the destiny of my lonesome girl by romancefreak101 (librera reader .TXT) 📖

Here is where I woke up feeling nothing, as usual. In my bed, this… is the beginning of my story. I got up, took a shower, did my hair, and all those other things girls have to deal with in the morning. As usual my hair came out terrible and when I went downstairs my mom had the same breakfast set up for me like she had everyday. “Late again?” I knew I was going to get the same answer I always got but some how I felt it was a habit of force. “Gotta go. Bye,” mom spoke as she rushed out the door. I again got this feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach. It’s filled with loneliness. I didn’t ask to be an only child. I didn’t ask to have a workaholic mother who can only seem to be able to make cereal. I also did not ask to have a mother that can only pay attention to me when I am right next to her new beau.
I contemplated for a few seconds, and then decided to leave the house with only book bag and a grouching stomach.
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I eventually got to school and got off a murderous rectangular prism /prison they call a school bus. I looked above the footsteps of my school to the dreadful day that awaited me beyond red double doors. The same color of our schools brick walls. It had up to three stories and was known as a fire hydrant for it’s curved in walls that met at the peak of cloudy skies.
I walked up to the red doors with ultimate triumph even though the doors screamed exit not enter. Inside people were screaming shouting, and buzzing about untrue stories. We call that gossip here at Wayne bridge high school. I was surrounded by cheerleaders, geeks, jocks, and all other forms of teenagers here. Even the outsiders (and no I don’t mean from the movie sadly). The worst part was that I was a freshman in the second semester of school and I have already gotten all the basics down on utter popularity in this school. The deal is if you happen to be in a lower grade then another student you automatically cannot become friends with them. Even the teachers hold this into account since they think us lower beings are too weak and helpless.
As I somehow make my way through the crowd I hit my body against my locker and sigh. Even with the other dark blue luminating lockers surrounding me and other people rushing by I somehow notice somebody had opened my best friend’s locker. Of course someone was using here locker, I knew this would happen eventually. I just happened to hope it wasn’t going to happen so soon. Well, to late to act now. I couldn’t see the figure roaming through my long gone best friend’s locker because they were hidden behind the locker door. Obviously they must have gotten the locker combination at the office before I even got to school.
All of the sudden the figure closed their new found locker and I couldn’t help but just stare with wide brown eyes at the hottest piece of meat I had ever seen in my entire life. He was wearing a white v-neck shirt which was obviously meant to be see through so everyone could see his ripped abs. His pants were black and ripped at his knees, but unlike most of the guys at our school, his legs weren’t as skinny as a stick and neither were his pants. He stared at me with these beautiful majestic eyes. It was like seeing heaven for the first time or a raven’s eyes but in hazel form (note to self: there was more green than brown.) Now that he wasn’t hiding behind his new locker I could also see that his hair was mussed back. It seemed to be very thick as well. The sad part was that there was a strand of black hair in front of his right eye. It hung right over his forehead as though it was purposely put there to make him seem even more majestic.
My chest became heavy and I felt like sagging. All of a sudden the figure in front of me gave me this menacing grimace that I will never forget for some unknown reason. What was that meant to do, charm me? If it was, it was working.
“Like what you see?” he asked me in this hoarse, yet hypnotic like way.
I hadn’t even noticed until now that my jaw had hit the floor the moment I saw him and it hadn’t disappeared since. I carefully took my left hand and shoved my jaw back in place again.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly
“Hi,” he said nonchalantly
All of a sudden it hits me. I had been acting like an obsessed monkey over a stupid banana!
“What do you want!” I said with as much cruelty as I could get out right after getting my stance back.
“I just wanted to know if you were enjoying the view,” he says
“What do-,” I cut my self off fast and retraced my thoughts. I decide not to answer his question and move on to another one for fear of more embarrassment.
“What’s your name?” I asked him as I started to unlock my locker.
“What’s yours?” he retorts
“What’s your name?” I said again with more wrath this time. I made sure not to look at him or I might become awed again.
“Why?” he asks sounding completely calm. I tried to be as calm as he was even though I could feel his beautiful piercing eyes on my back.
