|Prep or Punk?
Author: Northwesst PM
Lucy is the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school. Drake is a punkskateboarder. He's her complete opposite, right? They have alot more in common than you think. But in a world of popularity, it might be hard to stop playing pretend.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 7,487 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 01-26-08 - Published: 01-02-08 - id: 2457683
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Do you see that girl over there? She's the queen bee, the perfect prep. Every guy wants to date her (and possibly screw her) and every girl wishes they were her. That girl over there is the captain of the cheerleading squad, and the supposed girlfriend of the football captain. She is the perfect preppy bitch in any cliched story.
Her name is Lucy greens and I hate everything about her. I hate her perfect blonde hair, her striking blue eyes, her coy smile, and I even hate her taste in clothes. All her mini skirts, heels, and brand names make me sick.
But the reason I hate her the most is because... she's me.
Hi, my name is Lucinda greens, ( No one really knows my first name is Lucinda. I told them all it was Lucy) and I go to Northhill high.
"Lucy!" a shrill voice broke my train of thought. I rolled my eyes and looked towards the direction of the voice. I already knew who it was.
"Lucy, I've been, like, looking everywhere for you."
Meet Candy. She is the second most preppiest bitch on our school, (next to me) but she is the most annoying.
Candy and everyone else has this weird thought in their mind that the two of us are best friends. I honestly don't find that probable since most of the time I want to beat her head in with a blunt object, but I got a rep to protect.
Candy is definitely not best friend material. She's got the rep of being the school slut. She will sleep with anyone if she finds them 'cute' enough. She never denies any of the claims about her. I can only guess that means they're true.
I ignored my extreme dislike of the platinum blonde heading in my direction and put on my prep act.
"Like, Lucy, Tommy has been, like, wondering where you are."
Ugh, don't even get me started on Tommy. He's the football captain, and he like Candy has this idea that we are together. As if! One day he comes over to our table during lunch, and asks me out. I felt like throwing up on my salad right there, but how unlady like is that.
I never told the egotistical jerk I'd go out with him. I told him I'd 'think about it'. Not, 'I would love to go out with you, you big hunk of man'. I said I'd think about it. What is so hard to understand about that?
Well apparently if you have the IQ of a chimp it is extremely hard to understand. Now everyone is going around saying that we are now the 'it' couple. Tommy is only fueling the rumor. As of last week, I am now 'his girl'. Gag me. I will never submit to that kinda of low.
But due to the image I've formed myself, I needed to sound like and excited little girl.
"Really?! I guess I can't, like, keep him waiting." I grinned and she squealed.
"Go get him girl. He's waiting by his car." I got up from where I was sitting in the library. I went there to get away from my 'cronies'. That's right. I don't have friends, I have cronies. I haven't had a friend since the 7th grade. Kim was my best friend. We had everything in common. But then she moved away.
When she moved away I was alone. I had no other friends, so I changed myself so I could make friends. Sometimes I regret it, but then I think of how I'm one of the most popular girls in school, and then I don't really care.
I walked out of the library, Candy had found a cute guy to flirt with so I left her. I walked down the empty hallways. The only sound I could hear were my own heels clicking against the floor.
It was moments like this were I felt the most alone.
I stopped at my locker and grabbed the books I would need. I had a calculus test tomorrow and I needed to study, ah the perks of senior year.
I sighed and turned towards the doors that lead outside where I would surely meet my doom. And his name was Tommy.
I might seem over dramatic, but you have not seen how conceited this guy could be.
"Hey babe." Tommy greeted me when I walked out to the parking lot. He was standing there leaning against his car trying yet failing to be cool.
I won't deny it. Tommy was pretty good looking. He had sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. In addition he did have a cute smile, but his mind still advanced at the rate of a cockroach.
"Hey yourself" I said in a flirtatious way. I held back a shudder of disgust.
"I just wanted to see if I could give my girl a ride home." Shoot me someone please! Well at least he remembered that my car was in the shop. I had walked to school that morning, because my home was only a fifteen minute walk from school.
"That would be, like, so awesome Tommy." I giggled and flipped my hair, something that I do on a regular basis.
