|Jerk:A Love Story
Author: JerkCorn PM
Lix met Josh in a not-so-unexpected way. He was the new heartthrob in school. He was gorgeous. Except she doesn't know what to do with him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,545 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-04-11 - id: 2929440
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I walked down the hall of my familar high school, Rylie High, and was greeting with aromas of perfume and cologne. First day back, and we were all ready stinking up the halls, Typical. Not like I was against it or anything. I mean - I wore perfume, but I didn't feel the need to spray it so much that you could smell me from a mile away. The halls were crowded - as usual, and the white lockers,walls, and floors made me feel like I was in an institution (more like an institution for stupid teenagers), but I was used to it, just like I was used to getting looks from the guys (Flawless blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan curves had it's perks). Go ahead and think I'm arrogant, but seriously, unless we're depressed, we always think highly of ourselves. I'm just not afraid to show it.
"Hey, Lix, what's up?" I heard a voice say, and turned around to see Jeff, a brown/blonde-haired cutie with dimples and nice-ness for everyone. It could be annoying at times, but awesome when you're feeling down. (Also, my name was Lix. Not short for anything, but cool name right!)
"Hey, Jeff, how was you're summer?" I asked, closing my locker, and walking to homeroom with him.
"Good, but I missed my favourite girl," he teased, and I smiled and laughed with him. Alot of people assumed me and Jeff were dating, but we were just good friends, that's all there is to it. I was currently single, and ready to mingle.
We joked around and when lunch came I finally saw Camille and ran over to her. She turned around and gasped.
"Lix, I would've never believed it was possible, but you've somehow gotten hotter!" she exclaimed, and I laughed and hugged her. "I wish I could say the same for me," she said, and glowered at her appearence.
"Excuse me, girl! What are you talking about?" I said. She had dyed her hair light brown (it was natrually blonde) and it was just past her shoulders. She was also wearing the latest clothes. Her skin was pale (she didn't tan well) and she wore a necklace saying 'Love' with a diamonde incrusted... something I had never seen before. I also noticed a flash of silver on her left hand.
"YOU'RE ENGAGED?" I shouted, and Camille grinned ear-to-ear.
"Yup," She added, knowing how impatiant I was and holding back details.
"TO WHO?" I responded, and she rasied an eyebrow.
"Shhh... people are starting to stare. To Zach, you know, that guy I've been dating for a year now. He's not here today, hockey tournament," she said.
Oh. Right. Obviously.
"I'm happy for you," I replied, "When's the wedding?"
"As soon as we graduate," she answered happily.
Ooo, that must bother her. Today was only the first year of grade 12, 10 months wait was gonna kill her. Well, she was with Zach, and he was a great guy. Me, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. I couldn't keep a guy for over a month, it just never worked out.
Camille launched into wedding plans and I smiled and nodded.
"Hey, Lix, How are you doing?" asked Jessica, my friend. We weren't close, but we were friends, and I hadn't seen her for quite a while.
Go, Camille mouthed, and I nodded, gave her an apologetic glance, and walked with Jessica to another table.
"Have you seen the new hottie?" She asked, taking a bite of garden salad.
"Jessica, there are like a million new guys, how in the world would I know which one you're talking about... give me the details!" I said, and we both laughed and talked.
Apparently no one was brave enough to appraoch him, and he currently wasn't in the cafeteria.
After lunch, I walked over to my locker with Camille and Jeff walked over to our lockers together. Coincedently, our lockers were all in the same area, and that was a big stroke of luck.
We were talking about the big game this Friday, when I got shoved to the side and Jeff quickly caught me, steadying me.
"Excuse me?" I asked the guy who pushed me. He looked about our age and had black hair, with striking green eyes.
"Live with it," he said, glaring, and walked away.
"Spazz," I said in a sing-song voice under my breath, and our day returned to normal. But yet, I couldn't stop thinking about the guy.