you and your bullshit." I stated.

"Well I'm sick of you and your breathing." She yelled in my face.

"What the fuck ever, at least I don't cheat on every guy I've ever dated." I yelled back.

"Ladies!" Mrs. Brangers called.

We ignored her. "Well at least I CAN get a guy!" She yelled at me.

"WHORE!" I yelled.

"Hanna, Aimee out in the hall NOW!" The teacher pulled us apart. And yanked us to the hallway by our wrists, the door slammed shut. "Now I want to know what's going on, and I want the truth."

Hanna acted all innocent. "I didn't do anything to the freak, she just turned around and started bad talking me!" Fake tears welled up in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes. "Right. You were about to start a rumor about Bill." I defended my friend.

"A rumor? Right. I was only asking you a question." She was retarded.

"Yeah, asking if someone is a fag sure is just a question, I bet once I gave you an answer, you were going to twist my words and use them against me!" I semi yelled in her face.

"Ok ladies," Mrs. Brangers started. "I believe Aimee. You switched up your story too many times Hanna. First you said Aimee started it, then you said you were only asking a question."

"Whatever." She mumbled.

"I want you to move your stuff to the other side of the room, to prevent future conflict, got that?" I love Mrs. Brangers.

"Sure thing. Takin' the bitches side." She mumbled.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." She opened up the door, and ushered us both inside. Bill and Tom gave me questioning looks. I gave them looks that said I'd explain later. FUCK THIS CLASS. I cant wait until schools over to hang out with Bill and Tom. I looked at the clock. 2:14 class would be over in 6 minutes. Tom turned around to me since we weren't doing anything else in that period.

"She seems like a bitch." He said glancing at Hanna.

"Yeah, well she IS!" I said agitated. "Sorry bad day, it will be better when I get outside and the wind hits me."

"Why the wind?"

"It calms me down, and puts me in a better mood. And I don't want to hang out with you guys, if I'm going to feel bitchy." I laughed. I looked over at Bill and he was laying his head down. He was adorable.

"Ah, it's ok I understand, this school is hell. And I'm concerned for Bill, no matter where we move, people always tease Bill about his looks." He confided in me.

"I know. Out of everyone in this lame school, I can relate. People seem to judge people before they get to know them here. And it bugs the shit out of me." I said. Tom laughed. "What are you laughing at?"

He caught his breath. "It's you. You are fucking adorable when you cuss."

I decided to be flirty. "Well you'd better get used to it, because I cuss a lot." I winked at him.

He shifted in his seat.

The bell rang!

XxX

As we arrived at the Twins' house Simone was in the kitchen. "Mutter, were home with our friend!" Bill bellowed through the house.

"Oh I can't wait to meet them!" She turned around. "Oh Aimee hello!" She pulled me into a huge hug.

"Nice to meet you again!" I smiled warmly at her.

"I take it you guys know each other?" Tom asked.

"Yes! Aimee lives right across the street!"

"AWESOME!" The twins yelled in unison.

~I broke 3,000 words =] sorry if the ending seems a little rushed. I'm being rushed off the computer, my mom needs Farmville *Pssh* Anyways I had to update today, because I'm not going to be here tomorrow, and I don't know how soon I can get on my laptop after that… I love you guys :D

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