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Estherrrr 🌹 ( @4everestherr )
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Salt and Pepper by Estherrrr 🌹 ( @4everestherr )
Walking dreadily to my first class, I lowly grunted and dragged myself into the quiet hallway in the early morning of Monday morning. Well, not quite early since I've got myself stuck inside the guidance office along with the other late students for a very long and boring time. By now, I'm sure that students are already having a lesson which I am very anxious of. It's not the lesson, it's the attention I'll get when I enter the room. And that is exactly what I've got. Within the flowing silence inside the tiny room, all of the burning stares of the class were directed on me as I awkwardly stood on the door with a sheepish look plastered on my flushed face. No one knows me at all. Yes, I have a few friends back home and here, too, thankfully. But none would seriously try to make me believe they are somewhat the friend that I can call true. And I hate burning stares. All I want to do right now is grab a cheeseburger on the nearest McDonald's and die. Attention, I'm not fond of. "I can see that you are late, Sydney." "Yeah," I smiled uneasily. "I've got some siblings to help at home," I lied. "What do you tell us?" Fuck off classmates and stop staring at me. I don't like you. "Sorry, I'm late and good morning Ms. Avel." She nodded in satisfaction and gestured me to sit down. Apparently, they haven't started their lesson yet for Ms. Avel began to continue her previous speech that I had disturbed. "So as I was saying, and for Miss Halen to be informed before I continue, I've favored the principal that I'd arrange your seats for this last quarter." Hearing this, I turned to my seatmate Dawson. "What happened?" "There's gonna be a new sitting arrangements and everyone can't choose their seats," he explained with enthusiasm. "Bummer," with a frown, I turned my attention back to Ms. Avel. "So everyone, stand up." And here is Sydney Van Halen, asking almost every person that is near me "What is happening? Why is everyone evacuating?" After some people took their new ordered seats, I found myself standing beside some people who haven't been called and that includes my friend Bangs. "The hell is happening? Why does she get to tell us where to sit?" I never had a proper answer so I directed the question to Bangs. She sighed and explained. "Remember–" "Sydney." Ms. Avel called my name and cutted Bangs sentence off. "Sit there," she pointed towards a direction. My eyes followed it and found an empty seat beside… I realised I don't have to keep asking questions. I knew the bloody answer all along. It wasn't a big deal to everyone but for me, it is. Fucking bloody hell. Last Friday, I was talking to Ms. Avel and I was too comfortable. Little Sydney Van Halen kept blabbing and teasing her friends. I remember that one last topic we've talked about. Hich Ms. Avel replied with, "I'm gonna arrange your seats and this is gonna be fun," with an evil grin on her lips. Our little topic? Crush. Yeah, Ms. Avel knew my crush. Was I drank throughout the whole conversation? Probably. Bangs brought a bottle of wine and we secretly drunk it. "Wh— But… You're kid— this is a dream. You're joking, right?" I stuttered. With the evil grin coming back and crawling unto her lips, she said, "Do I look like I'm joking?" "Are you serious?! Beside him?" I pointed at… I rather not say his name. I'm trying to forget him. Although he never really noticed me. "Yes, now go and sit." Without any other choice I dragged myself and sat beside Jeremy Holster. My crush since last school year. Not all of the entire reason has included me. In fact, most of the reason why we're changing seats is because of Jeremy Holster and his ex's. That leaves me beside Jeremy Holster, who is sitting in the middle, and Bangs who is on the other side of him. Have mentioned Bangs' crush for Jeremy? This is a sick joke to Ms. Avel. Making me sit beside him can cause death to me myself. I know this will be an awkward sitting time and I'm also pretty sure it's way more awkward than before. Apparently, Jeremy ruined a friendship for dating two girls who are best friends. So to fix it, those two girls were made to sit beside each other while Jeremy was made to sit beside me and Bangs, who have a huge crush on him. This is not funny. And Ms. Avel is apparently laughing at Bangs. I kept myself busy and pretended it's just Bangs. Call me selfish but really need to die. And here is Sydney Van Halen, whose last name is mistaken for Eddie Van Halen, is awkwardly doodling on the back of my notebook. ____________________________________ BEFORE DATED: TUESDAY, AUGUST 20, The day I mostly regretted. Let me start. Sydney Van Halen is known to be a shy girl. I love the idea that they think I'm shy like a snail. I talk softly. I stutter when