#Why?
Copyright 20th November 2013
Chapter
1
Rosie woke up feeling all hot and tired. As she
always did at 'this time of the month!' It was still very new to her and her
already raging hormones at 15 were confusing enough without this newly added
stress!
Why couldn’t of I just been a boy? She often
thought to herself
Great another shit day at crappy school! #Why?
Rosie would ask this question to herself every morning!
Dreading what lay ahead for her today, would the
bullies shove her into the locker or was a punch to the head what was in store?
“Bloody chavs” she spat under her breath.
Rosie was so
pleased that she only had 2 more months left and she was done with those
assholes once and for all!
“Yes!” she
punched the air with a big smile.
She stretched out and yawned, she suddenly went red
as she did a little fart, “Oh God! I hope no one heard that. How embarrassing.”
She giggled to herself.
She rolled over
to her bedside cabinet and opened up her top draw put her tiny pink hand in and
moved it right to the back under her knickers, bits of paper, rubbish and bra’s.
When her hand finally after all the tiresome fumbling felt the hard cold metal
she grabbed it and pulled out her secret box.
After she
neatly laid the box down next to her leg she grabbed her bag from under her
bed, scrambled her hands around inside trying not to stab her hand with her
compass, “ouch!” She winced “Every time” she tutted as the compass did
unfortunately, but predictably stabbed her little finger.
Her bag was like
everything else in her life unorganized, but organized enough for her.
“Ah, got it”
she smiled.
She took out
her shiny silver key, popped it into the lock on her secret box and twisted the
key.
She opened up the pretty pink box, the only thing
pretty and pink in her room and grabbed her E-cigarette out of it. This was the
only way she could get her fix without her mum smelling smoke on her.
When she came home a couple of weeks ago her
mum started asking questions, “oh no it’s just one of my friends smoke you can
smell on me” she had lied reluctantly, she hated lying to her mum.
Although her
mum had so many reasons to hate smoking. Her biggest was that Rosie was a
premature baby, 6 weeks to the day.
She was so tiny.
Her mum looked
down at the smallest tiniest, weenyist baby she had ever seen! From that day on
she felt an overwhelming desire to protect her, to never let anyone harm her
most of all Rosie herself.
She was warned
her baby had small lungs and in Rosie’s early years she had spent some time in
hospital.
One time she
had such a serious chest infection it turned to pneumonia.
Rosie’s mum,
was so frightened, she did not leave her side.
So Rosie knew that if her mother knew that she
smoked it would break her heart.
When she first started, she was too immature to
give a shit, thought it was just something to do at the time.
When Jemima from year 11 handed it to a young Rosie
at the age of 12, Rosie looked at the tiny white stick, with a gold end with
funny white spots all over it. She thought how could something so tiny kill
you? How stupid! So she took a puff. She didn’t do it right at first, although
she still coughed uncontrollably. Over time she built the art and slowly but
surely got hooked within months.
Rosie had built a maturity
since then regarding smoking, read articles took note how the older people that
she knew that had smoked for many years, smelt, coughed and wheezed. She had
shuddered at the thought of being like that.
That was her first step to
quitting. She had changed her mind a few times before she actually did it.
Her mother was
the main reason, that’s what pushed her to do it in the end.
Rosie couldn’t
stand the thought of her mother knowing, she did not want to be responsible for
hurting her, for destroying her dreams that she believed had come true, that she
protected her from harm as she promised she would all those years ago.
When Rosie found the
article on e-cigs she couldn’t believe her luck, finally something that makes
quitting easy. Thank fuck for that!
She puffed away and sighed, laid back into her
comfy bed which was covered in soft cushions and teddy’s and thought, oh that’s
better!