“Because that’s my friend’s locker and I think I deserve some idea of whos stealing it.” It didn’t work. I sounded as if I was rambling and got way to mad. I was still trying to learn how to control my anger.
“Oh, I see,” he says
“See what?”
“How that you must of really cared about the person who used to have this locker so having someone you don’t even know take this locker must be tearing you up inside.”
I naturally couldn’t retort on that since he was completely right. So I decided to act dumb and pretend I hadn’t heard him.
So, what is your name for the third time?”
“My name is exactly what you think my name is, darling.”
All of a sudden I turned around looking at him up and down, contemplating whether to shout at him again, this time for calling me darling, or try to figure out what his name was. I chose the name game since it was obviously more fun for the both of us. He turned up a sly face on me but I still answered with interest.
“Luke…Russell…Evan…no, Evion”
He chuckles “what...that’s a girl’s name,”
“No its not,” I state proudly
“Yes, it is,” he says a bit more proudly than me.
“Are you ever going to answer my question because if you’re not I’m just going to leave.”
“It’s-,” he was cut off short by the ring of the school bell. I slammed my locker shut fast and turned around quickly, but he was in front of me so I couldn’t get past him. I decided to bump past him which really hurt but I hauled ass anyway. I definitely didn’t want to have to go all the way to the other side of the school to get a tardy slip.
As the bell rang I rushed inside my homeroom. Unfortunately, ripped dude was in my homeroom but than goodness was sitting next to some cheerleaders and preps. To be honest, all of those girls were sitting and standing right next to him. One cheerleader was actually on his desk, with a skirt on! He looked her up and down and smiled. Ugh!
When I finally sat down I remembered that he had still been standing next to my locker when I had left for homeroom. How had he gotten here so fast? After an excruciating twenty-five minutes of giggle mouthed pop it and lock it girls and ripped boy probably hitting on all of them, the bell finally ring. I ran to biology but was greeted with a room empty of ripped boys. The bell rang and I sat down. I prayed to god that juvenile delinquent guy wouldn’t end up in my class. My hopes shattered as Mr. Farrell introduced the new kid.
I lowered in my seat, focusing on the seat next to mine rather than Mr. Farrell or what he was saying. My best friend used to sit in the seat next to mine. That was the exact same best friend who also used to use the locker next to mine. Beyond her seat there was always a big window. There were actually about four big windows in our classroom that were framed with white. Hers was right in the middle of the third window. If you looked outside of it you could see a tree. It was small but it’s always reached up all the way to the middle of the window. I looked back at Mr. Farrell as he said my name.
“Why don’t you sit right next to Ms. Laraine who’s wearing the big black shirt and glasses with blue hair,” Mr. Farrell said
I knew teachers were mean and all but I didn’t expect that! I mean big shirts with tight pants are the style now, I think. Besides why couldn’t he have just said to sit in the seat next to the window or ask me to raise my hand? He totally made a fool of me! Why does everything have to be so complex to teachers?
Ripped dude came walking over to yet again his new seat with prestigious model behavior. The sun just seemed to hit his features in the most perfect way possible. He strode over with both hands in his pocket and his brown messenger bag pulled over his shoulder. As he took his seat he set his bag to the side and almost instantly turned his head toward me, he almost caught me looking at him but before he could catch a glance at my face it was turned all the way to the opposite side of the classroom. I noticed automatically that most of the girls in my class were either looking at the guy next to me or covering their mouth filled giggles with their hand as they looked at him as well.
Mr. Farrell started to talk about our new lesson of the semester so I now had a reason to turn my attention away from the goo-goo eyed girls and ripped dude. Every so often though, as I was writing notes from the chalk board, I would sneak a peek at him. He only showed a small smirk once when I started looking at his other body parts. I looked away feeling ashamed of myself.
I hated guys. How could this one make me feel so different? Every single time I even saw a flash of him I got this weird feeling like I wanted to jump on him.
The bell finally rang. Sadly enough, that wasn’t the end of my torture. He showed up in