Author's note:
Not edited, so sorry if there are spelling mistakes or grammer errors.
Thanks to everyone who reads this story.
The pic is of Destiny, a.k.a the school's most popular girl
-Noah-
Rushing down the stairs, me and Cole stopped in front of 'Destiny and her Devils'. "Noah...? What are you guys doing here?" Destiny, the head, and Lucifer's own daughter, asked me. "Hey, Destiny. Fancy running into you here. I was going to ask you the same question." I smiled. A small smile escaped her lips. "Well, you know, us stars have to shine and Ms. Celeste and I have an appointement, considering she is my personal-cosmotologist." She bragged. I smiled a fake smile.
Her gaze soon turned to Jacob. "Well, Cole. I was just talking to Christie here," She pointed to one of her friends. "Telling her how much of gentleman you are. And she didn't stop asking question about you. I'm sure you can answer her question, believeing that are not in a rush." She continued. Christie shyly walked to Cole and he gave me a 'WTF look'. Giving him a smirk, I pushed them gently towards the next room.
When I looked back, I only saw Destiny there. "Where are..." I was interrupted by 'Lucifer's Daughter' herself. "I was thinking that maybe we could hang out or something. You know, spend some time together and all..." She explaines. Of course nobody can resist my looks, but Destiny of all people? Well God gives, and I take... Willingly. A smirk played on my face. "I take that as a 'Yes'." She giggled.
Pushing her against the wall, I put my hands on her hips. She moaned and groaned. Overreactive much. "Ah! Not again!" I heard someone whisper-scream. What can I say, I am a very good listener.
I instantly turned around to see a girl, with a rather surprised yet disgusted face. I can't recall where, but I have seen this girl somewhere... Oh wait, isn't she the scared little girl, who apparently rscaped from me. I wasn't gonna do anything to her anyways. I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty by touching 'that'. Rushing down the stairs, she disappeared. "Baby... Are you OK?" Destiny high-pitched voice brought me back to our little session. I nodded with a lopsided smile.
-Alana-
Ew... He practically shoved his tongue into her mouth. Okay Alana, you are overexaggerating. He was touching her. But practically that was sexual contact for me. Did she not feel uncomfortable? Many, meaning a total of five questions, were running through my mind. I looked back to see if anyone, or he, was following me. I guess not. Anyways who would want to follow me. And even if anyone did, that could only mean two reasons:
1. To beat me up
2. To get something from me
Yes, I am a coward and I never tell anyone about this. Only God, me and my 'bullies' know. They don't exactly harm me physically but each time they try to dig an even deeper hole in my heart.
I started to speed up; not knowing where to go, I took the first left, into the Health/Science pod. I slid to the floor, crouching down and hugging my knees while I gasp for breath. I don't necessarily run around the school.
Well anyways, I hope the guy didn't recognize me, but I sure do recall him. All I have to do now is spent my time wisely till Krissy arrives, and do my best to not get caught by him.
~15 minutes later...~
Letting out a groan, I walked back and forth. Finally my phone beeped, indicating a message. It read:
Krazy_Krissy4U: Hey gurl! Where you at?
Me: Finally! What took you so long? Been waiting for half an hour! Oh dw, I'll meet you by your locker :-)
Krazy_Krissy4U: Chill, man. It's only 8:15. And kay, meet u at my lockr. Nos vemos allí xoxo
Oh, by the way, Kristen is 'desde Cuba' (from Cuba). She was born and brought up there do she is very fluent in Spanish. But I have no clue what she wrote.
In an instant, I got another message from Kristen
Krazy_Krissy4U: Oh btw, the Español means see you there.
I smiled sheepishly at myself, and made my way down to her locker. As I nearedher locker door, I smelled the sweet scent of coffee. She was the lean, mean, daughter of a coffee maker who name is Juana. She gets free coffee, and her mother's coffee shop is the best in the country. Her mother imports coffee beans from their family coffee reserves and when it comes out as a finished product, I'll be the first one on the counter.
