The bad girl and the dork

Wake up. Grab a brush and put a little makeup.

I groaned. Even System of a down couldn't wake me up properly. I decided to get out of bed anyway. Well, it's not like I had any choice. I had school. Boo.

On the bright side, it was Friday. By the end of the day it would be weekend. Weekend equals freedom. Unfortunately, I still had the entire day ahead of me.

I took a quick shower, using my favorite shampoo. It made me smell like peaches.

After my hair and makeup I grabbed a dark blue skinny jeans and a white tshirt that said WTF Where's the food. Yes, pretty much everything in my life was food related. Don't judge me.

After putting on some dark grey converse shoes I headed downstairs. I caught my mom humming along with a song on the radio.

It made me glad. Not because she seemed in a good mood but because she was only humming. Not singing. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. But she couldn't sing to save her life.

Neither could I. We weren't blessed with amazing vocal chords. I could make a great imitation of a dying cat, that should count for something, right?

My dad, on the other hand, could sing quite well. Once he told me that in college he and his mates were talking about starting a band called The Singing Lawyers. That's so cringeworthy.

Luckily, they were drunk when this conversation happened. That explained a lot. Plus, I was very relieved to hear they weren't sober when they had that excellent idea.

"Aw, I'm so glad you're not actually singing." I cooed while grabbing some cereal and milk to start my breakfast ritual.

"Well, your ears already have to endure an entire day of torture at school so I'm being a considerate mom." Wow, she really understood how schools worked. It was nice to have such a considerate mom.

I rolled my eyes and started poking my cereal with a spoon.

"I want a sick day. Let's go shopping!" I'd convinced my mom to do this once. Unfortunately, I think it was a once in a lifetime kinda thing. Didn't stop me from trying though.

We had fun. She called us both in sick and we went shopping. Then she noticed someone from work on the other side of a shop and we hid behind a clothing rack until the coast was clear. After shopping we went to the movies and we were being very loud and obnoxious.

Since it was the middle of the day, no one was in the movie theater so we could just talk out loud without people judging us.

Seriously, that was such a fun day.

"Aw man I wish I could!" She was pouting like a little kid that was being punished. I knew we weren't gonna have a sick day. Work was too busy for her right now.

School was still the same boring thing. Sucks to be me.

"It's cool, I can just skip school with my friends, don't worry." I shot her a mischievous grin.

She laughed and shook her head. "Don't even try."

I didn't skip classes often. Maybe once a month and rarely an entire day. I've never told my mom but she's not stupid so it wouldn't surprise me if she knew. I guess we had a silent agreement that everything was fine as long as my grades stayed up.

I could live with that.

"I gotta run, clean up your mess before you leave." She patted my head and grabbed her keys. A few seconds later I heard the door shut.

Yes, she patted my head. Apparently, I'm not only her daughter but also her pet.

After I'd finished my breakfast I put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and grabbed my jacket.

Or I could stay home...

So tempting! Urgh. It's Friday, come on Jill, you can do this.

Reluctantly I went to my car. I should be awarded more often for being such a good person.

When I stepped into the main hall I checked the time. Only two minutes late. Needles to say, the hall was empty and I was alone.

So I did what every person would do. I hurried to my classroom.

No, not really. I started singing Friday by Rebecca Black while skipping to my locker. It's so much fun singing in an empty hall. At least I know how to entertain myself.

I headed over to English class, still singing. I lifted my hand to open the door but someone beat me to it.

"Jill Larson get your butt in here and stop singing!" Oops. I guess my teacher heard my beautiful rendition of Friday.

I looked at her suspiciously. Did she just say butt? She did, didn't she? That naughty woman. Mrs. Howard was in her forties but she dressed like an old lady. She had blonde hair and brown eyes with a few wrinkles. I liked that she was so tiny. It was almost cute.

"Are you even allowed to say butt?" I put my hand over my heart and gasped, pretending to be shocked. A few students laughed.

Oh my. Was my lovely teacher blushing? That's just adorable.

I went to sit down and she decided to ignore my comment. Smart move.

The next class was French. Snake was in that class. Lucky me.  When I arrived he was already sitting in his seat. He was laughing at his phone, probably watching youtube videos or something.

He was wearing a dark grey tshirt that said Trust me, I'm a chef. I chuckled. He hadn't seen me yet, the guy was so focused on his phone.

"Oh em gee! You remembered our dress code!" I said in a very girly voice. He looked confused for a second until he noticed it was me.

He looked at my shirt and his face brightened. "Twinsies!" We both laughed.