After 5 minutes
of filling her lungs full of vapor and nicotine, she started to feel light
headed. I think that’s enough she mumbled as she popped the white stick which
imitated a cigarette deep inside her bag. She
grabbed the rest of her smoking paraphernalia, which consisted of cartridges
and USB chargers; She shoved it deep inside her bag with her E-cigarette and
when they were all together right at the bottom, (so her mum couldn’t see it, this
was not lying she felt it was just not telling.)
She was happy
enough to roll out of bed, grabbed what uniform she could find on the floor
shoved it on and headed off to clean her teeth.
Rosie was a
pretty brunette with locks that were gorgeously soft and curly.
She had very
unusual blue eyes that you could just swim into and lose yourself in them when
talking to her.
However Rosie could
not see this or hadn’t felt like this since her first day at senior school.
She hid her beautiful hourglass shaped body under
big baggy clothes.
Her room was the same colour and style as her
clothes, black curtains, walls covered in Heavy Metal and Emo bands; Her floor
full of clothes, plates, cups and rubbish.
She seemed to love and hate the attention this
brought.
Rosie looked into her mirror as she scrubbed her
teeth, now enjoying the new whiteness since she swapped fags for E-Cig’s thinking
about how her day was going to be, “I bet that bitch Courtney will be walking
around being all like ooh look at me and Huey!” She made a funny voice to
imitate her enemy’s squeaky voice. ‘OMG Huey is soooo fit, but a pig! Such a
waste of good looks! He will be obsessing over 'HER' I bet, Grrr.'
Rosie hated
Courtney for taking away her best friend, Huey and Rosie used to be so close.
Best friends
all the way from nursery to the end of primary.
She remembered when she first saw Huey Roberts,
they were four.
He
was a chubby boy, much taller than her too.
He had snot all over his face and she laughed and pointed at him, her mum pushed
her hand down and told her say sorry to the little boy as she made him cry,
which created more snot. “Ewwwooo I don’t want to he’s all snotty” Rosie
protested.
The nursery teacher, tall but gentle and pretty
looking with a 60’s style yellow mini dress on, hearing this went over to Huey with
a tissue and wiped him clean. “There you are all clean now” The teacher said
sweetly; now looking over at Rosie whilst kneeling next to Huey. “Rosie this is
Huey” She paused then after realising Huey had no interest in the little plump
and pink girl, that now had taken her pointing finger away from Huey and had it
lodged up her nose whilst swirling it around as if there were a treasure chest
in there somewhere she had to find.
“Huey why don’t you show Rosie how to put the
jigsaw puzzle together, Huey loves puzzles, do you like them Rosie?” The
teacher was trying her best to match someone up with Huey. He was very shy and
struggled making friends at play group. “Ok” Huey whispered.
Rosie reluctantly but now being pushed by her
mum wandered over. After 10 minutes of coaching they were left to play on their
own and they played until it was time to go, from that day on they were always
together.
Rosie
always thought he was good looking and fancied him, but she was too young to
know what fancying was until she got to the age where it was too late to do
anything as they were now too close, it would be weird!
She even thought
this at a young age of 9. So
she put it to the back of her mind and tried not to think that way about him
again.
When they were
10 they did actually try and kiss, after watching a popular teenage soap one
afternoon when Rosie went to Huey’s house for tea, it was after school one
crisp autumn day in October.
They were both
fascinated when they watched the good looking couple kiss. “It looks a bit
messy” Huey said with his nose all wrinkled up, not sure if he liked the look
of it entirely.
“Oh don’t be
such a baby” Rosie said like she was all grown up and experienced, although
herself being very innocent.
They gave it a go nether the less and they looked
at each other afterwards at the same time they wiped it away as quickly as it happened
with the whole of their arms, from the elbow to the tips of their middle fingers.
“Yuk” they both roared with laughter and rolled around laughing.
Huey’s parents
came in to find out what the commotion was all about.
Rosie looked up
at Huey’s dad.
He was so tall and broad.
He had no hair,
he shaved it all off, he started receding a few years ago and he did not want
to look like those guys you see with long pony tails to prove they had some
hair left.