Tommy just grinned and opened the passenger side door for me. I got in and he walked around the car and got in on his side.
The ride was pretty short. Most of the time I just stayed silent and I listened to his feeble attempt to strike a conversation. He started saying things like 'you look great today.' I've heard that one so many times it isn't even flattering anymore.
Then the Brett Farve wannabe tried talking about football to me. I didn't understand crap about football. It's not because I'm stupid, It's because I hold no interest in football at all!
After having to listen to this guy talking about the upcoming big game against Easthill, and constantly nodding my head, we finally reached my house. Okay, so it's a mansion. You caught me. My dad is the CEO of some big
corporation. I have no idea what they do but I am almost certain that one day the company like so many others will have a hand in global warming.
"Like, thanks for giving me a ride home Tommy."
"No problem baby, It was my pleasure giving such a lovely lady a ride home." I giggled again. I deserve a Oscar, don't you think?
Then I noticed his face was becoming dangerously close to mine! HOLY PINKY AND THE BRAIN! HE'S GOING TO KISS ME!
Tommy's face kept creeping closer to mine. I panicked! I didn't want his lips anywhere near mine.
Before he could make his move I opened the door and jumped out. I was saved!
"Like, I'll see you later Tommy!" I called behind my back as I raced to the front door. Tommy sat there in his car with a dumbfounded look on his face. He better be careful or I just might smack the look off his face! Beware of Lucinda and her awesome smacking powers! Ha ha!
I opened the door and slammed it shut as if I was running away from an axe murderer. I guess I was. Tommy and an axe murderer do have a lot in common.
"Sweetie are you okay?" Marie our head maid asked me. Marie was the one of the few people who actually understood me. She was like my second mother, since my mother was usually either at a spa, resort, or shopping.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be upstairs in my room if you need me."
"And that would be your real room, right dear?" She knew me all to well.
"Yes, that would be the correct room." She smiled and walked away ordering two other maids to 'get back to work and stop gossiping'.
I climbed the grand staircase and walked to my room. I stared at the room next to it with disgust. That room belongs to my older sister Lanie. She's moved out now, going to cosmetic school. Her room is covered from top to bottom with pink. She has a canopy bed and the most stuffed animals I have ever seen.
Lanie the queen bee when she was in highschool. I based my looks off of her and my fake attitude too. I figured since she was so popular I would be too. I was right.
I used her room for when friends or anyone else came over. I didn't want them to see my real room.
I looked farther down the hall and saw my brothers room. Logan was off at college too. I picked him as my favorite sibling over Lanie. Remember when I said Maire was one of the few people who could understand me? Well, Logan is the other.
Lanie, Logan, and Lucinda greens. I guess our mother wasn't that creative when it came to names.
I opened the door to my room and slammed the door shut.
My room reflected everything that I really am on the inside. The walls are grey, but you can hardly see it because almost every square inch of my room is covered with posters of my favorite bands. Anti-flag, Against me, the used, my chemical romance, green day, fall out boy, suicidal tendencies, dropkick murphys, The Almost, Panic! At the disco, The Distillers, and so on.
I had the biggest cd collection in the world! I love my cd's even if I do have an i-pod. I switched on some NoFx and turned it up. I changed out of my school outfit and changed into a pair of jeans and a band-t.
gasp she's wearing jeans?!? That's what your thinking isn't it?
I guess you've caught me. I am not the preppy bitch everyone finds me to be. My passion is punk! I think I got it from my brother. He was the rebel punk in the family, while my sister was Lanie the teenage bitch!
When I changed my look I really changed everything about me. Blonde isn't even my natural hair color. Normally I have black hair like my brother and dad. My mother and sister have the blonde hair.
When I was left alone friendless, I was determined to be popular like my sister no matter what. So I decided I had to dress look, and act just like her.
Still no matter how much I changed my look I couldn't change who I really was on the inside, and I guess on the inside I was a punk. I know I sound kinda lame but I can't help it.
I have put up a fake look for a long time and no one has ever found out the real person I am. I don't intend on letting anyone find out either. It's my dirty little secret.
