Amanda Rautio
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Bit 7

Winking at me over his shoulder, Danny left the hallway after his friends. Hormones and emotions alike, flying like drunken bees-they really do get drunk; google it-I shook my head and a laugh sputtered forth in a mad attempt to be released. Holding my knees closer to my body, I shook my head and dropped my chin to my legs. Forehead down, back against the wall and low as I possibly could be, I just sat there and reflected on my poor life choices as of late. 

"Aubrey! What the hell? Apparently I'm going to a party?" Imogen yelled across the hall. My shoulders only shook as I laughed and every muscle in my body gave up. I slumped and Imogen slid onto the floor next to me on her stomach. Eyebrows raised, I gave her a once over.

"That was very un-Imogen-esque of you. Are you on a fucking slip-and-slide," I asked through a laugh. She nodded and crawled over to me, putting her shoulder next to mine. 

"I know. I didn't like the expression you were wearing, so I did something unconventional and hey it worked. So, why in the name of heck are we going to a party?" she asked and I shrugged.

"Horny bastards." 

"Ah."

"Ah."

We sat in silence and I shook my head again. I felt incapable of doing anything further exerting than shaking my head. 

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That was not nothing, Aubs." 

"Yes, it was."

"No, it wasn't. Spill, Bitch." Glaring at her, I knocked her shoulder with mine.

"Fine, Bitch. I think both Shawn and Danny like me and I don't know what to do about it. In fact, there are a bunch of guys I've been dodging as of late. It's pissing me off. Like, leave me the fuck alone. What is so hard to grasp about that concept?" Imogen laughed at me and nudged me.

"They want the V, girl. Obviously." Throwing my hands in the air like I just didn't care-I really didn't-I stood up and twisted so that I was facing my locker. Unlocking my locker, I grabbed my bag.

"Are you ditching again?" she asked and I nodded.

"I can't deal with this right now, yo." Glancing over my schedule, I shrugged. Oh well. I'm missing math and home ec. class. The two classes I hate and suck at. 

"Yo, you can't handle it. Though, to be honest, I think most girls want to be in your position." Deadpanning at her, I smirked.

"That's what she said, first of all. Second, if most girls want to chased by dicks with legs then by all means, invest in a sign." Imogen laughed and swatted my ass. Jumping, I turned and glared at her, but she wasn't looking at me. Instead, she was looking at the bus clan.

"How does her butt feel, Imogen?" Adrian called jokingly.

"Oh, are we going to get some girl on girl action?" Michael asked.

"Leaving so soon, Aubrey?" Danny asked and I nodded. 

"Bye-bye," I shouted and I took off down the hall, not wanting to be chased. However, dudes dig the chase and that is exactly what happened. Screaming, I tore down the hallway and ran out the back doors.

"Fuck this! Fuck this shit! Fuck this fucking shitty shit!" Laughs surrounded me and I stopped, turned around and flipped them off. Backpack in tow along with my scattered lunch, I scowled at Danny and Adrian who were smacking their asses.

"Okay! Enough! For fuck's sakes!"

"Go to the party then," Shawn said, making me take a moment to inspect him. He was tall-too tall-and his glasses were slowly but surely falling down his face. He was sporting a pair of tan jeans and a black graphic t-shirt with a red plaid shirt over top. On his feet, he had a worn out pair of vans. 

Meeting his eyes, I gave the hint of a smirk, and shrugged.

"Maybe. Depends on when I finish work on Saturday." Smiling victoriously, Shawn slowly nodded his head and raised his hands.

"I got the good girl to go to the party! Woo!" he shouted and started punching the air. 

"I'm not a good girl," I said, quirking an eyebrow. A huge chorus of "yeah you are's" and "prove us wrong's" rang out in the air and I rolled my eyes.

"When was the last time you got drunk." I smirked.

"I don't get drunk." Everyone around me snickered.

"Told you. You're a good girl."

"No, my tolerance to alcohol is just better than your's." The boys erupted into laughs and I shrugged, continuing on my journey to my house.

"When was the last time you 'drank'?" Danny asked, rolling his eyes. Laughing, I reached into my bag and pulled out a fresca bottle. There was a sip left of a mike's lemonade. 

"This, my acquaintances, is Mike's hard lemonade. Suck it and swallow, gentleman. You just got told."

"Sneaky sneaky," Adrian laughed and everyone around me stood there with shocked faces. 

"Have you ever done drugs?" I snorted and deadpanned at Adrian.

"No. That's just downright fucking stupid." There were several nods around the circle. 

"She's still a good girl," Shawn said, stroking his chin. I raised an eyebrow, and continued walking away from the school building.

"Really? I didn't know good girls skip school." I snorted and continued walking. They clearly weren't taking the hint because they continued to follow me.

"I'm not a fucking good girl, you gambi-fucks." They ignored me.

"So... where are you heading?" they asked as I walked around the school field to get my house. 

"Home."

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