There were girls at our school that actually talked like that. Luckily they didn't wear the same things, that would make me puke.

"Bonjour tout le monde. Asseyez-vous." My teacher was so passionate about French that she didn't speak a world English in class. We weren't allowed to speak English either. Sometimes it would be quite entertaining when someone had a question.

Some people said bonjour back but most of us just grunted something. Ah, I could smell the enthusiasm in the air.

I was glad at least Snake was in my class. He took AP French because cooking involved a lot of French terms and his big dream was to go to France to work at one of those fancy restaurants. Good for him.

That didn't mean he was motivated to actually pay attention in class, though.

"Jill, I brought Uno!" He grinned.

I laughed. Last week we were joking about bringing a card game to class to keep us entertained. I guess he wasn't joking after all.

"Bring it on, I'm gonna kick your cul." I'm not really a competitive person, but Snake was so I liked to play along.

"What does cul mean? You're gonna kick my cu-ohh." Funny how his face changed from utter confusion to realization in a few seconds.

After a few minutes we were engrossed in our game. I hate to admit that Snake was winning.

"Ha! I only have two cards left!" He did a little victory dance with his upper body. Yep, competitive. I had a secret weapon though.

"Oh no you don't." I smirked and showed him a +4 card. His face fell immediately causing me to snort. Poor Snake, he really thought he had this in the bag.

"Noooo!" He said a little too loud. We both kinda forgot we were still in class. People started looking and the teacher had stopped talking.

"UNO BIATCH!" Now it was my turn to do a little victory dance.

"Jill! Snake!" Yes, even teachers call him Snake. Funny, right? I can imagine most people didn't even know his real name. It's William, just in case you were wondering. It just sounds weird calling him that. Even his parents call him Snake. Unless they're angry.

Before I knew what was happening the teacher appeared in front of us, her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Oh wow. I think this was the first time I'd heard her speak English. This was such a huge moment. We should all just cherish this moment.

"We're playing Uno." Snake looked as if he wanted to add 'duh' but decided against it. I chuckled but started coughing to hide it. I didn't think I'd fooled anyone though. Oh well.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" Such a vague question if you ask me. I mean, did she expect an apology? Or did she want us to explain the game to her? Maybe she wanted to play along! Probably not...

"I was winning?" I don't know why I decided that was the most appropriate answer.

"Congrats!" Justin shouted. He was some kid in my class that I talked to every once in a while. I guess you could describe him as the class clown.

"Justin!" Ooh the teacher was getting angry. When she got angry she'd start ranting and when she starts ranting she doesn't teach. So every once in a while someone decided to piss her off. It's kinda sad really. In a funny way.

"Thanks!" I grinned proudly.

"Whatever, she was cheating." Snake huffed. I gasped and gave him a little shove "I was not! Zut alors!"

"Jill, no cursing!" Damn, here I was thinking she'd be proud that I was speaking French.

"But it was in French!" I pouted.

"Enough! Everyone shut up!" She was starting to turn red and her nostrils were flaring. I think we might have pushed her a little too far.

Then the bell rang and we sprinted outside before she had the chance to punish us. Man, we were lucky. She was so ready to give us a detention. I really didn't feel like staying longer. Especially on a Friday. Those are sacred.

"Next time I want a rematch." Snake narrowed his eyes at me. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

"You're on Snake." He pounded my fist and we went our seperate ways. That was the only class I had with Snake today.

During lunch I quickly ran to my car to get a Twix. I'd forgot to bring a snack.

Golden rule number one for food lovers everywhere: Always have a secret food stash at various places.

I had one in my car and room. Sometimes I'd hid food in my jacket too. Just in case of an emergency.

I sat down under the tree and my friends grunted something that resembled a hello. Their enthusiasm was endearing.

"So, what are your plans for this weekend?" Gwen looked at me expectantly with a twinkle in her eyes. She obviously had a suggestion but wanted to make sure I didn't have anything planned.

"You tell me." I shrugged. She smiled and pretended to be thinking.

"I'm thinking college party." We hadn't gone to one in a few weeks. We live near Cambridge so we would often go to college parties and talk to the hotties that attended Harvard and MIT.

Although I liked them better when they were tipsy because when they were sober they tended to talk about politics and stuff they'd learned in class. It made me feel dumb. I didn't like feeling dumb.

Did I feel like going to a college party? I guess there wasn't anything else to do.

"What are you guys doing this weekend?" I asked the guys.

"I think we're hanging out with Jacob." Code said. They loved Code's hair by the way. Gwen was proud that I was able to do something decent with his hair.

