Bad bitches like me is hard to come by
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Post by Jessica Ann Stanley on Jul 16, 2017 16:05:42 GMT
Normally, she isn't one to get to school early for any reason, because why waste precious minutes of extra sleep at school? But, unfortunately for Jessica Stanley, she had forgotten her English homework in her locker and to add to that problem, it was due fourth period after her chemistry class. At least she had eaten breakfast, or else today would have sucked on an epic level. Sprawled out on the front steps of the school, Jessica was frantically scribbling the answers to her homework that had been assigned by one Mr. Blume. Jessica paused for a moment to shudder. Hate was a strong word, but not strong enough to describe her feelings towards Mr. Blume, with his stupid bald head and candy-corn colored teeth.
Despies? Loathe?
Jessica frowned as she scanned over her paragraph responses - okay, more like two sentence answers - to The Scarlett Letter that they were suppose to read outside of class the past few weeks. Jessica had watched Easy A instead, because really, what's the difference? She scratched her head with her pencil as she looked at the next question, asking why Hester refused to stop wearing the letter, her face wrinkled in concentration as she thought about the movie.
Because her best friend called her a dirty skank and she wanted to show her how much of a dirty skank she could be? Jessica questioned herself, recalling the riveting plotline of Easy A. She instead thought of Lauren and Angela, and was relieved to realize that they would never do that to her. At least, Angela wouldn't.
And so she quickly scribbled down an answer of how the letter was part of who everyone thought she was, before tilting her head to read it over again to make sure it sounded right. At the rate she was going, she was going to have time to hit up one of the vending machines and store some snacks in her backpack to eat throughout the day, which will certainly make this day ten times better. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows the papers right out of her hands, knocking her book down the stairs with them, and Jessica let out a groan of frustration as she scrambled down the stairs after them.
Yeah, this day was going to be fan-freaking-tastic.
Tag; Open
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Its Complicated.
18.
High School Student.
Human
Authored by Jen.
Offline.
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Post by Mike Dylan Newton on Jul 17, 2017 14:41:40 GMT
I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby, can't you see?
Mike swatted his alarm clock as it rudely woke him from a pleasant yet inappropriate dream involving certain females he hadn’t hidden his interest in; he’s a teenage boy after all. Of course it was Monday morning yet again, meaning that he was faced with a day full of dull lessons at Forks High. Reluctantly, with a groan, Mike rolled out of bed and made quick work of getting dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a grey t-shirt and a navy dress shirt which he rolled up the sleeves of. He wasn’t one to spend particularly long getting ready, but recently, he had been spending a few moments longer trying to coax his blonde hair into a casual disarray. Once finished, he shovelled his books into his bag, slung it over his shoulder and jogging down the stairs into the Newton’s kitchen. He greeted his parents with a swift good morning as he grabbed a few slices of toast out of the rack before slathering them with butter and heading out to his silver neon dodge.
The radio blared as he made the short journey from his home to Forks High School, home of the Spartans. For once, Mike had actually completed all of his homework the previous day in study hall which meant that he was in a good mood. Well that plus the fact that Bella was finally done with that Cullen guy, which meant that he maybe had a shot now, well he would have a shot if it wasn’t for his complicated relationship with Jessica – but it was nice to have options… From the moment that Bella had arrived in Forks it wasn’t a secret that Mike had fancied her. He’d tried on many occasions to ask her out, each time she’d politely turned him down thanks to that asshole Cullen; who in Mikes’ opinion looked at her like she was something to eat. Forks wasn’t exactly popular with new comers; so the only other girls that were available to date were the ones that Mike had grown up with; the ones who had witnessed him go through all his awkward teenage boy stages. He’d had a bit of a fling with Lauren Mallory at the start of high school, but it hadn’t lasted. He’d been completely oblivious to Jessica Stanley’s crush on him, well until Bella pointed it out anyway.
Jessica Stanley was one of the most popular girls in Forks High School, she was funny, athletic, smart; basically exactly what Mike would want in a girlfriend. But of course, being teenagers, nothing was easy. They were currently going through a tough period, and he wasn’t exactly sure if they were off or on. Being a guy though, he wasn’t about to come out and just ask her. No, that would be too simple. Instead he decided to play it cool. He liked her, a lot, she made his stomach fill with butterflies, but he wasn’t about to admit that out loud. That would ruin his street credibility.
He bounced the neon into an empty parking space and killed the engine before he grabbed his book bag and climbed out. Checking his watch, he realised just how early he was. Maybe he’d run some track before first period, because none of his friends were going to be here this early. He began to make his way towards the locker rooms when something – no someone – caught his eye. Jessica. Right as a gust of wind swept away whatever she was working on. Instinctively, Mike sprinted towards the steps, collecting pieces of paper that flew towards him. Picking up the final piece, he straightened to his full height and closed the gap between him and Jessica. ”I think these belong to you,” he said, a wide smile spread across his lips. ”Morning Jess. You’re here early…?” Things had been a little awkward between them recently, but right now, it didn’t feel awkward – well for him anyway. Maybe because they were alone; they didn’t have the preying eyes of all their friends watching. |
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