new people talk to me because I'm socially awkward. I don't make much friends. I do make friends but later on I'd automatically go snobbish. I like being snobbish. Because I hate people. I do have a few friends. But I got to remind you that I'm not your typical tomboyish girl who have boys as her friend. I do have boy friends but I'm not exactly close to them. Blame my dead father. And I do have one boy friend but is unfortunately close to being gay. So same matter. I don't have much boy friends. His name is Jessie. Jessie is annoying and looks like a punching bag to me. I like punching his big tummy. "Hey loser!" And that's Jessie calling out to me. I walked through the hallway with Adrianna, who is blabbing about Justin Bieber. I don't really listen. I found Jessie just outside, sitting with Dawson and Dylan. Dammit! Dylan looked back to where Jessie called out and found me and Adrianna. Adrianna doesn't really give a shit about boys. All she thinks about is Justin and her future husband, which is also pictured to be Justin. Fat guy Jessie doesn't know about my crush on Dylan. I can't let him know. He's a big pain in the ass. He likes teasing me about my crushes and I end up being embarassed in front of them. "Should we go?" I questioned Adrianna,—and myself. I'm shy when it comes to hanging around with the guy I like. "Sure!" Adrianna walked to them quickly that I had to catch up. Fat Guy Jessie didn't miss his oppurtinity to annoy the hell out of me. He shoots me insults and teases like a machine gun. I do shoot him back, sometimes literally, but unfortunately not with a gun. He teased me about my eyebrows, my nose, my mouth, and basically my whole face. Fat Guy Jessie works his magic on my self-esteem and I can't fathom why I still hang out with this beer belly dude. Anyway, Dylan Holsters—in all his glory—sat with us with a charm. He always have charm and I do not know if it's in his nature to be charming or he just likes to embrace his "pretty boy" record. He laughs at Fat Guy Jessie and I's continues bantering and exchange of words. He likes the show and same goes to Adrianna and Dawson. Well, Dawson is a weird kid that likes to laugh at dark and stupid things so yeah, he's excused. Adrianna, on the other hand, just likes how I fire back words. We have the same humor. Thanks to Twitter and Tumblr. It was a fine bantering moments and few exchanges of strange questions and topics until it rolled down to the topic I truthfully try to avoid but at the same time meet. The topic? Crushes. Because hell, Dylan Holster was there nonchalantly sitting (but handsomely) and firing the questions to everyone. The good news? Fat Guy Jesse suddenly went off topic, kind of, and started discussing about Bangs and his crush for Holstery (Dylan). Dylan just laughed it off. I figured he's used to acknowledging that kind of things. But I did not plan on being one of them. Like really. I never did. The topic came to me. I was in the middle of trying to act normal and trying to be silly. They demand for the silly me. Specially Dylan since he doesn't hang out with me often. Hell, this is the first time I'm hanging out with this guy. Most people—and by most people I mean those people whose not friends with me— are the ones missing out the fun me. I don't care. Really. I don't like most of them anyway. Back to the topic, Dawson had the idea to tease me with the previous guys I had been linked to (or I had a crush on, but they're only few). Starting with Seraphine. Or Seraphina because he is a motherfucking annoying gay shit. I don't even know why I was linked to such guy. I was linked to some guys thya happens to be hot but never been to a Holstery hot. You get me? Meaning I never been linked to a guy that is super hot any girl would cry. That is a bummer. But what am I expecting anyway? I'm not that hot either. Dylan decided to ride along. Yey. Joy. Sarcasm. "Seraphine, huh?" he asked me with a playful mischief gleaming on his big hazel eyes. God, if you weren't hot I would've pounded you to the ground but oh, joy, you are the mighty Holstery. I'm a retard. "Wha—Shut up, no." I am still a retard who cannot properly function when I'm around Dylan Holster. I basically rolled my eyes at him (flirtily in a creepy way) and kind of hissed. If I can clone myself I would head butt myself for being such a retarted hormonal teenager who never functioned well. "Okay, lemme guess your crush, Sydney," Dawson quirked into the creepy conversation and I swear I've never been this messed up in my entire life. "You have a crush on...Kama Sutra!" Just in case you did not know (and you probably don't), Kama Sutra isn't what you think it is but Kama Sutra is a person. A "he" more specifically. And no, hell no, he is NOT my crush. Plus, I'm his love doctor. I looked at Dawson incredulously. "No." And like what I said, I have never been this messed up in my entire life because