No way was he
in denial.
Right then let’s
just get rid of it all, he thought when he first noticed the figure of 3 outlining
his forehead. He
looked instantly younger when he did this and it suited him. Freddy
was very handsome with stubble on his face which complimented his jaw line.
His wife, Tabby, Huey’s mother, was a pretty lady
with mousey blonde hair. She looked like a typical housewife, very neat
and always had an apron on ready to cook.
She looked like
the sort that would go for a guy that was a pierce Brosnan type, that worked
9-5 in an office, but she liked her man to look like a man, strong with big
arms and a chiseled jaw.
That was
Freddy; he was Tabby’s perfect man.
Rosie
and Huey after their gaze was lifted from his parents looked at each other and
laughed again.
This was their
secret and never to be told to anyone else.
This was for
them and them only.
Time flew by so fast and before they knew it
Primary school was over and they were now senior school students.
On their first day at Apple wood Senior
School, They were so excited Huey came by Rosie’s house in the morning.
Rosie opened
the door.
“You look erm…
smart” Huey had stammered, I have never seen Rosie look so grown up, and
pretty? He thought, he never thought of Rosie as pretty before, he knew she was
but she was just a girl, and a mate.
Ewwwooo he
thought stop it, its Rosie!
Rosie could see
he was trying not to say she looked nice, but still wanted to say she did at
the same time.
Huey didn’t
give compliments very well.
But to her that
was enough, and she returned the compliment and waved him inside.
Huey had a quick bite of breakfast with Rosie and
her family and then they headed off together only turning round once waving to
Rosie’s mum and little sister as they ventured off for a new life of
adolescence together.
Rosie’s mum couldn’t believe what she was hearing
when Rosie came home in tears after her first day; He hates me he hates me she
kept crying.
Huey had first
noticed Courtney in the school holidays when he and Rosie were having ice cream
on the beach, he thought she looked beautiful.
Like an angel,
never seen anything or anyone like her before.
She had long
flowing red hair to her bum.
He’d never seen
such long hair before.
Huey knew Rosie
was talking to him but he couldn’t hear a word she was saying, just thoughts
about this angel went through his mind, thoughts that were alien to him.
It was weird he
never thought of a girl like this before.
He spent the
whole of the holidays dreaming about her, he thought that’s all she ever would
be a dream.
He never
imagined they would ever be in the same class together let alone sitting next
to each other in tutor.
He couldn’t
believe his luck and followed her all day at school.
Rosie tried to
sit with him at lunch but this girl he was sitting with just looked at her as
if she wanted to kill her!
So Rosie
thought best not to and asked Huey if he wanted to sit with her somewhere else
and he just blanked her, too interested in getting attention from the new girl
in his life.
Huey just waved Rosie away like she was a pest,
like a parasite sucking on his new popularity, trying to get in on the action.
It was his turn he thought to himself; Rosie had
always been the popular one.
At primary school he never was any good at football
so the boys didn’t want him playing as he would mess up the games. So he hung around with Rosie and her friends. But
he was always the one been shooed to one side, they used him to hold their bags
when the girls wanted to play gymnastics in the field or whilst they gathered
dead grass to make nests for the birds, although they were too stupid to listen
to him when he tried to explain birds like nests high up.
It was his turn to be popular now and if she didn’t
like it then tuff.
That was the last time Rosie Burton ever spoke to
Huey Roberts.
Huey thought she would understand and didn’t give
it much more thought as he was in a state of lust and didn’t understand what
was happening to him. He
loved this new feeling and didn’t want it to ever end.
It took Huey Three years to finally get the balls,
literally, to ask this girl out and then when he finally did he wished he
hadn’t, god she was hard work.
He missed Rosie
so much. Lovely sweet Rosie, what happened to her he thought, she used to be so
nice. Now she’s a miserable cow.
