Monday, June 2, 2008
Hoh, shit.
This certainly wasn’t right.
Her menstrual cycle was two weeks late despite the fact that she always had it regularly. The funny, obnoxious feeling that she might puke in front of the whole cheerleading squad and the stupid stomach cramp she was experiencing right now. Oh, and did she mention that she had sex with her ex-fling Matt without protection just a few days back at a party?
Hell yeah. She was probably pregnant. How fucking wonderful.
“Marissa, are you okay?” A fellow cheerleader, Alice what’s-her-name waved a faux tanned hand in front of the red head.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She assured her, faking a smile.
“Well, you look kind of paler than usual. Don’t you want to go to the infirmary? I can accompany you. The meeting’s almost over.” The brunette she was talking to had a concerned expression plastered to her face. It was obvious that she wanted to help. But being the Queen Bee, she couldn’t accept anybody’s help without swallowing her pride. So despite the screams of her conscience, she decided she had to turn the offer down.
“No, thank you.” Insert plastic smile here. “I’m fine really. I’m just tired from the practice.” Flipping her long, pin-straight hair over her shoulder, she dismissed her teammate with a wave of her own pale hand. “That’s all.” She was the queen of faking. Even in the moment of horrible death, she still would never think twice in turning the offer down. Only Ceylon, her trusted best friend, and her flings were to help her.
“Okay, take care of yourself.” With one last concerned smile, the brunette turned around and went back to the squad.
Without wasting a second, she turned her heels, left the gym and walked through the half-filled corridors. Where was Ceylon anyway? She didn’t see her in practice or in the meeting. That girl better have a good explanation for this.
She found Cey around a corner. The tall red head saw Ceylon friend in the arms of another cheerleader, crying- no, bawling her heart out.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you!” She cooed in a voice she knew would make Ceylon feel better. “Hey, hey,” Placing a hand on both her shoulder and the small of her back, she gently rubbed the blonde’s arm. “What happened?” she asked while comforting her. She eyed the other cheerleader for an answer, her baby blue eyes boring into the girl’s mundane brown ones but what’s-her-name Reynolds shrugged. Typical. “You can leave her to me.” She instructed her commanding voice once again present. “Get back to the squad, they’re looking for you.” Waiting a bit for the girl to get out of earshot, she spoke. “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary so we can get you some medicine for your headache.”
She bit a lip and added something as an afterthought, “I have a problem.”
The poor girl nodded, her golden brown hair crashing into her delicate shoulders, as if she understood Marissa already and that there was no need for a longer explanation.
“Now please,” She said quietly, her eyes fixed upon the shorter girl’s envy-worthy green ones that were currently red and puffy. “Stop crying.”
With one last choke, Ceylon followed as she was told. Together, with the redhead’s arm still around the blonde, they strutted down the halls together, ignoring the looks and whispers that erupted.
“I heard he broke up with her because she was pregnant.” A cringe shot through Melissa’s spine as she heard this. The irony.
“Are you kidding me? Everyone knows that he broke up with her because she was a total prude, Clarissa.”
“Wrong, losers! Haven’t you heard? He played both of them to-” Whatever reason the snub-nosed nobody was going to say was silenced by an imperial look sent her way via Marissa.
She was so going to maul Dylan once she got her hands on him.
They continued their journey, with Marissa still feeling like she was suddenly going to puke her lunch out. Aah, the joys of being a teenager.
“Thanks, M.” Ceylon told her as they approached their destination. There was no grateful look in her face, no hug or any show of affection.But they both knew how much it meant to her for Melissa to help her in a time of need.
“You’re welcome C.” She whispered back as she twisted the doorknob open.
Liam Blake, prep king galore with a recent patch on his forehead, was talking to another blonde- one Marissa knew as Ceylon’s dear cousin, Dani Greyson. A dark-haired boy known as Devil was sitting on the counter being taken care of by the school nurse, next to the bowl of general medicine which her best friend promptly bounced towards. And sweet, perfect little Leia Jordan, was playing chess with no doubt, a new kid with the smoothest skin she had ever seen on a guy.
But all of them were instantly erased from her mind as her eyes settled on the last person in the room, Matt. Automatic flashes of last Saturday’s night played in her mind as the urge to puke suddenly grew stronger. She couldn’t help but wish that she was never even born.
