A/N: Your bitch is back! I've been hella busy with college and getting those good grades, but here's a thing I was working on whenever I had free time! This was actually written for NaNoWriMo, but I gave up right at 49k words. Wild, I know. Along with other work-in-progresses that I might upload. It'll be a mess, but I was gone for a long time; I'm rusty! Anyway, it was my birthday recently (I'm 20 now, oh my god), so I wanted to upload this out of nowhere. And, as you can tell, I won't be updating all that much, sorry.
So, enjoy!
How the hell did I get into this shitty mess?
"Holy shit! Are you okay?!"
I glared up at Justin, my fuck of a friend who asked that through laughing. He was crying at this point! I nearly broke my arm from trying to do a stupid kickflip.
"Nah, nah," he got his last laugh out, "I'm serious. You alright, dude?" He held his hand out to help me. I grabbed it, just so I could pull him down to the concrete with me. He grunted from landing hard. "I deserved that."
I got up myself, dusting off my pants. "I'm fine!" I rolled my shoulder back. Shit, it did hurt a lot. "You have a hard-on for people getting hurt, Justin?"
"Hey, my bad." He had his hands up.
I could've broke something on the stairs. Hope he tries to grind on the bars and lands right on his nuts, bastard.
"You got it, man, I'm sorry." He fixed his hat and placed the board on its wheels.
I sat on bench table, next to Trevor, another friend who was the one that told me to try the stupid thing, to pull the knot I felt in my shoulder.
Trevor snickered at me, punching my arm, the side that was hurting. "You'll get it, Chloe. Remember that time I tried to grind on the handrail," he pointed at the stairs in front of us, "and I undershot it, rolling down until the end?"
"Yeah!" I scoffed, remembering how he lied down at the bottom for five minutes, "Fuck, you were rocking back and forth, crying like a bitch."
"That doesn't compare to Justin hitting his stomach against the railing ten times!"
"I can do it now! Watch!" He grabbed the board and ran far off to speed towards the stairs. Our heads turned with him, watching him ollie then grind against the rail.
I was impressed at first, smirking at him, until he got halfway, losing his balance and landing on his stomach right on the handrail. You know, again.
"Awesomesauce, dude!" I gave him a thumbs-up. Yes! Take that, fucker!
As we were laughing at him, (it wasn't as satisfying, Justin was laughing at himself too), I turned my head to the side and saw Rachel Amber. One of those popular, Vortex brats with her two other brats, walking towards their club's little hang out spot on the grass under a big ass tree. Victoria and someone else, whoever she was.
"You know, I heard there was a party going on at Amber's house." Trevor's voice was low, like it was a goddamn secret.
"Always have to have these damn parties." Justin hated them more than me.
"No, it has nothing to do with their club. I don't know what it's for, but it's not for that."
"What?" He didn't believe him. "No, come on. What else would it be?"
A special party for Blackwell's special princess. Fucking figures. Whatever the hell it was for.
"It's what I heard." Trevor reminded us again. "Maybe it is for the club. Just can't have it on campus."
"Seems the last party was a fucking fail." Justin chuckled at himself, crossing his arms.
"They actually broke the whole DJ table and speaker in the pool. Or, maybe it just fell." Trevor was there. Something about a girl named Dana; I had no idea who that was.
"Did people get electrocuted?" I hoped for a yes.
"I think someone got hit. I think they're alive."
God damn it. It would make for an interesting experience; There would be a shitload of ghost stories and pranking the hell out of each other. If only the pool thing was true. I'm the worse for wishing someone actually died.
"Excuse me, Miss Price!"
I rolled my eyes and turned around. Principal Wells aka, a stuffy alcoholic who thinks he's a good boss. "Yes, sir?"
"What did I say about the dress code here on campus?"
A fancy-schmancy high school with stupid dorms and stupid curfews and stupid neighbors who play their damn music at five a.m. to look preppy as hell. I hated their jacket so much, and their skirt. I didn't wear the stupid tie, either! He should be glad I had the shirt and pants on at all!
