《bratty girl》*three*
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That mike guy's face became redder than a tomato with a scowl he was about to stand up too and maybe say something more stupid but my vision got cover by a huge back, I had to title my head up to see the head of the guy, it was the really really handsome pale guy that walked in with that hot blonde woman , I don't know his name so I'm calling him Mr very Buffy in my head
" I suggest you Leave her alone now, she obviously doesn't want to talk to you" his voice sent chills down my spine , it was velvety And smooth yet deep.. almost like he is holding a growl .
Mike stood up with wobbly legs as sprint away from the guy.
My mouth went slack when he turned to me and now I can fully see him up close ' gosh he looks like Hercules ' i thought .
His caramel eyes Pierced every images of my face " you have quite the foul mouth on you little girl " was the first sentence he said to me.
I would have drooled and kinda did my cute laugh and wiggled a little in my place... if I wasn't so bratty
" why do you care! Also I didn't need your help, I could've taken care of that" I said holding myself not to speak in my little bratty voice.
He bit his lower lip and rose his perfect eyebrow at me, making me blush and want to run away from his gaze.... so I did.
I just took my bag and fast walked to the cafeteria door, I sneaked a look behind me to see him still looking at me that way. I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at him and just run.
' stupid stupid stupid ' I repeated in my head while I was sitting on my last period which was biology.
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Just my goddamn luck! The hot power couple were in my bio class and both looked at me weirdly.. I know my mouth always make people despise me... I'm used to it.. but why does it hurt when I think they despise me too for my behavior.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and brought my pink glittery note pad and my pink gel pin.
I started to pretend that I'm taking notes while in fact I was doodling .
That's exactly why I was help up a year , I literally don't know what the teacher is talking about and I'm always in my headspace, it's so hard to me to find that stuff interesting enough to listen to.
My future is the only dark thing i have.. it's hard to even think about it. I suck at everything but video games and fashion . Maybe sewing too? If I wasn't so impatient.
A velvety honey like voice cut my train of thoughts " pay attention " my heart jumps up and starts hammering in my rib cage while I turn to my right to meet the same honey golden eyes but long lushes blonde hair that frames that perfectly perfect face. My mouth opens immediately and I literally dropped my pen . She was looking at me sternly yet not like she hates me and I'm annoying her kinda of scolding. It's just... so weird..
I broke myself just in time not to start drooling and looked away.
Somehow I couldn't find my voice to reply to her. Her boyfriend was looking towards me too and I blushed crimson red knowing that they affect me so much to care about what they think of me. I immediately look st he teacher and stoped doodling.. although I didn't understand a thing.. it's like he's speaking another language!
The class seemed to drag for an entire day and finally the bell rang and I stood up collecting my things as fast as I can . I was expecting the couple to talk to me or introduce themselves but they didn't .. I won't lie and say I wasn't disappointed.
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Finally I made it to the parking lot with my headphones on blaring Melanie Martinez songs and my eyes starts to wander around and look for my grandma's car . I sigh when I figure out that she's late and I have to wait . I picked up my phone and called her a couple times but she didn't answer.
I pout and stood near a hideous orange truck waiting.
" hey ummm do you need a ride?" I look on my left to see a pale girl with brown hair and eyes, she's kinda pretty and looks very uncomfortable
" oh.. thank you but my grandma is coming to pick me up ... she's just late" I said that with a sinking feeling in my gut . I look down remembering when my mom used to forget about me in kindergarten and in middle school. I felt so abandoned and every time someone gets late ... I feel the sting in my heart that I'm easily forgotten.
"... if you want" I catcher the last word of a sentence she said
" hmm?" I look up trying to compose myself
" I said , I won't mind giving you a ride if you want, I'm Bella swan..uhh I was the new girl too few weeks ago" I nod
" that's very nice of you" I said not knowing how to reply nicely
" Can you just drop me in the local diner please?" I asked she nodded
" uhh yeah sure I'm going there too"
With that I opened the passenger door and got inside. My hands were cold and I hid them in my fur coat.
She got inside the truck too .. a little clumsily , and started the car
" I'm lily by the way.. lily jarlson" I introduced myself
She nodded looking at the road " nice to meet you Lily "
She wasn't a big of a speaker so we both fell in silence, just some random song in the radio is breaking it.
" here you go " she said parking in front of my grandma's diner
" thank you so much Bella " I thanked her sincerely.. it was cold out and very uncomfortable
She smiled at me shyly and blushes " you welcome.. I can umm give you a ride whenever.. I don't have a problem " she was a nice girl . I smiled
" thank you " I got out of the truck and head to the door .
It was busy and Cora the waitress was trying her best to keep it in control.
" oh my god! Lily!" My grandma's voice rang in the entire diner making the customers look at me. I fidget uncomfortably " hey ma" she hug me
" I'm so sorry baby.. I was so darn busy to realize it was time to pick you up.. Cora can you sit an alarm in my phone for when to go pick lily" she yelled out
Cora came to me " hey lily do you remember me?" She said,
" yes of course you're my favorite waitress!" I said hugging her.
She smiled widely and start ranting about when I was four and then this Waylon guy came to me and said he played Santa one Christmas and everyone in that restaurant seemed to know me somehow.
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