I groaned. I didn't like Jacob, he was a stoner. I mean, I didn't mind people smoking pot. I know it's not addicting and it enhances your current emotions so I'd tried it once because I was curious. I didn't think it was special so I never did it again.

I didn't like it, however, when people were being pushy about trying it a few times. Jacob was one of those people. Needless to say I only hung out with him when there was no other choice.

Gwen didn't like Jacob either. They'd hooked up a few times and afterwards it got awkward and they just stopped hanging out. Now, whenever someone talks about Jacob she looks as if she was entering a smelly toilet.

"College party it is!" I exclaimed. Gwen looked happy. She knew she'd won when she heard about the guys' plans.

"It'll be fun! You haven't hooked up with guys in such a long time Jill." Gwen said. I don't hook up. I'm not that kind of person. I really don't see the appeal of getting drunk and making out with a stranger. And drunk kisses are sloppy, disgusting kisses. Doesn't sound that appealing now, does it?

I knew what she meant though. I haven't had a boyfriend in six months. I don't fall in love easily so when I do and I'm in a relationship I go all out. So of course when there's a break up I fall hard.

My last relationship lasted a little over a year and it was nice but we didn't exactly end it in the best way possible. That's an understatement. It wasn't pretty.

Gwen is the opposite of me. She hooks up at parties and rarely gets in a serious relationship. I guess she was thirsty for some college men.

"Okay, come to my place at ten tonight and we'll get ready together." Gwen and I had this ritual. We'd always get ready together when we went to a party. It was always fun and we were different when the guys weren't around. I don't think we did it on purpose, it's just something I'd noticed.

"Hey if you girls just want to hook up, I'm your man." Jake smirked. The worst part is that he actually would.

"No, you're a boy. College guys are men." Gwen poked Jake's cheek. That comeback wasn't bad at all, I shot her a proud look and she beamed and winked at me.

"Psh, they're nerds." Code muttered. He was probably thinking about his brother and his friends or something.

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It was almost ten when I heard a knock on the door. Gwen had arrived. I opened the door and she looked as if she had too much coffee. She was really excited to go out.

She had a bag with her that probably contained her clothes and makeup.

"Let's do this!" She was already heading upstairs when I was closing the door. Eager girl.

We took a shot of tequila before we started on our hair and makeup. Told you we had a ritual. I put some neutral colored eyeshadow on my eyelids and finished it off with a winged eyeliner. Yes, winged. I was living on the edge today.

I even put some lipstick on. It was just a tint redder than my normal lip color, so it made my lips stand out a little bit but it was still subtle. I decided not do to much with my hair, letting it fall wavy and naturally.

Gwen, being a big fan of makeup, didn't keep it as subtle as me. She had a dark blue smokey eye, same color as the top of her hair, and pink lip gloss. It wasn't over the top, she, unlike me, knew how to do her makeup properly. I just felt like a clown whenever I tried to do mine.

I opted for a fake leather skirt that stopped mid thigh and a white lacey top. I wore black wedge heels. They're like heels for noobs. I love heels but I love my feet more.

Gwen was wearing a dusty rose tight dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was definitely a woman on a mission. She looked hot.

When we were both satisfied by how we were looking, we took one last shot and headed out.

Great thing about living near Cambridge? A lot of buses available for students. We were there in a heartbeat and I was getting excited. I loved meeting new people for some reason.

It was almost eleven when we arrived at the party. A lot of people were already buzzed. It was a funny sight to see.

After a few drinks Gwen and I went our seperate ways. We never stayed too long together because she was on a mission and I didn't mind talking to strange people. We always left together though, unless she texted me that she'd found someone.

That rarely happened. She liked to have some fun, but not too much fun if you know what I mean.

Literally a second after she left someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and looked at the guy that wanted my attention. Not too bad. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, he kinda looked like a surfer dude or something. He was wearing a plain blue shirt and dark blue jeans with black vans.

"Having fun?" I was relieved. Sometimes guys would approach me with a cheesy pickup line that made me want to vomit. Seriously, if you want to impress a girl a simple hello will do.

"Sure! Are you?" I smiled. He had a very contagious smile, it lit up his entire face. It was cute really.

"Definitely! What are you doing here alone?" I got that question a lot. It's much easier approaching a person that's alone than someone in a group. I guess that's why Gwen and I often go our separate ways.

"I'm not, my friend is around here somewhere. Are you worried I'm lonely?" I winked at him. Okay, so maybe I liked flirting a little bit. It's just some innocent fun.