first of all, I feel giddy. So giddy that I want to fast forward the fucking time and shake Allie out of her life and tell her—no, yell at her that I just hanged out with Dylan Holster. My crush! I hanged out with him indirectly but still. And second, there's this feeling that I want to spit out all of my feelings at Dylan right this moment, tell him, "IT'S YOU, YOU DOUCHE AND ALL YOU DO IS FUCK AROUND WITH GIRLS. CAN'T YOU SEE ME?" and play You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. But no, that's purely and undeniably dangerous. And I don't like Taylor Swift anymore. And third, I want to punch everyone for reminding me of those horrible boys I've been linked to. Special mention to Seraphina. I hate you. Dawson kept guessing and I mentally punched and sliced him. Shut up. Then he was out of guess but I know better. He fucking did this on purpose. "Or maybe it's Dylan." Dylan chuckled. "I'm not her crush." Yes you are. "Yeah, no he's not." I shook my head for special effects. And laughed like it was a joke. Dawson cornered me. He fucking did. "Then tell us who," he demanded with that smirk on his freaking eyes. Did I mention that before the topic got to me, everyone gets to tell who is their crushes? I'm Miss Play Safe, you can call me that but I don't really care. And yes, Dylan admitted he likes Nichole. My heart shattered to millions of pieces and tears rolled down my cheeks gleaming the sadness I felt within. Kidding. I didn't shed tears over my stupid crush on this hot dude. No, I did not cry but instead, I teased him. Ouch. I teased him about his crush and how they would look cute together. Fortunately, he fired back with a tease saying I look good with Seraphina. Ew. "I'm not gonna tell you." "Oh, it really is Dylan huh?" Goddamn Dawson got me cornered like. "Ooh," Fat Guy Jessie joined it. Adrianna remained grinning. That bitch. She's totally safe because everyone knows she only likes Justin Biebuh and and only Biebuhh. "No!" Again, I would like to punch myself. Like if I ever read myself on a book I would burn that book and curse the ashes. "Really?" Dawson and Fat Guy Jessie cooed. If you don't stop your feet will be up your ass before you know it. "Really." "Prove it by telling us who's your crush." "I don't have one," I protested. Dawson gasped in mock surprise. "Is it me, Sydney?" "As if." "Oh, so it's Jessie?" Shivering in disgust. "No." "Then it's Dylan." Gah! I want to fucking pull my hair out in frustration. "What don't you stop already? It's gettinsuper annoying." "Just tell us who's your crush." "Why do you even want to know? Really." I want to pull my hair out of frustration. I don't want to confuse you or anything so I'll skip this part where Dawson and Fat Guy Jessie almost got their feet up their asses. Poor kids, did not know they were skating in a thin ices. Dawson kept making me budge out of my barrier. He likes the pain he causes me. I can read it in his evil dark eyes staring back at me with gleaming mischief. Gosh, I want to slap that away. But he wasn't my only problem. There's Fat Guy Jessie, too, joining the game called "let's get Sydney to shove our feet up to our asses." And hell, they're enjoying it. "Fuck. Have to go," and yey! Time for me to mentally celebrate the disappearance of Dawson. I've been mentally slicing you. But then again, Fat Guy Jessie came up to me and said. "Tell me who." Again, I was in the middle of struggling to spit it all out and hope he would reciprocate my feelings so that we could fall in love, have babies and grow old. I'm a teenager with raging hormones for a hot guy named Dylan Holstery with fascinating big dark eyes and sexy disshlebed hair. Trust me, to those who are reading, never get yourself caught in a sticky situation like mine. Think before you join a group of people. Specially when it includes two nosy assholes who like their feet up to their asses. Learn from me people. So yeah, hormones took over and before I know it I pronounced his name already. "Dylan. Dylan Crowe Holster," there goes his name rolling if my tongue like pixie dusts going to make me fly. Of course, I mentally asked myself. Is this good? Am I doing a right decision. But, people, learn from me again. Do not make a decision when your happy and mad. Specially when the two are mixed. Try it. The result? Dylan Holster finally learned who is my crush. Yes, he know I'm crushing on him. That quiet innocent girl that nobody gives a shit. I went home by the way, because I was scared shit of his reaction that I did not stay to see it. I messaged Fat Guy, and pulled the answers out of him. Turns out he was kind of surprised because he didn't say anything. I was pissing myself. But I thiught, what's wrong with having a crush on Dylan and telling him the truth. Turns out it was worst than I expected.
lilprincessboy said: DONT FORGET TO INVITE ME MARA
HOW COULD I FORGET YOU
too fucking cute LOL.