new
clothes – which I did. Desperately . Not only because I was sweating my tits off in
these jumpers, but because I wanted to do something, anything to make it easier
for Lori to be my friend without her bitch ‘friends’ giving her
grief for it. I doubted new, more weather appropriate clothes would
actually change anything – especially seeing as they wouldn’t have
been slutty and designer - but I had to try.
“ Honest, Lori. Sounds great. Sorry, my head is just a bit
all over the place today,” I lied. My head was in fact focused
solely in one place – on Blaine Elwood ; the boy who I was starting to think had
a split-personality disorder.
In that moment, as if by magic, Blaine paused at the head
of our table on his way out of the cafeteria. The redhead, who in
my head I’d not-so-affectionately named ‘FUBS’ – or FuckUglyBitchSlut,
wrapped her anorexic body around him like a predatory snake. Like a
car crash which you know you shouldn’t watch but you can’t seem to
peel your eyes away, I gaped as she prized open his mouth with her
tongue and lapped it up like an arid dog.
They were so close I could hear every disgusting squelch as their carnivorous
lips smacked against each other – the sound diving unwanted into my
ears and cascading straight down into my suddenly queasy stomach
and making me want to heave. Then I caught a glimpse of FUBS’
fingertips sneaking up Blaine’s back, the hem of his fitted black
tee puckering as it began to ride up, teasing my eyes with a peek
of his toned, pasty flesh. His back stiffened and he immediately
batted her hand away, startling both FUBS and me with equal measure.
Then his eyes
caught mine.
For a fleeting moment his eyebrows knitted together and I
thought I saw a flash of sorrow, or maybe even… guilt, s wamp his impossibly perfect face. It
was only after Lori nudged my shoulder I realised I had been
gawping pathetically and I quickly snatched my eyes away. Then I
heard Blaine’s voice – a voice smoother and richer than the world’s
finest dark chocolate, so distinct (to me anyway) that it was
discernable even over the mass of raucous students flooding the
cafeteria – mumble something about his back getting ‘thrashed’ in
football practice.
My
thoughts were saturated with images of Blaine throughout the ride
to the shopping plaza. Despite telling myself not to I couldn’t
stop wondering why his beautiful expression morphed into what could
only be described as angst when he saw me. Or why the ephemeral
rise of his tee exposed a spot of ashen skin, almost as pale as
mine, when the rest of him – his bulging arms, his strong neck, his
flawless chiselled face – was such a delicious shade of bronze;
like the Californian sun had swooped from the sky just to kiss
every inch of him.
“ You’re not into this are you?” Lori said despondently, pulling
me from the reverie I shouldn’t have been having.
“ I’m sorry. I’m not exactly showing you what good friend
material I am, am I?” I glanced over at Lori and she smiled
sweetly, her eyes fixed on the road. Of course she would never tell
me what shit company I made. She was far too nice for that. “I
suppose I’m just overwhelmed. This whole situation… the move, the
new school, this whole bloody country… it’s a lot to take
in.” Plus I
have developed an unnatural obsession with a guy who seems to hate
me all of a sudden. “And of course it’s even harder to adjust when nobody likes
you.”
“ Bullshit!” Lori snapped unexpectedly. The word seemed so
alien, so… unnatural, coming out of her sweet, glossed lips. “ I like you. My friends like you,
and-”
“ Oh, please! They look at me like I’ve just dipped my head
in a bucket
of steaming diarrhoea.” Lori feigned a look of perplexity and
opened her mouth to protest. But then her expression melted into
acquiescence.
“ You caught that, huh?”
A blind monkey
would’ve caught that.
I wanted to tell her she could do
clothes – which I did. Desperately . Not only because I was sweating my tits off in
these jumpers, but because I wanted to do something, anything to make it easier
for Lori to be my friend without her bitch ‘friends’ giving her
grief for it. I doubted new, more weather appropriate clothes would
actually change anything – especially seeing as they wouldn’t have
been slutty and designer - but I had to try.
“ Honest, Lori. Sounds great. Sorry, my head is just a bit
all over the place today,” I lied. My head was in fact focused
solely in one place – on Blaine Elwood ; the boy who I was starting to think had
a split-personality disorder.
In that moment, as if by magic, Blaine paused at the head
of our table on his way out of the cafeteria. The redhead, who in
my head I’d not-so-affectionately named ‘FUBS’ – or FuckUglyBitchSlut,
wrapped her anorexic body around him like a predatory snake. Like a
car crash which you know you shouldn’t watch but you can’t seem to
peel your eyes away, I gaped as she prized open his mouth with her
tongue and lapped it up like an arid dog.
They were so close I could hear every disgusting squelch as their carnivorous
lips smacked against each other – the sound diving unwanted into my
ears and cascading straight down into my suddenly queasy stomach
and making me want to heave. Then I caught a glimpse of FUBS’
fingertips sneaking up Blaine’s back, the hem of his fitted black
tee puckering as it began to ride up, teasing my eyes with a peek
of his toned, pasty flesh. His back stiffened and he immediately
batted her hand away, startling both FUBS and me with equal measure.
Then his eyes
caught mine.
For a fleeting moment his eyebrows knitted together and I
thought I saw a flash of sorrow, or maybe even… guilt, s wamp his impossibly perfect face. It
was only after Lori nudged my shoulder I realised I had been
gawping pathetically and I quickly snatched my eyes away. Then I
heard Blaine’s voice – a voice smoother and richer than the world’s
finest dark chocolate, so distinct (to me anyway) that it was
discernable even over the mass of raucous students flooding the
cafeteria – mumble something about his back getting ‘thrashed’ in
football practice.
My
thoughts were saturated with images of Blaine throughout the ride
to the shopping plaza. Despite telling myself not to I couldn’t
stop wondering why his beautiful expression morphed into what could
only be described as angst when he saw me. Or why the ephemeral
rise of his tee exposed a spot of ashen skin, almost as pale as
mine, when the rest of him – his bulging arms, his strong neck, his
flawless chiselled face – was such a delicious shade of bronze;
like the Californian sun had swooped from the sky just to kiss
every inch of him.
“ You’re not into this are you?” Lori said despondently, pulling
me from the reverie I shouldn’t have been having.
“ I’m sorry. I’m not exactly showing you what good friend
material I am, am I?” I glanced over at Lori and she smiled
sweetly, her eyes fixed on the road. Of course she would never tell
me what shit company I made. She was far too nice for that. “I
suppose I’m just overwhelmed. This whole situation… the move, the
new school, this whole bloody country… it’s a lot to take
in.” Plus I
have developed an unnatural obsession with a guy who seems to hate
me all of a sudden. “And of course it’s even harder to adjust when nobody likes
you.”
“ Bullshit!” Lori snapped unexpectedly. The word seemed so
alien, so… unnatural, coming out of her sweet, glossed lips. “ I like you. My friends like you,
and-”
“ Oh, please! They look at me like I’ve just dipped my head
in a bucket
of steaming diarrhoea.” Lori feigned a look of perplexity and
opened her mouth to protest. But then her expression melted into
acquiescence.
“ You caught that, huh?”
A blind monkey
would’ve caught that.
I wanted to tell her she could do
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