Confessions of A Party Girl [Chapter One]

People are rude, cruel, over-bearing ass-holes. 50% of all suicide in Britain and The USA is related to bullying. I'm not saying that I can't be spiteful, but bullying disgusts me, to no extent.

I guess that's how I fucked up my first day at Cold-water high.

"Fagot!"

"Queer!"

A group of pimply, mean looking boys were surrounding one cute, well dressed brown haired boy with viscous sneers and mean taunts.

It was quiet in the court-yard, no one around, and I sighed to myself. Why didn't the kid defend himself.

Our eyes locked and he reminded me of my brother in that one cold second, "What the fuck do you think your doing ass-holes?" I snap.

They turn around slowly, and I know I look kick-ass, with my tattoos and fuck-the-world attitude.

"So what if he's gay?" I grin darkly, "I bet he get's more vagina than you've seen since you've came out the womb."

They get quiet, obviously not knowing what to say, "Do you think your cool just 'cause your all ganging up on him?"

The don't answer and I bark out, "Well Do you?"

The shake their heads and grumble out, "No."

"The go back to class!" I snap.

The comply and I give a two-fingered salute to the cute boy, who merely raises his eyebrows and nods.

The school was bustling with people, who ultimately froze and stared at me as I shoved my way into the front-office.

The lady never looked up from her screen, "You must be Roxy Callahan, your uniform, room key, and information is right here."

"Thanks," I reply politely. JD would be proud, his little sister was being decent!

The school wasn't so bad (besides those chump homophobes) and people helped me find my new room with semi-useful directions.

The dorm was relatively big, with two four-poster beds, two side-tables with lamps on them between it and bathroom door on the wall across from it. One side was messy, with pictures and posters.

But what was apparently my side only had a white cover on it.

"Jesus Christ, I have to decorate too?"

But you see ladies and gents, I'm to lazy for all that. I throw my clothes and my new uniforms into the closes, set up my stereo and my iPod station, put up some pictures and decide to quit unpacking when my stomach growls like a rabid dog.

The uniform isn't bad ( this school is just rainbows and fucking puppies) it has a pleated skirt, a white button up, and a black blazer. I leave the blazer off and strut my stuff in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

My light, ashy brown hair is still back in it's pony-tail with one of those cheer-leader bumps in the front, I take out my bull piercing since it makes it nearly impossible to talk without sounded high pitched and examine myself.

Tan skin that just glows, dark blue eyes with a lighter ring around the pupil like tie-dye, small,pink, pouty bow-shaped lips. Tats. No perverts, not tits, Tattoos.

They call me rebel Roxy for a reason, ya know? Here's a little bit about me since we're getting to know each other so well (Er...Why am I talking to myself?) I'm 17, I just moved here from LA, I have 6 older brothers, my Dad's rich, my mom's super cool, my grandma hates me, and I'm a party girl.

See my therapist said inner confessions are good for my anger issues, they get the problem out the way before I get too pissed.

I wanted one of those stress-balls (nothing nasty freaks) but nope, inner thoughts only.

Confession one: I'm ridiculously hungry 24\7, which thanks to a fast metabolism keeps me bony. All my tattoo's would like like flab's off bad coloring if I weighed as much as I ate. I'd be the 2 ton lady!

"Why are you talking to yourself?"

Confession 2: I just broke resolution one (don't throw shit at people)

"What the fuck? Ow!"

The blonde guy grabs his for-head and glares at me, "What the he hell was that for?"

I hold out my hands in a Judo-position, "I'm about to go Fang-Shi on your ass! Why the hell are you in here?"

"This is my room, genius," The blonde guy groans.

I chuck another shoe at him but he rolls out of the way...sadly.

"Why the fuck am I in here then?" I snap.

"Some of the rooms are getting switched to co-ed," He snaps back, "They don't have enough rooms for girls."

I pause and consider his answer, He's hot. But hot guys can be rapists...

I look at the pictures on his night-stand (If it's really his). He's in everyone one of them.

"Nice to meet you," I say with a polite nod, "I'm Roxy, Your new roommate, touch me and I neuter you."

Here Jessie was thinking he'd scored by getting a sexy room-mate, instead he'd gotten a legit fucking psycho.

"I'm Just the guy you mauled with a fucking shoe," I chirp back mock-happily.

She grins darkly and it pisses me off even more because it's cute, "Your just lucky I didn't have my fucking wand in my hand," She nodded slowlily and evilly, "Then I would of really fucked your shit up."

"Your fucking crazy!"

She looks at me and nods thoughtful, "We sure do use fuck a lot."

"Excuse me," I say with a fake dazzling grin, "Your Bat-shit crazy."

"Bat-shit?"

I nod and cross my arms, "Bat-shit."

"Sounds pretty serious." She pops the P and I stare at her for a moment, deciding if she's freaky as hell or interesting.

"Her tats are hot," a sex-driven devil on my shoulder whispers, " and her tits ain't bad either.."

"Hello?" Roxy furrows slim eyebrows and glares, "Are you staring at my boobs?"

I pause, considering my answer, "...No..."

She raises crosses her arms and begins tapping her foot, "Do you want to get clocked with a dictionary, you fucking creeper?"

I shrug noncommittally, "Not really."

"Oh?" She says inspecting her nails, "not really."

"Yeah..." I say inching towards the door, "Good Talking to you Ruby!"

She throws the book and I barely have time to get out the door and slam it closed. It was some Matrix shit, slow-mo and all bro.

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