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AN: Look a new story! So I'm publishing earlier than expected but break is coming up so I should be able to write more.
I walked down the halls, people moving out of my way as I went. I got waves and "hellos" as I walked. I paused at my locker. 32-15-7 I thought out as I opened my locker. I reached down into my black messenger and exchanged a few books for class.
"Hey Spence," a voice said leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Hey Stacey, Carmen," I replied without looking at my two best friends. I knew it was them, because with the exception of acquaintances in classes they are the only two I really hang around.
Carmen grumbled something incoherent in response and I looked at her in confusion. She leaned her head on Stacey's shoulder, her dark brown hair falling into her face.
"What's wrong with her?" I asked laughing as I picked up my bag.
"Oh she's still in summer mode - and she hasn't had her coffee yet," Stacey explained.
"Aww, poor baby," I said shutting my locker and turning towards Carmen and Stacey. The brunette's head lifted with a smirk, "Kiss and make it better?" she asked puckering her lips.
"Been there, done that."
"Burned," Stacey said cracking up, as Carmen grumbled and stood up straight. I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and turned around, accidentally bumping into someone and sending their books to the ground.
"Oh I'm sorry," I said starting to bend down and help pick up her books before I realized who it was, "Davies," I spat out dropping the book I had picked up back to the ground.
"Why don't you watch where you're going Carlin," the other girl responded venomously.
"Don't waste your breath Ash, she's not worth it," Madison said behind Ashley, flanked by Sherry.
"We could say the same thing about you," Stacey said.
"Whatever, let's just leave before they try to check us out," Madison sneered.
"Like I'd want to touch you, skank," I spat out. God, I wouldn't touch her with a 20 - foot pole. She's probably crawling with diseases from all those basketball players.
"You watch it Carlin, or I'll make your life hell," Ashley said standing up straight.
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise," she said as she and her friends brushed past us in their cheerleading uniforms. Why do they even wear those to school anyway? I watched them walk down the hall to their friends, unfortunately my brother Glen among them. I guess it's a rule all basketball players need to be around cheerleaders.
Ashley's boyfriend Aiden draped his arm over her as they kissed. I watched in disgust as some of the cheerleaders fawned over my stupid brother.
"Ugh, I hate her," I said spinning around and starting to walk to class with my friends following.
"Don't let her get to you Spence," Carmen said as we turned a corner.
"I can't help it; she acts like she owns the school just because she wears that stupid uniform. I mean what's the big deal? They wear skirts and jump around at games, not even cheering. They just dance," I ranted.
"They're hot?" Stacey chimed in, and Carmen nodded.
"Ew, you just called the cheer bitches hot," I said crinkling my nose in disgust.
"Spencer, are you blind? Look at Ashley and Madison, it's just a fact, they are hot, and that's why they're a big deal. Plus they always wear skirts," Carmen said turning back around to check out the cheerleaders. I scoffed and pulled her along.
"Whatever, I hate knowing her and the fact that we were ever friends with them," I said disgust in my voice.
"Yeah not our brightest moment, but whatever, their loss at the awesomness that is us," Stacey said throwing her arms around Carmen and I. I laughed, she always finds a way to make me laugh after an Ashley attack.
"True, very, very true," I said.
"We are pretty awesome," Carmen said as the bell rang, "So what do you guys have first?"
"Art," Stacey said.
"Health with Mrs. Swan," I replied glumly.
"Sucks, she gets all up in your business," Stacey said.
"I don't know, I kinda enjoyed Health, it was hilarious to watch people when she talked about sex," Carmen said. I shook my head; of course Carmen would laugh at a teacher talking about sex.
"Well I'll see you guys later, wouldn't want to be late," I said
"No, that would be a shame. Good Girl Spencer Carlin is late to class! Alert the media," mocked Stacey.
"I hate you," I said.
"Love you too," she said as she grabbed Carmen's hand and headed off to their first period classes. I watched them go. I wonder if they'll ever realize they're pretty good together.
AN: Review please?
And if you want I'll continue.