Her mum owns a small bakery and I go there, just to get some free coffee and to pay 'Juana', as she insists that I call her that, a visit. I pick up my pace and literally knock over some garbage cans, push some people, shove some teachers, slide past the sharp edges of the walls, and eventually I got to my coffee. "Thanks a lot for the coffee."I smiled, snatching the coffee out of Kristen's hand. "HEY! That's my coffee; go get your own. And apparently this best friend of mine can't help this poor dansel in distress, she cares too much about the coffee, eh?" She retroted back. Noticing her struggle to close her locker with 1 thick thick textbook, 2 binders, and a weird-looking pencil case, I immediately stepped in and assisted her. Oh what a lucky person she is to have me as a friend. If it was someone else, they would have took the coffee from her and stood their minding their own business.
~Some time later (after the walking was done and we got to our first period class)~
"Ugh..." Kristen sighed as both of us watched at the disgusting sight before us. Well I think it's disgusting, she might be jealous, since Kiera was playing 'Catch my tongue if you can' in Tyler's mouth. Okay, here is a brief, not so short story, narrated by Alana (that's me!).
Okay so... Once upon a time, specifically last year in Grade 10, in a land not so far from where I am standing right now, Well maybe a meter from this doorway to the doorway of our Science class, there was a handsome guy. Sure he was charming but he was one of those stupid-populars, you know what I mean. Anyways... In that same class, there was fair maiden, introducing Kristen, and without further-ado the teacher united them as partners for a project... Blah, blah, blahahhh.. Eventually the guy asked the fair maiden on a date, she refused (at first), but she gave in due to her best friend's poking and annoying ruckus. After their date, they were 'ooooofficial' and so he guy sent the girl flowers and chocolates, and in return the girl send him kisses and permission to her oral (mouth and throat) area, I won't go too much in detail. And finally she caught him cheating and broke up; she was never over that connection, as she liked it to call it, and her jealousy sprung up ever so often, or everytime she saw him with another girl... practicing uneducational CPR. And unlike many other "Happily Ever After" stories, this one had a "Sadly Ever After", they broke up within milliseconds I tell you. And that was the end of that.
"Ouch! What what was that for?!" I ask my awesome best friend. She raised her eyebrow, "You were zoning out... again." She mumbled. "It runs through the family, okay?" I replied, spitting; but I wiped it off of the table.
And speaking of spitting, that Martin kid owes me a $25 for spitting on my $20 dollar bill. Believe me, he should have been born as a motor power, non-stop water feeding engine; him and spitting go hand in hand. The spit that comes out of his mouth when he says one sentence could feed Niagara Falls 100 times in a day, non-stop.
After a few moments, the second bell rang, ushering the laters, as I like to call them, and the populars to get their Gluteus Maximus to class. Our teacher is always late, probably eating her 10 pound burger on her way to class, no offence. I sigh, and I sigh again, and again, and I sneeze. My sneeze probably scared half of the class because they had terror covering their faces. Jeez, calm down people, my sneeze is so tiny that even a mouse can't hear it. But after examining their faces, I turned my head in the direction of the door and saw what they were actually scared of. Mr. Monhaha. Just thinking of his name makes me laugh. Don't think about his name, don't think about his name, don't you dare think about... Monhaha... And that's what came out of my mouth, a huge 'Hahahaha'.
I told you... bwbehshsish. Why?! What part of 'Don't think about it' didn't you get?! Okay, my heart is racing, I can feel my brain being replaced by a 10 pound weight and my stomach churning and I... am about to puke. As the giant creature makes his way over to me, the door is smashed against the wall. "Silly me. Take your books out class. Oh I didn't know that you were here Mr. Monhaha,what's special?" Ms. Riley smiles. Bravo, bravo, bravo. What an entrance! I mentally clap, thanking God for Ms. R's appreance, otherwise I'd be on the floor suffering a severe case of Hiccupinia Goggliosteripotoriosis. "Well, I came to fix the cabinet locks. But one of your students interruptd me, rather loudly." Oh yeah, I forgot the part of actually introducing Mr. Monhaha. He's thd main janitor or custodian, or whatever you want to call it, and he takes his job very, very seriously. And with that said, everybody's eyes landed on me. Oh... Boy...
Author's Note:
Thanks everyone for reading this and I know that it took me a while to publish this section, but for those who enjoyed this story, I will try my best to update faster. Well thanks to all who read this. AND IF YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS FOR IMPROVEMENT OR GENERAL THOUGHTS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. I PROMISE TO CHECK THE COMMENTS :)