Hey..." Someone's voice cut through the peaceful quiet air. Like the sound itself morphed into this sharp-like shape and managed to rip through the unicorns and Godzilla scenarios that was happening before my eyes.
I blink.
Fuck... It's Bea. Out of everyone who could potentially saw "me" a.k.a (the new captain of the cheerleader of Dorale) dang it.
She saw me red eyes, holding you know you know, looked pale as fuck, and probably stupid. And I don't think I could stand up.
But. I'm glad it's her. Bea isn't that type of person to have something against me or spread shit about how the school Queen Bee is actually high, not when I'm being thrown to the air, but high in smoking some stuff. This girl wouldn't do it. She probably know she wouldn't gain anything about it. Plus, she's a loner anyway. Every transfer is. I was like that once, but, I have worked my ass off, so I broke free.
Fly high like a butterfly.
My head was heavy as I try to look up, the sun stabbing my eyes, I blink through, and see her... Looking at me, emotionless.
She looks pretty. And I had to internally slap myself. Maybe I'm too high to think clearly. But... She is pretty, and I know people avoid that fact a lot. Even I do too.
But dating her? Hard pass.
I clicked my tongue out of frustration, I stood up, trying to kill the feeling of my heavy body. Because maybe, just maybe she thinks I have sore eyes, and sat somewhere in our opened garage waiting for my loss dog. Maybe. Just maybe.
Right now... I'm nowhere near to what I always present myself. Perfectly wavy golden hair, just right amount of makeup that covers my eye bugs, cropt top and skirt. Right now... I look like a homeless, wait-maybe I could say that I'm a twin.
As if.
"Hey, transfer... Bea right?" I tried to act casual about it, but I'm fucking struggling.
"Sorry to bother you but... I'm actually looking for some place to stay... Just a week." She said, her eyes looking directly at me, I stared at her, is she for real? She thinks I might let her? I blinked.
"Uh... Goodluck?" I replied with an awkward smile, her face turned serious. "I wasn't asking." She said sharply. I swear my stomach dropped somewhere in the void for a second.
"What?"
In the end. I did ended up letting her. Didn't know she had it in her. I can't believe Bea Riley is walking through the hallway of the house I'm living. You have no idea how badly I want to rip that grin of her right now.
Fuck, I should've known... Of course she'd use what she saw against me. She even had a photo... Yes she was walking down the street and saw me, and took a photo, she knew what she was doing.
"Why the hell do you need a place anyway? Aww... Did mommy kick you out?" I pouted at her, using my feet to kick the door of my bedroom shut.
She sat down on my bed like she owned it, making any humor in my face go down the drain.
"You're sleeping on the couch." I said in a serious tone. She tilted her head with a sly smirk. Who is this person?
"Wouldn't want this picture of you spread through the school right?" She said, waving her phone with a photo of me... Sat on the garage, looking depressed and high... That motherfucker.
I ended up in my couch.
"Aww... Poor baby, do you wanna sleep with me instead?" Her annoying voice made it's way into my ears. I gave her the middle finger.