It might not seem like a big secret to you, but trust me on this one. If anyone from school found out, and spread it around, my reputation would be shot! No one would treat me the same, and my cronies would immediately drop me like a hot potato and become my enemies.
I am not kidding either. If you are not a prep, you are just a stain on their Gucci purse.
I flipped open my calculus book and lost myself in my music.
"Who's beeping" I mumbled to my self. I took me a while to realize that it was my alarm clock. I slapped my night stand trying to stop the insane annoying beeping.
I kept missing the button, and I was crabby, since it was 5 in the FREAKIN MORNING, and I was interrupted from my dream of marrying Pete Wentz. My temper got the best of me so I grabbed the alarm clock and chucked it against the wall hitting my Anti-flag poster. Sorry guys, no hard feelings.
I should've gotten up but Pete Wentz was calling my name, so I closed my
eyes for just a few more minutes...
"Oi Lucinda get your lazy ass up!" I jumped from the sudden outburst of Marie. I fell onto the hard floor with a thud.
"Ow" I rubbed my head. Even though it was my 'lazy ass' that hurt the most. "What the hell was that for!"
"It's 7:50! School starts in 10 minutes Lucinda!" At this point Marie was screeching, and it got my full attention. I sprung up from the floor and raced into the bathroom.
After a five minute shower (one of the fastest ones I've ever taken) I got dressed into khaki capris, an American eagle shirt and a pair of flip flops. When I don't wear skirts, this is what I wear. I'm trying to set a trend among the popular girls. I think I'm getting close. I've seen a couple of my cronies wearing a similar outfit.
It makes me almost proud of them. I said almost, don't mess with me.
Well my car was still in the shop. So I was forced to walk (cough-run-cough. Sorry bad cold) to school, and I can't use a different car because my father is trying to teach me to be thankful for the things I have and not take money and possessions for granted.
I don't think he really needs to worry about that. Great time to actually start caring though dad. The one time you try to be a good father turns out to be a little inconvenient. To put it bluntly... SHITTY TIMING POPS!
By the time I reached the school I was out of breath, but I managed to burst through the doors with a dramatic effect. Face it I looked like wonder woman.
I looked at the clock and saw that classes began five minutes ago. After stopping by the office quick, I started sprinting to my first hour.
English, my worst enemy. Mr. Flortes is a jerk, and I hate to be on his bad side if I show up any later.
The room came into view. I was almost there. I was certain I could make it.
Right when I came near the door, I ran into something hard and flew back on my bum. Good thing I didn't wear that skirt today.
That hurt. I wonder what I hit.
I looked up and there on the floor was Drake Weston. (Insert girly squeal)
I guess I ran into him. Oops.
Drake rubbed the back of his head and got up quickly to help me up.
"Uh, sorry about that, I guess I should've been looking where I was going."
I wasn't listening to his apology. I was to busy looking at his eyes. They were a stunning grey. His hair was dark brown and fell over his eyes slightly. Speaking of eyes, he has the cutest eyebrow piercing.
Drake Weston is every punk girls dream! With his deep thoughts good looks, rebel attitude, and plus his heart melting smile, but most of the popular girls just blew him off because if your not a jock or your not rich, you don't even exist. Since I'm not really as shallow or dense as those girls, I actually know who he is.
Then I realized he was waiting for me to say something, instead of looking at him like an idiot. Now I should really start my daily panic attack.
"It's okay, I should've been looking where I was looking. No harm done."
At first Drake looked at me with a bit of surprise, but then just smiled.
Did I squeal already, I guess I shouldn't do that so often... ah screw it, squeal
"I guess we should be getting in there now." Drake suggested. I just nodded my head.
He opened the door for me and we both stepped in.
I swear, the whole class looked at the two of us the moment we stepped in together. Oh great, I guess this is gonna be a month's worth of rumors.
"Ah, Miss Greens, Mr. Weston. I see the to of you are late." Stick it up your ass Flortes. "We just assigned partners for the upcoming project for your final grade. Since neither of you have partners you can work together."
"What?!?" We both yelled. I turned to Drake who was already looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and a look of disbelief on his face.
Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to work out?