Her menstrual cycle was two weeks late despite the fact that she always had it regularly. The funny, obnoxious feeling that she might puke in front of the whole cheerleading squad and the stupid stomach cramp she was experiencing right now. Oh, and did she mention that she had sex with her ex-fling Matt without protection just a few days back at a party?
Hell yeah. She was probably pregnant. How fucking wonderful.
“Marissa, are you okay?” A fellow cheerleader, Alice what’s-her-name waved a faux tanned hand in front of the red head.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She assured her, faking a smile.
“Well, you look kind of paler than usual. Don’t you want to go to the infirmary? I can accompany you. The meeting’s almost over.” The brunette she was talking to had a concerned expression plastered to her face. It was obvious that she wanted to help. But being the Queen Bee, she couldn’t accept anybody’s help without swallowing her pride. So despite the screams of her conscience, she decided she had to turn the offer down.
“No, thank you.” Insert plastic smile here. “I’m fine really. I’m just tired from the practice.” Flipping her long, pin-straight hair over her shoulder, she dismissed her teammate with a wave of her own pale hand. “That’s all.” She was the queen of faking. Even in the moment of horrible death, she still would never think twice in turning the offer down. Only Ceylon, her trusted best friend, and her flings were to help her.
“Okay, take care of yourself.” With one last concerned smile, the brunette turned around and went back to the squad.
Without wasting a second, she turned her heels, left the gym and walked through the half-filled corridors. Where was Ceylon anyway? She didn’t see her in practice or in the meeting. That girl better have a good explanation for this.
She found Cey around a corner. The tall red head saw Ceylon friend in the arms of another cheerleader, crying- no, bawling her heart out.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you!” She cooed in a voice she knew would make Ceylon feel better. “Hey, hey,” Placing a hand on both her shoulder and the small of her back, she gently rubbed the blonde’s arm. “What happened?” she asked while comforting her. She eyed the other cheerleader for an answer, her baby blue eyes boring into the girl’s mundane brown ones but what’s-her-name Reynolds shrugged. Typical. “You can leave her to me.” She instructed her commanding voice once again present. “Get back to the squad, they’re looking for you.” Waiting a bit for the girl to get out of earshot, she spoke. “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary so we can get you some medicine for your headache.”
She bit a lip and added something as an afterthought, “I have a problem.”
The poor girl nodded, her golden brown hair crashing into her delicate shoulders, as if she understood Marissa already and that there was no need for a longer explanation.
“Now please,” She said quietly, her eyes fixed upon the shorter girl’s envy-worthy green ones that were currently red and puffy. “Stop crying.”
With one last choke, Ceylon followed as she was told. Together, with the redhead’s arm still around the blonde, they strutted down the halls together, ignoring the looks and whispers that erupted.
“I heard he broke up with her because she was pregnant.” A cringe shot through Melissa’s spine as she heard this. The irony.
“Are you kidding me? Everyone knows that he broke up with her because she was a total prude, Clarissa.”
“Wrong, losers! Haven’t you heard? He played both of them to-” Whatever reason the snub-nosed nobody was going to say was silenced by an imperial look sent her way via Marissa.
She was so going to maul Dylan once she got her hands on him.
They continued their journey, with Marissa still feeling like she was suddenly going to puke her lunch out. Aah, the joys of being a teenager.
“Thanks, M.” Ceylon told her as they approached their destination. There was no grateful look in her face, no hug or any show of affection.But they both knew how much it meant to her for Melissa to help her in a time of need.
“You’re welcome C.” She whispered back as she twisted the doorknob open.
Liam Blake, prep king galore with a recent patch on his forehead, was talking to another blonde- one Marissa knew as Ceylon’s dear cousin, Dani Greyson. A dark-haired boy known as Devil was sitting on the counter being taken care of by the school nurse, next to the bowl of general medicine which her best friend promptly bounced towards. And sweet, perfect little Leia Jordan, was playing chess with no doubt, a new kid with the smoothest skin she had ever seen on a guy.
But all of them were instantly erased from her mind as her eyes settled on the last person in the room, Matt. Automatic flashes of last Saturday’s night played in her mind as the urge to puke suddenly grew stronger. She couldn’t help but wish that she was never even born.
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