The Bad Boy's Phobia

{ c h a p t e r t w o - t h e b r e a k u p }

Francisco Lachowski is Cole Anderson. A pic on the left *o*

Dedicated to BadQueenx :)

-Kylie Smith-

"Nice outfit." Brooks, my best friend joked as she nudged me playfully on my arm.

"Thanks. I putted alot of effort into it." I rolled my eyes teasingly and drew the combo of my locker.

"Seriously girl, people are staring at you. I told you that you should bring spare clothes to school just in case of emergency!" she stated, throwing her hands up in the air. "I can't believe you're wearing pajamas right now to school. Heck, I would rather miss the bus and get smacked by my Mom's slippers than to rush and show up looking like..." she crunched up her nose and looked at me up and down, "...that."

Meet Brooklyn, my one and only awesome and down-to-Earth Asian best friend. Not that I don't have anymore friends but she's that one friend that I could never ever replace and the one that I can't live without. Duh, I'm sure everyone has that friend. Moving on, I don't even know how or when we became friends because we're quite the opposite if you ask me. She's a girly girl; I'm a tomboy. She plays footsies; I play football. She fixes her make up; I fix car engines with my Dad. A kind of a cliche best friend story in movies and books.

"For the last time Brooks, sweatpants and hoodies are more comfortable than wearing a skirt. And no, there's a difference between a pajama and sweatpants," I defended as I glanced at her choice of outfit today. She's wearing a black, pencil skirt with a tight cute yellow shirt tucked in. I made a note to myself that I would never wear a skirt to school unless it's necessary and required. How am I supposed to run around and move absentmindedly if I'm wearing a dang skirt!

"Well then what's the difference? I bought some sweatpants a year ago, promising myself that I would work out everyday, but guess what? I found it yesterday on the back of my closet with the price tag still attached!"

"Oh I thought you were pregnant! You scared me!" I said jokingly.

"Hey!" she frowned and punched me in the arm as I laughed.

"Can I please borrow the extra clothes you have?"

"You don't even have to ask. Here." she thrusted a paper bag in my hand. "Let's go to the restroom."

I saw a couple girls gazed at me with disgust and whispered to each other as they strides past us.

"Would you look at those nonjudgmental looks you're getting," she said sarcastically.

"Whatever. I don't care what people think." I shrugged honestly, and slammed my locker shut, with my free arm as the other carries my books and binders for the next class that I have. I really don't care.

"Sure you don't. You just don't wanna admit that I'm right, and you should've listen about bringing extra clothes to school! Hah!" she pointed a finger at me.

"Seriously, Brooks. I could never understand humans. We try to impress those who don't even like us. I'm sure nobody really cares about my outfit, nobody would notice."

But I was wrong. As we stroll around the hallway, almost everyone stopped engaging whatever they're doing and glared at me, the girl who's wearing sweatpants.