âEmo guy x popular girlâ âbwwmâ âhighschool sweetheartsâ âloser x popularâ
Now, in my highschool years I'd say I'm pretty well known. Who am I kidding? If someone didn't know me in school I would definitely be surprised. Ever since sophomore year I've had more controversies and beefs that I don't even remember. However, I think I'd be going on forever if I told you about my awesome come up.
âI think I should write a book about my life.â I claimed, twirling the mush they called lunch at this school. I considered writing a book a lot, it would only be right. After all, I have big plans after high school.
âBecca have you even written an essay without cheating?â Alyssa, my best friend since middle school mentioned. I glared at her from the other side of the lunch table, I mean she was right but she just practically called me a dumbass.
âI only cheat when I need to actually, one of my favorite models also says that she doesnât work unless she has too,â I shrugged, I was partly cheating because I was lazilyâalso who gives three essays in one week?
âUh huh, and what was the model's name?â She put her hand on her chin expecting me to answer in a flash.
âDonât remember actually.â
âExactly, besides you're not a model who makes thousands a week,â she prodded, poking my shoulder to remind me I was simply still a regular teenager. However I admit my ego is too big to believe that.
She sighs as I puff out my chest playfully, posing for an invisible camera. After lunch me and Aylassa walked in the hallway alongside some other girls.
They were just almost as well known as me but I didnât consider them as friends, I knew girls at their status. I hated them. Thatâs why I mostly stuck around Alyssa, sheâd been by my side even through my awkward ugly phase.
While walking to my French class I passed by RoanâRin? Whatever his name was, I mean I know I was a weird kid back then but you could never catch me in the clothes he wears.
He wore too tight pants, and if he didn't wear them he wore baggy skinny jeans, just terrible. He looked a little gay in my opinion, a guy should not be wearing that many accessories. Not to mention the hair, gosh the hair.
If I ever went out looking like that Iâd be roasted hard. âHow can he go out looking like that?â I turned to Alyssa with crossed arms.
âMaybe he likes dressing like that,â
âHe looks borderline creepy,â Another girl cuts in, to which I nodded in agreement with her even though I barely knew her.
âSee?â I pointed my hand to the girl for example before heading into class.
I loved French class, I did practically nothing in class and somehow still passed. The teacher always spoke in French to make us âunderstand betterâ. To be honest, Iâm pretty sure I donât even know how to form a sentence.
The bell rang and the classroom door swung open as I doodled in my bedazzled notebook. I was the Ron guy who dressed all freaky, I just realized he had this class.
âDo you have a pass Sir?â The French teacher asked, standing up from her desk.
âYou know youâll be marked absent right?â
I watched him shrug his shoulders and look around the classroom for a seat. Unfortunately for me, the only free seat was behind me. GreatâŚ
Idk if I'm gonna finish this guysâŚshould I?