Justin and Trevor had the decency to wear them. Most of the uniform. The shoes were shitty and their hats were busted, but they had it on.
"'It's unacceptable and I should take this rule more seriously.'" I mocked his sentence. All I could speak was sarcasm. "I know, Wells. I'll try to remember next time." I won't.
He huffed, his hands behind his back, walking away. "I'm watching you, Miss Price."
"You say that every time you see me." I held my hands out, raising my voice. I dropped my hands and turned back to them.
"It's so fucking wild that you're still here." Justin wanted to laugh at me again.
"Helps a lot when my mom stopped dating that dickhead." My mom was with the head security guard of this school. After she left his ass, he left town and I never saw him again, thank fuck. My grades went from D to B overnight. A very model student compared to everyone else here. "Wells can't kick me out! At least I'm wearing it."
"It's fucking hilarious, dude. He lets us skate but the tie's the problem."
The annoying school bell rang. I groaned—Personal Health class.
"I'll see you after school, okay?" I bumped my fists with theirs.
I walked with everyone else into the building. Everything about the school still felt like 1910, except for the lockers they placed. I was taller than everyone, and no one dared touch me. I do get looks and saw little groups of girls whispering about me. I never paid attention to what they say about me.
I shoved my backpack into my locker and grabbed the Health textbook. I was impressed with myself for making my locker look like a dumpster fire. But, I heard students behind me running to class, and I heard them go faster as the warning bell rang. I shut the door and left to class, turning the left corner towards the classroom.
Thank fuck, I had this class with a friend. And I sat right next to her.
"Hey photographer!" I messed with her hair. Max Caulfield. Awkward nerd but, she had her perks. Like that time, she perfectly guessed what was gonna happen inside Two Whales Diner, where my mom works. She has powers, I fucking swear.
"Hey Chloe." She was happy to see me.
"Guess who got scolded by Wells once again." I landed into the next seat, tossing my book on the desk.
"I dunno… you?" She was smiling. She shouldn't be surprised anymore.
"Yup. I don't get it; how could you wear that whole thing and not hate yourself?"
"If there wasn't a dress code, I would wear the same thing anyway! So, it wouldn't matter to me, personally."
I nodded, agreeing with her. I had one good outfit, and I would wear it nearly every day of the week! If only it was socially acceptable to wear one outfit for the rest of time. Technically, we were doing that right now with this uniform thing. Mind. Blown.
She kept talking, "Do you like anything about the clothes? At all?"
"Sure, at least it's black, white, and blue. Any other tacky color and I wouldn't be here."
She rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath. "You have a point there."
"Did you hear about that party yet?"
"The one in Rachel Amber's house? The mystery rumor roaming around? I heard it through the grapevine."
"Yeah, her huge fucking mansion house and acres."
"What's your deal with her? It sounds like you hate her so much."
"Because she's your typical rich girl everyone likes. Her and her whole posse are fucking shitty! Elitist pricks. Fucking robots!"
It was a whole mix of shit with her, her friends, and her fucking club. Witnessing some of the shit they do, which I wasn't judging them for doing shit like that (I wasn't an innocent angel), but they get away with it. Every. Fucking. Time. And my ass gets in trouble for petty shit? She was the one everyone listened to and did everything she asked. She could act all nice to everyone all she wants, but there was shady shit she runs around here.
"I've talked to her before—"
The bell rang. Our teacher, Professor Ferdinand, started the class.
It was a long two periods of class. Health and then Math? The worst hours of my life. They weren't hard to keep an okay grade in. They were just so fucking boring. On this day, for the first time in the whole three years I go here, I pass Rachel Amber in the hallway.
Me thinking she was a fuckhead didn't stop me from agreeing with how hot she was. It was the only thing I could agree on! Physically, everything about her just looked... Who fucking cares?! Everyone in school had to have stared and watched her at least three times. What was Max gonna say about her? Talked to her about what?
