CHAPTER 11
"So, I take it Drake didn't ask you to the dance then." Rose gritted her teeth as she turned to the most annoying girl she had ever met, who also happened to sit next to her in Physics. Elle was tall and skinny, orange with bright blonde hair and wore so much make up that it stuck about 5cm out from her face. She was the biggest slag in the school and was proud of it.
"No, he didn't." Rose replied, pretending she didn't care as she did the exercises on the electromagnetic spectrum.
"Did anyone ask you to the dance?" Rose turned to face Elle and wished she could get away with punching her in tangerine face.
"Yes actually, Talen did." She said, and smirked as she saw how Elle's face fell. That was not the answer she had been hoping for. But Elle quickly recovered her composure as her annoying pouty smirk returned.
"Don't you want to know how I know Drake didn't ask you?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes annoyingly.
"Not really." Rose replied. "But I'm guessing it's cos you saw what happened in the canteen." Elle's smile grew.
"Nope, well yes, I did see that, but that's not why." Rose went back to her work, actually rather interested but not wanting to show it. Elle coughed and Rose looked up.
"Look, fine, I can see you're dying to tell me, so go on. How do you know?" Elle flicked her hair about a bit and smiled sweetly.
"Because…I heard him ask someone else." She said triumphantly. Rose's stomach fell but she kept her face blank.
"Really? Wow, do tell me more! Who on earth was it?" She asked sarcastically. Elle examined her nails which were more like talons.
"Me." She said casually, but stretching out the word, savouring it on her tongue. Rose felt physically sick. Her stomach lurched and her heart ripped in two. Her face, though, remained unreadable.
"Oh how lovely, a word of warning though, I don't think even the amount of make up you wear will hide the effects of your first kiss. Drake likes to rearrange his girlfriends' faces when he first gets with them." And with that she smiled sweetly, then took her stuff to the other side of the classroom.
"Miss Azalea, what are you doing?" Boomed Mr. Lawrence from the front of the classroom.
"Oh I just moved so I could see the board better." Rose smiled, sneaking a peek across at Elle, whose mouth was still wide open in shock. Rose's smile widened as a feeling of triumph filled her. She'd still like to hit her though. Quite a few times.
Rose was going to her locker when she felt someone watching her. She closed the locker door and came face to face with Drake. She smiled sarcastically.
"Hey Drake, how lovely to see you!" She said fakely, but this didn't move the huge smirk on his face. He watched her for a while as he leaned on the lockers, arms crossed over his chest. Rose raised an eyebrow. "Well?" She asked after a while, he grinned.
"Oh, finally finished gazing into my beautiful eyes?" He asked, she rolled her eyes.
"Hey, you're the one who's standing at my locker." She replied.
"True true…" He smirked. "So…just came to see if you're looking forward to the dance?" Rose smiled.
"Oh how kind! Yes I am actually looking forward to going to the dance with my date. Talen Tatum, do you know him? Tall, dark and handsome…just my type." Drake raised an eyebrow as he gritted his teeth.
"I'm blonde…" He said.
"And it turned out you weren't my type…" Rose said sweetly. Drake narrowed his eyes.
"Well? Don't you want to know who I asked?" He asked, his shark grin appearing on his face.
"Oh I already know. We had a lovely chat in Physics." Drake laughed.
"Oh I knew you'd get on, she's lovely isn't she?" Rose scrunched up her face in disgust.
"No, that's not really the word I'd use…I'd probably describe her more as a slag…a whore…and just generally a bitch." Drake shrugged, loving Rose's obvious hatred and jealousy.
"She's hot though."
"Sure…if you like the oompa loompa type…"
"Well maybe I do."
"Fine."
"Fine."
And with that they both stormed off their separate ways, both fuming at the other.
It was Saturday and Rose and Brianna were sitting at a table outside a little café in town, sipping on milkshakes. They had just finished a furious morning of shopping and were now ready for the dance, pleased with their buys. Well, Rose was. Brianna still wasn't keen on wearing a dress. Rose had updated Brianna on the whole Drake and Elle thing, and Brianna had been sympathetic, but had cheered Rose up with saying that Drake was probably equally annoyed about her going with Talen. As they sat there, Finn came up to them smiling. He really was cute, with blonde hair and blue eyes; he looked strangely similar to Niall Horan from One Direction.
"Hey Bri, Rose!" He smiled.
"Hi Finn!" They said back.
"So, umm, you're still going with me to the dance, aren't you?" He asked Brianna jokingly, but Rose could tell there was some seriousness underneath. She giggled and nodded. "Phew" He laughed. "Just checking!"
"D'you want to join us Finn?" Asked Rose. He turned to look at a group of lads from their year standing a few metres away and shook his head.
"Nah sorry can't, just popped over to say hi. Well, see you tomorrow Brianna!" He grinned and then jogged off back to his friends. Rose turned to see her friend blushing furiously. She grinned, she was happy for Brianna, she really was, she could tell that there were sparks between those two. Brianna's eyes fell on something behind Rose and she sighed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I can not BELIEVE her! She is so jealous. It's so annoying! There are loads of guys at Coates and out of all of them she has to choose the ones who take an interest in me. She did it at the dance last year as well, I went with Luke…you don't know him, he's in hospital now, paralysed for life…think he rubbed Drake up the wrong way or something. Anyway, when he asked me she was there, looking all upset. Eurgh, it's like she's set on ruining my life!" Rose turned to see the Dekka girl sitting at the next table. It was true, she never seemed to be far off from Brianna, but it was kinda weird that she should fancy every guy the girl dated…weird. But Rose had already discovered, everyone who went to this school was mildly weird. Or very weird. Or just plain psychotic.
"Hey Drakey" Came a familiarly annoying voice. Drake clenched his fists and his jaw and fought the huge urge to punch her in the face. He turned around.
"Hi Elle." He said through gritted teeth. She was bright orange as usual and her make up made her look like a drag queen. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and stuck her chest out, making him want to gag.
"I am so excited for this dance Drakey." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Drake tensed and smiled through the pain. Imagining all the different ways he could kill her was the only thing stopping him from doing it right then. He couldn't believe he was going to this extent to annoy Rose. Then he thought of Talen Tatum and it gave him new strength.
"Me too babe." He said loudly so passers by could hear and hopefully pass the information on to Rose. "Me too." And Elle smiled sickeningly and fluttered her eyelashes so that one of her fake ones got stuck to her orangutan foundation and glued her eye shut. She panicked and Drake took it as an opportunity to slip out from under her arms and run for his life.