He
still carried on his charade with Courtney although she moaned at him daily and
winged if she ate a cake and how could he let her do it with all those calories
and if she gets fat it’s his entire fault, he was sick of hearing how hard it
was for her to look the way she did.
She ruined what she looked like by the obsessive nagging!
But she was popular. It was easier to be popular at
school than not he thought. So he decided if I can hold out till the end of
school then I won’t get my head kicked in by the people I’ve dissed for her all
these years!
Rosie didn’t have any idea Huey felt like this, she
was to stubborn to talk to him. She could never forgive him no matter what she
felt about him.
She rinsed her toothbrush, gave herself a big
toothy grin to make sure her teeth were all clean.
After reminiscing how it used to be with Huey she
felt emptiness in the bottom of her stomach, she felt so sad. She wished it was
different, back to how it was.
Well it’s
not she thought and wiped a tear away took a deep breath and stomped down
stairs to where she found her mum.
Chapter 2
Carlie Burton was a brunette also, her hair was
very long and curly, not like Rosie's, Rosie had cut hers in order to have it
all over the front and swooped over her face to the side, 'the emo look' is
what she would call it, 'ruined' is what her mother would call it.
Rosie still had
some length; it was to the shoulders, whereas her mother’s flowed to her lower
back.
Charlie had
silky curls that sat like a triangle with the point at the bottom of her spine;
the front was feathered to shape around her pretty face.
The main body
of her hair was a mixture of length and shorter layers, she had very well looked
after hair and it always looked healthy and shiny.
She was considered by Rosie as a girly girl, far
more pink and popular than Rosie.
This meant instantly to Rosie that she could not
possibly understand what it was like to be 15.
I wish I looked more like my mum, everyone says I
do but I can't see it! Thought Rosie as she headed over to her, her mum looked
up as she walked in, Rosie looked into to her beautiful green hazel eyes as her
mum sipped on her morning coffee with her full pouting red lips surrounding the
edge of her bone china mug, her soft pink hands gripped tightly onto the handle
as she winced realising it was still a bit too hot.
Before
biting into her neatly spread jam on toast she smiled at Rosie.
"Morning sweetheart, what have you got on
today?"
"Duno, somink I hate probably!" Rosie snorted "you?"
"I'm
sure whatever lessons you have once you see your friends you will enjoy it!”
Charlie wished Rosie could have had the same experiences at school as she did.
Charlie loved school; she had her own problems, she
was hated by most girls because she was thin and still ate all the fattening
stuff that the other girls dreamed of eating but put on a stone if they so much
as looked at a big mac.
But compared to
what she has to deal with every day running her company, school was so much
easier.
Charlie knew
that Rosie fell out with Huey and that did knock her confidence but she did
make some very good friends, but she never really got over the shock of what
that little git Huey did.
Rosie had no
idea what she had to come thought Charlie, she’s gota get over it, or she will
never be happy.
"I’ve got a couple of meetings, nothing
major." Completely lying through her teeth, Charlie was so excited she had
a meeting with Harry.
Harry was very handsome; he had a strong jaw, 6
foot 2 and had a body of gods!
Charlie couldn’t stop thinking about him since their
first meeting; He was a partner at the law firm near her office.
She originally didn’t want to be hounded by these
lawyer/solicitor types; she always managed to deal with the legal parts of her
company herself. But as her company
was growing faster than she could have ever hoped for, she thought best to hire
someone to help take some of the load.
She will never forget the first moment she set eyes
on him.
He held out his hand and it took her some time,
which to her felt like hours to reach out hers and shake it.
She got lost
into his amazing deep dark brown eyes, she forgot to breath for a moment, her
lips felt dry as did her throat, she gulped and licked her lips, then realised
he had his hand out.
As she took it
he then leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She wasn’t
expecting it and turned her head at the same time and their lip’s touched.
“Oh so sorry”
she yelped with embarrassment.