I took a quick look at her and, turns out, she was looking back at me. What the fuck? She had a gaze in her eyes. Not like a squint but they were half-lidded, like she was trying to seduce me from across the hall. I looked away, rolling my eyes, unlocking my locker to throw my Math book in and take my backpack and my beanie I left. I wore it as I walked out, passing Wells as he watched everyone leave.
You can't tell me anything now, dick! School is done and I am free for the rest of the day!
"Hey! Justin! Trevor!" They were at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Chloe!" Justin held his hand out, doing the handshake-and-hug combination.
"Dude, I passed Amber in the hallway."
"Whoa!" Dude must be high. He was way too shocked. "What happened?"
"It was weird eye contact and that was it." I shrugged my shoulders. Weird as in, 'she was trying to use her seductress powers on me.'
"I hate it when that happens." Justin reached into his pocket and pulled out the stash of rolled-up joints he always had. "Want one?"
"Hell yeah!" I grabbed one. "I'll smoke it later tonight."
"Come on, take one more! I didn't roll a ton just for you to take one."
"… True." I grabbed half instead, tossing them into my backpack. I dunno why my dumb ass just grabbed one. Did I get high from just looking at it?
"Tough day, huh?"
"Sometimes you just wanna smoke on a Wednesday night."
Justin laughed. "I feel that. Are you heading with us to the skate park or not?"
"Max comes over to my dorm to hang out on Wednesdays. So, no, but I'll be there tomorrow after school with you guys."
"Awesome. Same place tomorrow and I will perfect that rail grind!"
"Sure, Justin, we'll be there when you break your shit and laugh at you again."
I saw Max walking down the stairs, waving at me.
"She's here. Don't fuck up anything." I said half-seriously. They'll fuck something up. Maybe more fucked up tricks and hitting nuts on bars again.
I put my arm around Max. "What's up, nerd?"
She laughed sarcastically. "Funny. I'm guessing you got some weed from Justin."
"You always know everything. But, yeah, yeah I did. Therefore, I guess I have to make it up to you for dealing with the shitty smell."
"Yeah, you do." She nodded, looking up at me as we walked towards the dorm.
"How about… Two Whales this weekend?"
"Yes, please!"
"Dude… is the s or the c silent in scent?" I asked Max. She was lying on my bed, away from the mess on the floor. I sat on the floor, resting my feet on my skateboard that I never fucking remember to bring to school, moving it left to right. I wasn't even high off my ass yet.
"I like to think it's the c."
"Okay, but the c in cent is said like an s."
"But the s is the first letter in scent, so it should be the c that's silent."
"The c is closer to the ent! It's like pterodactyl!"
Max stared at me. Check-fucking-mate. "Where on Earth did you get that?"
"Just wondering… I'm not high either. But boom, Max! I win!"
She laughed, looking up towards the ceiling. "Do you wanna fight or something?"
"Maybe."
"I'll find a question you can't answer eventually, Chloe."
"You could ask the meaning of life and I would still kick your ass."
"I'll think of one eventually! You won't realize what hit you."
Instead of answering back, I threw an old sock at her instead. I wish she fell off the bed; I wouldn't stop laughing!
"Anyway," I reached into my backpack, grabbing the blunts Justin let me have, "oh yeah, what were you saying about Amber earlier?"
"Rachel?" Looks like Max forgot. "Um…"
"Anything, Max? You talked to her before…?"
"Oh! She's really nice, Chloe! Her money and her face doesn't make her mean! And her club!"
"Shit, she used her bitch—uh, witch powers on you! I'll save you, Max!" I shot up and gripped her jacket, shaking her hard. "I swear to hell, I know the real you's in there!"
"Chlo—Okay! I'm still me! Can't I have a different opinion?!"
A/N: Review and shit!