It never bothered me that I was the girl the guys would come to and cry
about their girl problems. The girl that would comfort the guys when one of
their flimsy girl friends broke up with them. No, it never bothered me. I
never minded when the guys would give me the 'high five' or the 'hair
tousle' or even the platonic 'bear hug.' One would think after sixteen
years of existence I'd have attracted at least one male to me. But
nope...sure I had tons and tons of guy friends, but that was just it.
Friends. Guy friends. And frankly, I guess I never really cared. I enjoyed
seeing who could stuff the most chips in their mouth, or who could drink
the most pop without losing their breakfast. But sometimes...sometimes I
got lonely.
And this was one of those times.
I sat there in the small cafeteria of Castle Rock High and watched across from me as one of my best friends, Chris Chambers, talked sweetly to the girl beside him. I didn't remember her name...Gina or Ginny or something. She had long, blonde hair and wide, emerald eyes. To say the least, she was the polar opposite of me.
The bimbo giggled and blushed, and I could tell she was rubbing her foot against Chris' leg. I could tell by the way his hand moved steadily under the table towards her lap. I looked away, my face flushing, towards Gordie LaChance, but the buffoon was talking with his girlfriend Mary Louise. I rolled my eyes-the two were never apart. I loved Mary Louise, she was probably my only friend that was a girl, but again, like I said, this was one of those times when I was lonely.
The blonde was whispering something into his ear, and I couldn't hear what. I began playing with my sandwich while Chris's hand traveled even lower down the girl's skirt. I looked around angrily-this was a major violation of P.D.A. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the girl kissed his ear and stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked away towards her group of friends eyeing them suspiciously.
I shot Chris a look of pure disgust and started my English essay which was due next period. He looked at me innocently and took some of my pretzels.
"What?"
I scoffed and shook my head, scribbling furiously away. I couldn't believe the nerve of that boy! I had known him for as long as I could remember, and the boy had always been girl-crazy, which I couldn't help but get annoyed. I guess it didn't annoy me as much as the fact that it hurt when his latest fling became more important than me, his best friend. And as selfish as that sounded, it hurt so badly.
"Lark-what?" He continued eating my pretzels and I snatched them away and rolled my eyes. "Hey! Those pretzels are good."
I glared at him. "Yes, and they are MINE."
"Lark, tell me what's wrong." I couldn't help but melt at those aged, innocent ridden blue eyes. The poor guy had seen and felt so much for his tender seventeen years of age. I sighed and I knew he could sense me melting, so he turned on that damned charm of his. He smirked slightly, and his crazy blonde hair made him look windswept. No wonder he had so many girls...
"You were just feeling that girl up, that's what's wrong!" I said heatedly, turning crimson and returning to my essay. I got annoyed when his smirk grew wider and he pouted mockingly.
"Aww, Lark you wish it was you I was feeling up?" He teasingly touched my leg and I jerked away.
"Shut up," I snapped. "It's not that. I just-I-don't want that slut sitting at our lunch table-she-er-makes me lose my appetite."
Chris rolled his eyes and stole some more of my pretzels. "I don't care. Her name is Sarah, not 'slut' and she's my friend."
I scoffed. "Friend? Right."
He shook his head and patted my arm. "You really need to get laid."
I glared and snatched my pretzels back from out of his hands.
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w00tw00t ReViEw! *Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl*
And this was one of those times.
I sat there in the small cafeteria of Castle Rock High and watched across from me as one of my best friends, Chris Chambers, talked sweetly to the girl beside him. I didn't remember her name...Gina or Ginny or something. She had long, blonde hair and wide, emerald eyes. To say the least, she was the polar opposite of me.
The bimbo giggled and blushed, and I could tell she was rubbing her foot against Chris' leg. I could tell by the way his hand moved steadily under the table towards her lap. I looked away, my face flushing, towards Gordie LaChance, but the buffoon was talking with his girlfriend Mary Louise. I rolled my eyes-the two were never apart. I loved Mary Louise, she was probably my only friend that was a girl, but again, like I said, this was one of those times when I was lonely.
The blonde was whispering something into his ear, and I couldn't hear what. I began playing with my sandwich while Chris's hand traveled even lower down the girl's skirt. I looked around angrily-this was a major violation of P.D.A. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the girl kissed his ear and stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked away towards her group of friends eyeing them suspiciously.
I shot Chris a look of pure disgust and started my English essay which was due next period. He looked at me innocently and took some of my pretzels.
"What?"
I scoffed and shook my head, scribbling furiously away. I couldn't believe the nerve of that boy! I had known him for as long as I could remember, and the boy had always been girl-crazy, which I couldn't help but get annoyed. I guess it didn't annoy me as much as the fact that it hurt when his latest fling became more important than me, his best friend. And as selfish as that sounded, it hurt so badly.
"Lark-what?" He continued eating my pretzels and I snatched them away and rolled my eyes. "Hey! Those pretzels are good."
I glared at him. "Yes, and they are MINE."
"Lark, tell me what's wrong." I couldn't help but melt at those aged, innocent ridden blue eyes. The poor guy had seen and felt so much for his tender seventeen years of age. I sighed and I knew he could sense me melting, so he turned on that damned charm of his. He smirked slightly, and his crazy blonde hair made him look windswept. No wonder he had so many girls...
"You were just feeling that girl up, that's what's wrong!" I said heatedly, turning crimson and returning to my essay. I got annoyed when his smirk grew wider and he pouted mockingly.
"Aww, Lark you wish it was you I was feeling up?" He teasingly touched my leg and I jerked away.
"Shut up," I snapped. "It's not that. I just-I-don't want that slut sitting at our lunch table-she-er-makes me lose my appetite."
Chris rolled his eyes and stole some more of my pretzels. "I don't care. Her name is Sarah, not 'slut' and she's my friend."
I scoffed. "Friend? Right."
He shook his head and patted my arm. "You really need to get laid."
I glared and snatched my pretzels back from out of his hands.
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w00tw00t ReViEw! *Love and Strawberries, The Good Girl*