Charlie felt a
rush of hot blood fill her cheeks; But at the same time, she felt an amazing
pulse from her groin to her breasts.
She
had never felt such an impact without sexual contact before.
She
desperately wanted to let him take her; she wanted to feel his huge chest on
hers she wanted to feel his large strong hands all over her body, ripping off
her knickers licking her, tasting her.
She
gulped and tried to clear this from her mind as if he could read it.
“Oh no don’t be” he said, “I’m not” Harry
grinned.
Harry
very much enjoyed it and felt a twinge in his trousers. He had to go behind his
desk and sit in his chair in order to cover his modesty, as he did this he
waved his hand towards the chair opposite him to guide her to take seat.
He
fancied this gorgeous woman and wanted to do so many things to her there and
then, throw her on his green leather and oak desk. Rip of her sexy red dress
that had teased him since she walked into his office, it showed her hard
nipples off like they were on display purposely for him to notice them. He
wanted to lick them feel the hardness of them on his tongue oh beautiful
Charlie he thought, I will have you one day. Right here on this desk!
Charlie
giggled like a school girl. She did do a little flirting at first, but then
felt a little awkward. She just
thought to herself; don’t be silly, he’s just trying to sell himself to you for
your business, nothing more. Anyhow
he’s not going to want a woman in her thirties with two kids for extra, silly
women!
Charlie
cleared the silly idea out of her mind and then went straight back into to work
mode.
Charlie,
when she finished dreaming about her first meeting with the blonde brown eyed
sex god, got up to put her plate and mug into the soapy water.
Charlie
looked into the long full length mirror on the back of the kitchen door.
She
loved having it there made it so much easier when getting ready in the
mornings.
She
was sporting a white blouse which made her waist look even tinier than it
actually was; it was tucked into her size 8 pencil black skirt which made her
beautifully shaped legs go on forever down to her silver stiletto healed black
shoes.
Perfect
she thought to herself, Harry has tried to ask Charlie out a couple of times to
dinner, Charlie thought his reason for asking was for business reasons, but she
still didn’t think it would be appropriate.
Charlie
really liked harry, but she was so frightened of getting hurt again and she
didn’t want to get the wrong idea about what sort of relationship he was
interested in.
What
if she allowed herself to get involved?
Was that actually what he wanted?
He
only asked her to dinner, he hadn’t said it was a date anyway, he said he
preferred the more personal touch when at meetings so maybe this is just how he
treats all his client’s.
What
if he wanted to sleep with her and that was it? What if she fell in love with him
and she was just an oat?
Oh
Charlie STOP over thinking things for goodness sake, she tutted at herself
crossly.
I
will just go to dinner and take each conversation as it appears.
Today
she thought, maybe today I will just enjoy myself and go out of the office for
once.
If
he asks her again then at least she’s prepared and will accept, but only to
talk business she warned herself!
Chapter
3
"Oh
well hello sleepy head, I wondered when you were going to get up! Ha ha come on
let's get you some breakfast" Charlie boomed as Erin walked in holding her
pillow pet and wearing her comfy hello kitty onesie.
Rosie's
little sister was seven, and considered to be a right pain in the arse by
Rosie!
She
was blonde, skinny, blue eyed and beautiful.
Unlike
Rosie, Erin was already at a young age was extremely popular. She was always
being invited to parties and sleepovers.
"Hello,
can I have toast please" she smiled with some teeth missing, she had only
lost 2 so far, she had lost her first
one only a few months ago, now she was on her third wobbly one. They seem to
all be coming out at once!
Rosie
tutted: She buttered her toast and begrudgingly popped a slice in for Erin.
"Thank
you Rosie posy he he ha" she giggled, Charlie laughed.
Rosie
shot them both a look, which caused the giggling to grow.
Erin
swished her long blonde hair as she walked over to her mum; her hair was all
the way down to her bum.
Her
hair was dead straight with natural high lights.
