"You look fab, Louisa!" "Nice hair!" "What are you doing Friday?" "Rockin' party!" I smiled at ny fans, my lip gloss fresh, my hair awesome. Aaaaaaass usual. "David's here!" Ali came rushing up to me, bouncing up and down like a mad woman who had to go to the restroom in the middle of a one-minute Gucci sale. "Chill, Al, you might break a leg or something." I hissed, still maintaining my cool amd smiling at everyone. Um, hel-lo? My reputation is priceless. Lucy came up to us, a (probably spiked) drink in one hand and another in the other "Guess who'sss heeerrreee!" She said, handing me a cup. I took a sip. It was spiked. Ali and I rolled our eyes in unision, "Jacob." I sighed, "You people are so caught up in guys." "Like your not?" Ali retorted. I shrugged. I don't go to guys, they come to me. Like dogs begging for attention. Seriously. I'm fabulous. Guys are twirled around MY finger. So, I chose when I'm bored, give the dogs a treat or two. No, I'm not a player; just...ah, I get tired of one guy easily. "All you people out thuuuurrr!" the DJ blared, "Grab a partner and let's daaaaaancceeee." he switched the song to slow one, one from the Beatles. Ali went to David, Lucy to Jacob. I stood there, alone. Of course, I still looked awesome but i was alone. I hated that feeling. I walked out to my garden where it was quiet. Setting my drink down on a bench, I sat there and listened to the Beatles serenade me. "Oof!" a shadow fell from a tree in front of me. Instictively, I screamed. "No, no, no!" the shadow stood and dusted some grass of his shirt. I stood up, head-to-toeing him. Um, ew. He had hair that looked like something DIED in there, glasses that looked like something my grandma would wear. "Were you spying??" I asked, getting ready to throw a punch or two. "No, I was just-" he stammered. "Ohmygawd, you're not even invited to this party, perv!!" I snapped. He's obvious-leh a band geek. He turned beet red. "Get off my property before I call the cops!" I yelled at him. He scrambled to the side and jumped over a fence. He was my neighbor? Uh, gross. I'm don't exactly show neighborly love. Ping! I switched open my iPhone and saw that I had a text from a unodentified number. Puzzled, I opened the text. "Ooh, Loui! We always knew you had a thing for geeks! (; " I froze, phone in hand. Waaat. Who-who could know that? I checked the number and my heart literally stopped beating. It was the b*tch from he*l, the queen of all evil herself, Macey Everdeen.
Stepping out of my Bentley, everyone's heads instantly turned my way. I smiled to myself. Breathe in, breathe out. Forget about Macey. You're still popular. "Hey chika!" Ali's car was right behind mine and she was stepping out of her Hummer. I started to walk towards her, until a-a-thing stood in front of me. "Uh..Louisa! I-I-I-I.." the figure said. I stepped back. He was too close for comfort. OHMYGAWD, EEW. It was the perv. Aaack. "Ew, nerd, get away from me." I pointed a freshly-manicured finger at him. "This guy bothering you, Louis?" a group of football players came up to me. "He's a perv. He snuck into the party last Friday and was spying. Like, I think he's stalking me." I eyed whats-his-name. Brett stepped out from the group of guys, "We'll take care of him." The geek looked like he was about to pee in his ew pants. I smiled at the jocks and started to walk away, to my friends. I couldn't help it-forgive me-I snuck a glance back to them. The nerd was about to get pummeled and I felt a pang of guilt. But, like, wuut-ever. SOOOORRY. It isn't any good.
Louisa sat there, legs crossed, Cranberry White Chocolate Mocha Frappuchino in hand. A few sophomores passed her, staring at her, as if that was anything unusual. "I love her shoes." an Angelina Jolie lips girl said, loudly. Maybe her lips couldn't get her to shut up. "Tell me something I don't know." I snapped at them and they scurried away. I was waiting in front of the principals office, bored. Why was I there? I'm wondering myself. I mean, yeah, I got into trouble but seriously, I've been an angel lately. The door opened a peek and Principal Gill's abnormaly large head popped out, motioning me to come in. I rolled my eyes and stepped inside. A tall girl sat in the chair across of Principal Gill's table, wearing a checkered pleated skirt and a white button on polo. Which, excu-use me, was almost exactly like my outift except my outfit had an ultra-kayooot neck tie hanging loosely. I narrowed my eyes, making eye contact with the outfit stealer. Holy guacamole. It all happened in slow motion. My drink fell...down..down..down to the floor. It splattered, of course not making a mark on me. (Even Starbucks drinks don't dare to touch me) I regained myself and pointed at the girl, "You, Macey Everdeen, owe me a Starbucks drink." I had to rewrite this like 3 times so I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas, my beautiful readers!
Macey pouted, "It's not my fault you dropped it!" there was still the same sinister look in her eyes that taunted me three years ago. I glared at her. It was the glare I spent the whole summer before I moved here perfecting. "Now, now, ladies." Principal Gill sat down in his leather chair, probably denting it. "Why, did you bring me here, to see her? " I hissed. "I read from your transcirpt that you went to school together." he shuffled through some papers. I nodded, my eyes still narrowed. "Aaand, since Macey is a new student here, I was wondering if you could show her around a bit..." e shuffled through much more papers. "No." Macey and Principal Gill looked at me. I didn't know I had spoken. Maybe it was a built-it security device or something from Macey. "I'm not going to show her around." I answered simply. Principal Gill smiled, actually smiled -insert puke here- and took out a paper, "Now, about the Sector 15.." My heart froze for the second time that hour. Ugh, heart freezing isn't gunna do wonders to my yoga breathing exercises. But..Sector 15. I sguddered at the thought of it. "Fine, I'll do it. For the day." I emphasized for the day. It was lunch, four more hours left. "Splendid." he tucked the Sector -shudder- 15 paper back to my file. Macey flashed a wide smile at my direction, "This is gunna be sooo cool, Lou-Lou!" Ew. Lou-Lou, seriously? It was like I was stuck in a full on branded outfit right in the middle of a dumpster.