Why are you doing this to me? Why can't you remember me? Why can't you?! He glared at me. "Fuck off, loser." He threw his drink in my face, and was walking away, with his new girlfriend. My best friend. My boyfriend, his name is Blake, he was in a car crash. He lost his memory, and.. That's why he's treating me like shit. "Maggie!" I turned around, and I faced my kindergarten crush. He is so cute. "Hey Ryder," I tried to put on my best false smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at class?" "Um... Why are you wet?" "Because I am wet." "Blake did it again, didn't he?" I nodded. "Ugh. I'm gonna beat him up!" I put my hand on his shoulder. "He'll beat you like a sock puppet." ••• I want to marry my bed. I collapsed on my bed. Such a long day. I sighed. I felt bad for that girl, but Nadia obviously wants me to throw my drinks at her. "Honey! Look at this picture!" "Bring it in mom!" My mom barged in, and sat on my bed. She handed me a picture, and I stared at it. In this picture I was holding hands with the girl I had thrown my slushy at. "She was your girlfriend... But you had the crash and you.." My mom didn't continue. It all came back to me. -Flashback- "H-hi I'm B-Blake Je-nner," I flushed. I'm not usually nervous when I talk to girls. This one was just... Different. She giggled. "I saw you at the football game on Friday. Your touchdown dances are.. Awesome." "Nah," I said. "But they are pretty awesome." She smiled. "Hi, I'm Maggie O'Malley." "I know. Your mom is amazing. She always gives me extra meatballs on spaghetti day." I blushed furiously. I must've looked like a tomato. "Really? Wow... She must really like you.." "Um, so, Maggie? Do you think we could go to the movies, sometime?" "That would be great. See you later!"
"Ugh. That girl thinks she's in the Olympics. BRO. CALM. THE. FUCK. DOWN." "Shut up Maggie. Don't talk about her that way." Maggie stared at me, clearly in shock. "Blake? How the fuck do you know my name?" "Whatever." I wasn't going to tell her that I knew about us. I'm not giving in that easily. "Hey babe," I heard Nadia say. "Wanna hang out at my place after school?" I looked over at Maggie to see how she was reacting. She noticed me staring at her, and said, "what?" Embarrassed, I turned to Nadia. "Sure," I smiled. "After school." "These uniforms are squeezing me," Maggie said. Except she wasn't talking to me. She was talking to... Ryder? "They're making me look like summer squash." Ryder smiled. "At least you're not sagging. These are like, 10 sizes too big." ••• "..10 sizes too big." I smiled. He was perfect. "We're gonna do the square dance! Partner up, people!" The whole class groaned. Square dancing? What a joke. "And I'm gonna chose partners." Ugh. What if he pairs me up with him? "Nadia and Ryder!" Weellll, I officially hate gym. "...No rivalries, eh? Blake and Maggie!" ••• "...Blake and Maggie!" WHAT?! I looked up at the ceiling and made a thanks to God for my luck. "So.." I snapped out of my daydreams. "What?" Maggie was in front of me, staring. "We have to—" "Baaaabe! Babe! Baaaaaaaaabe! Babe! Babe!" I cursed under my breath. No luck now. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe!" Everyone stared. I heard Ryder snicker. Oh, Ryder. Ryder, Ryder. The gym teacher stared. "Um... Apparently Ms. Vondeling finds it necessary to be partnered with Mr. Jenner. Very well. Blake and Nadia!" I saw Maggie jump in excitement and rush over to Ryder. Oh. Ryder.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring. One more look and I forget everything I sighed as I made my way to my room. Today was just... Tiring. "Maggie! Maggie!" I jumped, in shock. "Oh, hey Shan. You scared me." She grinned. "Amanda, Keely, and I are thinking of giving you..." "A MAKEOVER!" "Aaahhh!" Amanda and Keely jumped out at me. Jesus. "M-makeover?" "Yup!" Amanda smiled. Really big. I have to say, Amanda is really pretty. She has chocolate hair, which is usually curled and up in a ponytail. She has exquisite blue eyes, and her unnaturally pink lips, which any man would die for. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and she would rub them together whenever she saw a hot guy. "Earth to Maggie! Hello?!" "Huh?" Shan rolled her eyes. "You are hopeless. No offense." I scoffed. "Some taken." Keely sighed. "If you want Blake back you have to step up your A-game." So this is why they're so worried. "NO! I DON'T WANT HIM BACK! I'D RATHER JUST DIE ALONE IN A HOLE!" I screamed. My tears were streaming. They all took a step back. "Woah, there, tiger," Amanda said. "You do want him back." "I want to give somebody a makeover." Shan interfered. "Whatever. We're giving you a makeover.. Um..." Amanda snapped her fingers. "I know her name starts with an M... Uh..." "Amanda! Don't tease her!" Keely scolded, but I could tell she thought it was funny. "I'm not!" Amanda blushed. "I just forgot her name." And... Face palm. Some friend. ------ Yes, yes. I put the names in which I call you two. Shan and Keely
"Woah. You look H-O-T hot!" I admired my handiwork. Maggie truly looked... Beautiful. Well, the actual term would be pretty, but she's beautiful. Beautiful means pretty on the outside, and the inside. I've heard many boys and girls call me a pretty spoiled bitch. "Thanks Amanda!" I turned around, and smiled. "No problem." Maggie had straight red hair, which was now put up in a high bun. A few loose strands dangled, but that made it even better. Her ocean eyes were sparkling, and her ruby red lips were curved in a smile. Maggie's cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she could easily get a modeling career. Each and every one of my friend were their own individual self. Keely had blonde hair, wavy like Alice in Wonderland's. She had coral highlights, and her eyes were a thundering grey. She had dark lips, and Keely did not miss out on a chance to show off. Shan's hair used to be blonde, but she got tired of people calling her stupid, and she had dyed her hair to a dull black. There was usually paint splattered on her jeans, and she is an A student. "Um.. Amanda?" "What!" "We asked if you wanted to get some smoothies." "Oh, sure. Yeah." ------- Tell me if you want your name to be in the story. Shan, if your name is not Shan, please tell me. Otherwise, happy reading!