Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

All this was included in my to-dos list for the week though dad would be pissed, well, he isn't gonna find out because Magritte isn't the gossiping type making it a lot easier for me. So, first of all, today includes being a cool sixteen-year-old school girl with a smile on my lips like a lip glow. you know I haven't been my age lately and I figured it'd be cool to feel like a teenager once in a while. it's sweet sixteen after all.

I bet my plans will be a successful one with Clara by my side, I smiled at this cool thoughts, walking into the building in a brown boot, I walked straight to my locker. Unlocked it and shoved my books inside.

I bent over to pick my keys on the floor, my eyes caught Steven whose locker was five meters away from mine. Our eyes locked for a moment, with my lips twitched into a smile, he returned it but quickly turned from me as Clara joggled in sport pants.

"Girl! what are you wearing!. " We said together laughing, my eyes still on Steven. "I love this," She said touching my two buns styles.

"You two still having problems?". Clara asks and I quickly tore my eyes from Steven.

"You two?". I rolled my eyes and turned to my locker. "Can we not talk about this 'you two' for now?" I wink at her.

"What's with you today!". Clara exclaimed as she hit me at the back.

"Watch this".  Christy tells her pairs as they walked past us. Intentionally loud for my hearing. Four of the pairs walked upstairs, waiting for christy with moping eyes while she walked straight to where Steve stood still fiddling his keys.

She leaned against him after helping him with his locker. They said something which I didn't hear but wished I did. I can't believe I'm getting jealous I breath deeply fanning myself with my hands. When did this their intimacy start?

"Hey... Hey, Clara said as if reading my thoughts, she pulled me to her.

" I'm fine". I said and shut my locker close. " Let's go to class". I dragged Clara and walked past Steven and Christy, upstairs but stopped when I heard Betty's wispy voice. "At least he's over the s.l.u.tty Lara". She said it intentionally for me to hear it.

"Say that again". I angrily walked back to her. All the thoughts of being cool jiggled through me but I pushed them off and stood boldly trying to tell myself that I was indeed over Steven by this conformation.

"You heard me right", she scuffs. "look for yourself". She said pointing down at Steve and Christy kissing. Out of breath, I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

I was dumbfounded and lost as our intimate moments came wiggling in me. they all suddenly disappeared and I was relieved when Clara dragged me out of there.