He smiled "Very. I'd love to keep you company though." He said, nudging me.

"Someone has a hero complex." I sipped my red plastic cup. It was filled with beer. Cheap beer, might I add.

"I get the feeling you don't need saving. What's your name?" That's right, I didn't need saving. He definitely got some brownie points for saying that.

"Jill, you?"

"Michael." He grabbed my hand. I thought he was going for a handshake but instead he lifted our hands above my head and twirled me.

"Come on, let's dance." He started to move to the middle of the room, still holding my hand. That was such a smooth move. I was impressed.

We danced and talked for a little while. Apparently he's from California. I so called it! Surfer dude all the way! He laughed when I'd told him. He was in his first year at MIT. He said it was really hard so his mates convinced him to go out a little more so that's why he was there.

He didn't seem spooked when I'd told him I was still in high school. I wasn't gonna lie and tell people I'm older than I truly am. Sometimes they back away after that piece of information. Michael didn't, he was only a year older than me after all.

All of a sudden a hand grabbed mine, I noticed something blue passing by "We gotta go. Now!" Gwen yanked my hand a little harder, forcing me to go.

"It was nice meeting you Michael, bye!" I waved with my other hand. Before I left I heard him yelling a goodbye back.

When we were outside I got curious. Why did Gwen want to leave all of a sudden? Something must've happened. I was expecting a juicy 온라인카지노게임.

"Let's walk back, I don't wanna wait for a bus." She stated. I just shrugged. I didn't really mind, it was only a thirty minute walk.

"So... care to explain what happened back there?" I looked at Gwen expectantly.

She sighed. "Crap, hang on." She took her shoes off and started walking barefoot. Totally understandable, since she was wearing high heels. I was really loving my wedges now, they didn't hurt one bit.

"Right. So after I left I found this hottie and I knew I'd just found my target. I approached him and he was extremely drunk. He told me I looked like a mermaid."

"He was extremely drunk? He didn't..." I got concerned.

"No! no nothing like that!" Thank God. Well I didn't expect it do be that bad because Gwen seemed fine, but still.

"So we started dancing and drinking. You know, just having some innocent fun. Needless to say, I got bored." Gwen rolled her eyes.

That made me laugh. Only Gwen would get bored dancing and drinking with a guy. A hot guy apparently.

"So we started making out. Finally! You know it took a long time. I figured it was gonna be easier since he was already drunk. Oh well doesn't matter." She shrugged.

I decided not to comment. She knows how I feel about hooking up, but I'd never judge her.

"In the middle of our little makeout session some dude approached us and said 'Hey, aren't you Jacobs friend?' Urgh. It was probably one of his stoner buddies. I didn't recognize him. I was planning on ignoring him but then he asked 'What are you doing at a college party?' Weird question right. We go there all the time. Whatever."

I could guess what direction this 온라인카지노게임 was heading. The guy obviously didn't ask that without an underlying reason.

"Then the hottie I was making out with took a step back. He literally took a step back! He asked if that was true and he looked genuinly frightened. I told him yes and he just got out of there. Apparently he was a senior and he felt like a pedophile or something."

I burst out in laughter. He got scared of a high school girl! What a chicken. Oh man, this is gold!

"Yes, laugh at my misery! He was hot." She pouted, but her eyes were amused.

"Wait, so why did you leave in such a rush?" She could've just found a new target. I looked at Gwen and she bit her lip.

"Well, the dude said that Jacob was heading over and I really didn't want to see that knobhead."

We both started laughing. I didn't want to see him either, but I wouldn't have ran away. Only Gwen. She never told in detail why she avoided Jacob like he had a contagious disease. I never pushed her, if she wanted to tell me she would've.

I didn't mind though. Jacob is a tool. Or a knobhead.

"Weren't the guys hanging out with Jacob? Gwen they were probably going with him!" Okay, that sounded a bit more dramatic than it should. It was a girls night after all.

"Better luck next time." She didn't mind either. I mean, we did see the guys every day at school and often during the weekends. Us girls gotta stick together.

The walk home seemed short. Gwen was staying over so she was lying next to me in bed. Her breathing was steady so she was already asleep. Understandable, she had a tough night.

I was drifting off when my phone buzzed. Why does this keep happening to me? I grabbed my phone and noticed it was Jake.

We're at the party, where are you guys?

Oops. I decided to text him back so they wouldn't look for us.

Gwen and I are in bed together ;)

I knew Jake would appreciate that text. He had never texted me back this quick before.

I wanna join :(

Tough luck Jakey. With a smile I drifted off to dreamland.