exclaimed a squeaky female voice I instantly recognized. I turned, only to see the girl I despised most in the world, holding a now-empty cup of punch.
15
He is All I Need
“Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.”
~The Beatles~
Lena Rose Winter
My first friend in this school. The screechy mouse who was dating an asshole with a huge ego, but not as humongous as hers. I took in her appearance, with a disgusted smirk on my face. She was wearing a glittering, long, sparkly red dress that reached the floor.
Her hair was pulled to the side, falling on her right shoulder in cascading waves. With about a ton of make up on her face, she resembled the ugliest creature I'd ever seen in my whole life.
I was not a hypocrite. I didn't see the gorgeous girl everyone saw, I saw a frail wannabe seeking attention.
She looked like the last horcrux in Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, weak but feeding on others to gain strength. I saw through that prideful smirk. I knew Jonah was a bad influence on her. But Stacy didn’t.
Stacy Hennings.
She crossed the line. It was now or never.
I heard gasps in the gym, every eye was once again glued on my enemy and me. Anger bubbled in me, my nostrils were flaring and my face got hot. I clenched my fist and looked at her.
"Oops? That's all you can find to say? Why did you do that, Hennings?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My fury was not going to get out of control this time.
My eyes flickered to her hands, still holding the empty glass, clutching it for life. They were slightly shaking. This ought to be easy.
"Well? Cat got your tongue?" I smirked, crossing my arms together.
"You're a bitch," she stated, shrugging her shoulders. I felt my eyebrows go higher on my forehead.
Suddenly, a staggering Jonah appeared and slid his arm around her shoulder. He was positively drunk because his eyes were half closed and his hand held a bottle of beer.
"Heeeeey, caatfiight! Gooooo prettyyyy..." slurred Jonah, barely comprehensible. My eyes met Liam's, whose face was covered with shock, anger and anxiousness.
" I got this," I mouthed, in hopes of reassuring him. Well, I failed. He had a reason to be worried, though. Last time I talked to Jonah, my fist connected with his face.
"Nice boyfriend you got here, Hennings." Stacy shot me a death glare, before turning to Jonah.
"For your information, my man is a hundred times better than the Silent Freak here," she declared, placing a sloppy kiss on Jonah's cheek. I didn't have time to think about the fact that she'd insulted Liam, because, to everyone's surprise, Jonah shook her off, then wiped her kiss.
"Ew! I got uglyyyy cooties," he exclaimed, still wiping his cheek. My mouth fell open. So did Stacy's.
"Jonah, what do you mean by ugly ?" gasped Stacy, eyeing her boyfriend. He pointed at her and grimaced.
"Youuu're ugly, dumdum."
I bit my lip from laughing. He was acting like a little kid.
This was priceless, but not as much as Stacy's expression. She recomposed from her bewilderment by wrapping her arms around his waist.
By now, the entire gym had gone wild. Everyone was hooting for Jonah.
"GUYS, GUYS. He's just drunk, he-he doesn't know what he's saying," stuttered ‘Ugly . ’ Jonah shook her off for a second time. He took a deep breath, looking quite like a little kid confessing something.
"Yes, I'm drunk. And you're ugly. But yesterday and tomorrow I was and will be sober. And you'll still be ugly. If there's anyone pretty here, it's Elena. She's really pretty," said Jonah.
Pure awe was written on each student's face. Including mine. Even though he'd said my name wrong, the finger pointing in my direction confirmed his statement. Although I added a little smirk.
I took Liam's hand and advanced towards her frozen expression. She looked
15
He is All I Need
“Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.”
~The Beatles~
Lena Rose Winter
My first friend in this school. The screechy mouse who was dating an asshole with a huge ego, but not as humongous as hers. I took in her appearance, with a disgusted smirk on my face. She was wearing a glittering, long, sparkly red dress that reached the floor.
Her hair was pulled to the side, falling on her right shoulder in cascading waves. With about a ton of make up on her face, she resembled the ugliest creature I'd ever seen in my whole life.
I was not a hypocrite. I didn't see the gorgeous girl everyone saw, I saw a frail wannabe seeking attention.
She looked like the last horcrux in Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, weak but feeding on others to gain strength. I saw through that prideful smirk. I knew Jonah was a bad influence on her. But Stacy didn’t.
Stacy Hennings.
She crossed the line. It was now or never.
I heard gasps in the gym, every eye was once again glued on my enemy and me. Anger bubbled in me, my nostrils were flaring and my face got hot. I clenched my fist and looked at her.
"Oops? That's all you can find to say? Why did you do that, Hennings?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My fury was not going to get out of control this time.
My eyes flickered to her hands, still holding the empty glass, clutching it for life. They were slightly shaking. This ought to be easy.
"Well? Cat got your tongue?" I smirked, crossing my arms together.
"You're a bitch," she stated, shrugging her shoulders. I felt my eyebrows go higher on my forehead.
Suddenly, a staggering Jonah appeared and slid his arm around her shoulder. He was positively drunk because his eyes were half closed and his hand held a bottle of beer.
"Heeeeey, caatfiight! Gooooo prettyyyy..." slurred Jonah, barely comprehensible. My eyes met Liam's, whose face was covered with shock, anger and anxiousness.
" I got this," I mouthed, in hopes of reassuring him. Well, I failed. He had a reason to be worried, though. Last time I talked to Jonah, my fist connected with his face.
"Nice boyfriend you got here, Hennings." Stacy shot me a death glare, before turning to Jonah.
"For your information, my man is a hundred times better than the Silent Freak here," she declared, placing a sloppy kiss on Jonah's cheek. I didn't have time to think about the fact that she'd insulted Liam, because, to everyone's surprise, Jonah shook her off, then wiped her kiss.
"Ew! I got uglyyyy cooties," he exclaimed, still wiping his cheek. My mouth fell open. So did Stacy's.
"Jonah, what do you mean by ugly ?" gasped Stacy, eyeing her boyfriend. He pointed at her and grimaced.
"Youuu're ugly, dumdum."
I bit my lip from laughing. He was acting like a little kid.
This was priceless, but not as much as Stacy's expression. She recomposed from her bewilderment by wrapping her arms around his waist.
By now, the entire gym had gone wild. Everyone was hooting for Jonah.
"GUYS, GUYS. He's just drunk, he-he doesn't know what he's saying," stuttered ‘Ugly . ’ Jonah shook her off for a second time. He took a deep breath, looking quite like a little kid confessing something.
"Yes, I'm drunk. And you're ugly. But yesterday and tomorrow I was and will be sober. And you'll still be ugly. If there's anyone pretty here, it's Elena. She's really pretty," said Jonah.
Pure awe was written on each student's face. Including mine. Even though he'd said my name wrong, the finger pointing in my direction confirmed his statement. Although I added a little smirk.
I took Liam's hand and advanced towards her frozen expression. She looked
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