She
loved it when Rosie would play with it when they were watching TV together,
Rosie would put plats in so it would go curly. Erin loved it like that; she
used to get Rosie to curl it for parties.
Erin
stuck her tongue out at Rosie; she loved to wind her up. Erin loved her sister
so much, but couldn’t resist winding her up. She got such an explosive
reaction.
Rosie
huffed and threw the toast onto the table in front of Erin.
"Oh
stop being so moody Rosie, Erin's only playing for goodness sake." Charlie
hissed.
With
that Rosie stormed through the hall, grabbed her bag, slammed the front door
and headed off to school.
Chapter
4
Rosie
walked past the bus stop with all the annoying arseholes waiting for the school
bus to arrive; she hated the bus and prefers to walk.
Saves
getting a headache on top of the tummy pains she thought to herself.
Rosie
didn't understand why everyone has to be so fucking loud and obnoxious, stupid
fucking bastards she thought as she stomped to school in a foul mood.
"Rosie!"
“FFS”
Rosie muttered
"Rosie
wait!"
Rosie
could hear Megan calling but didn't want to turn round; she really was not in
the mood for HER today!
“Wonder what
she wants now for fuck sake, probably had another crisis that the whole world
should have to hear about!
More than
likely be about her Boyf Grrr.” She mumbled to herself.
Rosie
thought if she kept walking and put her earphones in she could get away with
this if she walked really fast!
"Rosie
don't be a bitch, I need to tell you somink! You will be really chuffed!"
Rosie
now couldn't hear this as she had her music on loud n proud in to her tiny
delicate ears, something her mother detested.
Megan
took a deep breath and ran like the clappers and finally caught up with Rosie
and slapped Rosie on the back.
"What
the fuck did you do that for?!" Rosie yelled at her best friend.
Rosie
loved Megan like a sister, and that may have been why she treated her the way
she did. She felt safe; she always knew they would be friends for ever no
matter what!
Megan was a
tubby and cute looking girl; she dressed in dark clothes too.
She had died
her hair jet black and added purple streaks.
This did cause
a stir at the school and she even got suspended for a week.
She enjoyed the
time off and actually got more work done in that week than an entire term at
school.
“Without
being constantly bullied and having annoying loud twats in class that wouldn’t
let the teacher speak it’s amazing what work you can get done!” Megan had
explained to the head teacher proudly when she arrived back at school after her
suspension.
Mr. Matthews;
who was a tiny little man with one thick eyebrow, who the kids would shout,
“Its Uno brow munchkin watch out” when he passed.
This hurt him
but refused to let the little bastards see that and just ignored the chants.
He had tutted
at her language and nearly put her on report, but was so impressed with what
she had achieved he thought better of it not too.
He
knew that the same bastards that picked on him did the same to Megan and her
friends, he felt sorry for her with what she had to put up with, he chose to be
at school, she didn’t!
She
couldn’t sneak into an office when it got too much.
He wished there
was more he could do, but the law didn’t allow him much space to do anything,
the kids liked isolation, got them out of class for a day!
Helped them get
some work done and catch up so they avoided detention.
That
wasn’t much more of a deterrent either, all the kids in detention were mates!
So they would just giggle and shhh each other the whole time.
Suspension just
gave them time off school so that was pointless and expelling a pupil didn’t
stop the situation it just made him look bad.
If he did that
too often it would look as though he couldn’t cope! The stats on the ofsted report
would look very bad and he would risk getting the sack! Well no way that would
be possible he thought. So he protected those that were bullied as best he
could.
He would offer
them a time out place that was supervised by the schools support officer.
They could sit
in there and get some work done without feeling threatened.
Trouble was it
was always in use.
So many kids needed
it!
He was in
throws of arguments with the local council for more funding so he could have a
couple of class rooms for this but he knew that it would never happen.
He nether the
less refused to give up the fight.
He
let Megan off with a warning.
