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Post by jorel hill on Jun 13, 2010 18:24:42 GMT -5
It wasn't even like I was there. I mean, sure, I was there. Everyone is there. But the way they all stared at me. Of course the Goods are staring at you, you Badass. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
Just because I was on the "bad" side, doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I'm actually a good person, damnit. And how do they judge me? With these horrible ugly looks that make their faces just reek with judgementalness. Ew. Just...ew.
I wasn't the only Badass there, though. There were tons - me and a bout half the hallway. The other half were all Good. I never really got the "Good" or "Bad" side, anyway. Stupid sons of bitches.
I ran into her, tripping over my vans. I caught myself before I even touched her, though, and I was quite relieved. Because I was staring at the face of my crush, Heather. Holy shit did her hair look amazing today. Not that I care...of course....because I had to go to...
"Hello." It just came sailing right out of me. I felt like a dork. "Sorry..." My eyes darted around the hallway as classes were being seated.
"No, really, it's fine." She smiled, at me, and I felt that oxytocine start waking up.
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