Unforgettable

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Look over there-no not the kid with the fat head but to the left. The one sitting beside the kid who is in dire need of attention-yeah the potty mouth bitch who’s voicing out her opinion right now-with the dark almost charcoal skin and shaven red hair. Yeah she’s kinda fat but she carries it well and she’s having a pseudo intellectual debate with some guy with a load amount of hair gel. Yeah her.

I wish that was me. I wish I had the ability to throw that many curses especially to the hair gel bastard trying to win the argument.

“Hey Stanley shut the fuck up, Nesa will win no matter what,” I attempt.

He glares at me. Everybody else stares at me. Nesa raises an eyebrow at me as if this is the first time she’s ever seen me. Not surprised-I’m usually the wallflower but today was the ultimate choice. If you wanna get up there and be noticed you’ve got to try something. For fat chicks: get off your lazy ass and head of to the gym. There’ll be plenty of people cheering you on; they’ll be your encouragement. My encouragement for my sudden outburst is Nesa. If this facially inept fat ass can do it, why the hell can’t I?

“Yeah and FYI Stanley, the reason there’s no WET is that all the shows on TV are white as Nesa mentioned plenty of times. If blacks wanna set up their own entertainment channel who the fuck cares? Is it affecting your life-is it a threat against you or the ones you truly care about?”

Everyone glances back and forth between me and Stanley. He’s still surprised from my sudden input on the conversation. Mrs. Hays is even looking back and forth between us. Stanley opens his mouth to say something but is cut off my Nesa. More lip blocked. The whole scene was brilliant-his mouth made an O shape and Nesa slapped her lips against his.

His eyes are wide open in utter amazement and probably disgust, it’s gonna catch up on him soon.

“Argghh shit! What the fuck!” He violently pushes Nesa away from him and she almost falls of her chair. And that’s saying something. Cause she is pretty heavy.

Stanley wipes away furiously at his mouth his face reddening in anger at every swipe motion. “Now I got nigger germs all over me!”

The whole class gasps and through the corner of my eyes, I see the kid in dire need of attention fall of his chair. I roll my eyes. The next scene that unfolds is Nesa’s fist making brutal contact with Stanley’s face and me running towards him to help him up.

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“You okay?” I ask Stanley.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Come on, am I that forgettable? I’m the girl who said that comment in English class about two weeks ago?”

He shoots me a blank glare and turns back to his locker.

“I helped you up when you got your assed kicked by Nesa?”

“What the fuck do you want?” He says, but not too harshly as he retrieves his books from his locker.

“To tell you that I made that comment and all the commotion to help you so I would be able to have this conversation with you.”

He stares at me for a moment and I stare back. This staring continues on for a good thirty seconds until he backs down with a scowl.

“So what do you really want?” he asks.

“I kinda wanna be your friend.”

“What the hell?”

“So we can trade back insults get all our anger out. Cus I think you’re angry and I’m kinda angry too.”

He slams his locker shut and walks away.

I’m using him for my own purposes because I’m tired of not having friends. But he doesn’t really have to know that. I’ll pester him again tomorrow.

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Larry is my pseudo friend-he’s using me for his own purposes-for a good fuck -and I usually deliver. He occasionally video tapes me for his “large” youtube career. That’s the only thing he’s passionate about-his filming career. He says he gets about a hundred comments per video. What he doesn’t know is that I have internet friends. Lots of them and I really know how to beg.

Many comments equal a happy Larry and a happy Larry equals being seen in public with him.

“OK Violet-you have to look at the camera and touch yourself kay?” We’re at his place in the basement, I’m sitting on this long couch/fucking spot and he’s literally bouncing up and down waving the camera in my face.

“Please? I’ll get like a hundred more comments if you did this.”

I smile suggestively and raise a finger to my lips-I open them and suck it slowly.

“Good, good, that’s hot, go on!”

I place my right hand in my wife beater and squeeze my boob, throwing my head back. Larry shoots me a thumbs up sign.

“We’ll sit together at lunch tomorrow? I’ll sign autographs; I can be your Edie Sedgwick,” I murmur.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, now give me a peek. Not too much but just a little. Be a tease.”