Megan loved the
attention of the boys more so than Rosie and always had a ‘semi-serious’
relationship as she would call them, this time it was with a boy called Ronny,
much to Rosie’s disgust.
She hated him
and thought he was an old perv as he was 20. He
was a scruffy lad with a scruffy dirty flat that always stunk of weed.
Whenever
they went round there they had to walk through clouds of smoke and step over
random people that had passed out or wasted on the floor.
Rosie
hadn’t been there in a while as she hated the smell and last time came home
with a chest infection.
"Sorry
moody pants! But yay! You never guess what I heard over the weekend?!!"
Megan
clearly couldn't hold on to whatever it was for much longer, everyone knew she
couldn't keep secrets, so who ever told her this amazing information she had to
tell, either must have wanted it to get out, or they didn't know her!
"What?"
Rosie asked more to satisfy her friend than herself.
"Huey
and Courtney have split up!" Megan said proudly, she almost pissed herself
with excitement when she heard "And everyone is saying that he fancies
you!"
Megan
was so excited for her friend as she knew she'd liked him since reception!
Now
they were in year 11 so this meant the world to Rosie and Megan wanted it as
much for her mate as her mate wanted it.
Rosie
didn't know quite how to take this information.
She
was frightened, it was a set up, I mean really, this wasn't even believable, and
she had more chance with a film star!
"Well
Hun, thank you, but I'm not sure if I believe it." Rosie thought carefully
as she didn't want to disappoint her excited friend.
"I
want to but even if he asks me out I don't think I should say yes as it's
probably a set up! Who told you anyway?"
Megan
looked gutted, she had been bursting all weekend to tell Rosie, she tried
phoning and messaging but Rosie sometimes just won't talk to her, this did
really hurt Megan but she just knew it was Rosie's way.
Rosie
had a habit of shutting herself away from the world when she felt emotional she
couldn't bare people seeing her upset, she would feel embarrassed and in turn
that would upset her even more.
"Tim told
me" Megan announced all excited again as the next part of her amazing
story of her totally amazing weekend flowed out.
“I was at
Oscar's party, duno why but me n Suz got n invite! Pretty cool ah!"
Rosie
looked at Megan trying to take in this entire unbelievable story.
'Hmmm
this did not sound good at all, this sound like a proper setup! Why would Megan
n suz get an invite?' Rosie pondered for a minute and stopped walking.
"So
you n Suz got an invite to Oscars?" Rosie stopped, and then carried on
after a pause.
“The
most popular boy in schools party in order for Tim, Oscars bestie, to then tell
you that Huey Fletcher, there other bestie, fancies me?" Rosie paused
again, as she couldn't believe what was coming out of her own mouth!
"That
sounds fucking mental, doncha think??" Rosie said sarcastically
Rosie
was fuming at her mate’s stupidity to even believe that this was true!
"For
fuck sake Megan, great now everyone will be staring at me and laughing, as now
they all probably know I have fancied him since reception grrrr"
Rosie
stormed off ahead, although she really wanted to just turn around and go home,
but there was no way they were going to fuck up everything she had worked so
hard for, she was going to pass her exams whatever those bastards throw at her!
Megan
felt really bad, she didn't think they would use her for information like that,
but now Rosie had put it like that, it was obvious.
'Oh shit what have I done? She thought. Oh no, I better make sure I'm
there for her' Megan darted off for Rosie.
As
Rosie got nearer and the nearer the school, she felt this wash of anxiety come
over her. She felt sick, hot and dizzy.
OH
FUCK! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! She kept repeating in her head
She
felt a tap on her shoulder…..
“Oh
god who’s that? Please be nice, please everything be ok.
Rosie
turned round to see who was the owner to the delicate tap was.
“Thank
god it’s”…
Rosie
thought at she looked up at this handsome blonde as he stood tall against her
tiny frame.
She
didn’t know why but she was so pleased to see him, maybe it was true. Oh please
let it be true she preyed.
