Yeah my fisr Mean Girls fic! Read and Review please

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Mean Girls...but I sure worte this story here...mmhmm

Misunderstood Rage

Should I get this straight for all you dimwit, knuckle heads, who think you know and saw everything, but you were practically blind, and don’t know anything unless it was said over the announcement speakers? Cady Heron did not push me in front of that bus; so let that settle in your thick heads. It was my own fault that I was hit and put in a cast for weeks alone in my bedroom where my mom would walk in randomly checking up on me with that stupid dog I wish I could just kill!

No, I’m not mad at Cady Heron. Maybe a bit disappointed, hurt, bewildered, frustrated, and a little confused to why she’d do such a horrible thing to me just to get Aaron from me. I knew I should’ve just told her that I was using him to make her jealous. My plan just backfired on me is all…and bit me in the butt and made me the laughing stock of the school but also the most well treated student regardless of my ruthless reputation as a plastic. Leader of the plastics that is.

Ever sine I saw that tall, slender, weird, unusual, redhead, I fell head over heals for her. Something about that…those awkward, hideous, tacky clothes she wore that first day she entered the cafeteria flashing her smile around aimlessly looking for a place to sit. Looking so lonely and lost, and just plain cute the way she was rejected by everyone. I had to drag her down to sit with us. Fix her up a bit, and once I had her lookin hotter then she already didt, not hotter then me of course, I’d pounce on her without making myself look like a nut for liking such a…freak?

I only told her that I thought Janis was a lesbian to see if she had anything against homo chicks. Obviously she didn’t since she kept hanging around with that obsessed, dark, art freak who was once my former friend. And her “crush” on me? Oh I didn’t mind much…until she went all dikeish. Beautiful she was, but Cady had a beauty that Janis could’ve never established for herself. The beauty of originality was what I was so intrigued by. I really hated it when she started to become like me…a less hot version of me I might say, but deep inside I missed the Africa, home schooled jungle freak I met at the beginning of the year that I tried to make my own, only to loose her in the process, or actually learn she didn’t give a care about me in the first place.

And now, what has come of me? Like a lovesick puppy, I watch her entering Northshore with Janis and Damien laughing up a storm about past events that made me wanna walk right up to them and really give those homo…sapiens…something to laugh about. Her nicely brushed red hair catching in the wind and blowing in her face until it starts itching her delicate skin and she brings up a soft hand to knock the locks from her gorgeous eyes. Jeans shaping her every curve like water hits every crack of a cavern, and her originality slowly creeping back into her daily wear.

And every night I dream, a morbid dream for some, but for me, it’s paradise to think of her lying on my bed next to me, breathless, hot, parched, sweating and speechless to the events that had just taken place. And I’d whisper in her red heated ears: I love you Cady.

So what ya think? Alrigth for a first fic?