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“So yeah, that’s all I know about the new student.” Ella ended dismissively.
“Cool, a little weird to be transferring Senior year, but cool I guess.” Jecka replied.
“So are going to give me a cig or not?”
“Sure fine, whatever.” Jecka swiftly handed her a cig. “See ya.”
“Yeah, bye.”
Jecka walked away annoyed, murmuring, “Bitch” as she made her way to her next class. She had caught wind of a new student and had been somewhat intrigued. Not that she cares or anything, but sometimes it’s the little things that keep her sane in this bullshit school. Ella had told her of some emo chick with dark hair and tired blue eyes coming in with her mom to transfer her, having been working at the principal’s office as a way to get out of class. Said, she was bitchy, making snarky comments.
God, she hopes this girl is cool. As much as she cared about her friends, they had a totally different schedule and it’s going to drive her up a fucking wall if she has to sit at lunch alone like fucking Jeffery. Last thing she wanted in this fucking school was to be alone. Her mind briefly going to Jenny Filmore, she shivered. Jecka definitely did not want to be alone in this god-forbidden school.
“No-no-no-no-no, I can show you around. Like-Like a school tour? You wanna do that? Are you up for that?
Nicole was so fucking done with it all. Not five fucking seconds into entering the school, there was already some dumb comment about a prank and girls giggling to keep from being sexually harassed. Then, this fucking desperate douchebag who thinks he’s so ‘enlightened’ and cool that he wants to give her—HER—a fucking tour. Yeah, no fuck that.
“I’m gonna be honest, you seem like the most boring piece of shit I’ve ever met.”
“Huh.”
Oh, the sweet confusion, men always think that somehow because they’re putting in the effort that somehow, they’ll get their way. Entitled to her time, to her body. Oh, she fucking ripped into him [Nicole telling off Crispin scene]. At least it cheered Nicole up a little to help her get through the rest of the day.
Now she just needed to figure out what to do for the block. Definitely not going to class that’s for damn sure. That’s when she noticed a dumbass jock come up to her with a bottle of something in his hand. Nicole’s day just got better. She knew just what to do [The ultimate win-win].
Jecka wandered her way to lunch after a quick smoke break. Civics class was just as hella boring as it usually is. At least it’s not Gym or Photography. God, she has no clue why she decided to join photography. Mr. White is so creepy. Not as bad as the Counselor or Coach Colby at least.
That’s when she noticed her. Black hair, tired blue eyes, looking absolutely fucked up already. She might be fun after all. As Jecka got closer, she noticed something so familiar about the new girl’s face. Her heart clenched. Noah. No, it couldn’t be, he—she—fuck—Jecka doesn’t know. Tits, her nostalgia has nice perky tits, so girl definitely. Ugh, that was such a gay thought. God, she needed a smoke and she just had a fucking smoke five seconds ago.
The Noah-look-alike stumbled into her seat. Jecka did all she could from running up to make sure she was okay.
Instead, she calmly made her way to the girl’s table, hearing, “That was the ultimate win-win.” Or some shit.
“Hey uh,” fuck what does she even say? “Are you okay?” FUCK! The most boring sentence ever for a first impression. The new girl is totally gonna think she’s a loser. Wait, why the fuck does she even care about the new girl? It’s not like she’s Ryan Sheckler or something. She just looks very much like Noah and it’s driving her nuts.
“What? Oh no, I’m good as shit, dude. I don’t feel great, just nice.”
“That’s… good.” Fuck, she’s so fucking this up. “Can I sit here?”
“Oh, sit here all you want. I’m new here. I have no saaaay.” She drawled with a small smirk.
“Cool, thanks.” She sat. Holy fucking hell, it is Noah or at least girl Noah. Shit, she needs to say something. Something sly like “Are you fucked up?” FUCK! She didn’t mean to be that blunt!
“Are you?” The girl raised a brow.
“Emotionally, absolutely.” Okay, finally, Jecka said something cool even if it’s a bit edgy.
“Same.” The girl stared off into the distance. “I’m not rich enough to turn down free Percocet.”
“Yeah, Kylar really loves the new girls. Did you pocket any? Can I have one?”
“Oh no, it got shut down real quick. A teacher caught us and I just pinned it on the other guy.”
Jecka couldn’t help but giggle a little. Noah is just as awesome as she remembered her. “That’s fucking badass. My name’s Jecka by the way.”
“I’m Nicole, but don’t say that very loud. I don’t want these people to know me.”
Nicole. Her name is Nicole. It took all her strength not to say some cringy bullshit like, “It’s me, Jessica Larsson, do you not remember me from 5th grade? Here’s a picture of us together” and “Where the fuck were you all these years, Nicole?!” or something like that. Jecka wasn’t even sure if this was her former friend and she doesn’t even seem to remember.
“Don’t worry, I know. So uh what electives are you taking?” Please say photography, please say photography.
“Like uh is English an elective?”
Jecka snorted, “I wish.” God, she’s so fucked up. Jecka wanted to hug her so bad.
“Okay then, it was photography and—”
“Me too! We might be in the same class.” The peppy teen girl wanted to squeal in excitement.
“If you’d like to get that excited about it—yeah, we might be.”
Jecka giggled then giggled even more at Nicole’s confused expression, head tilting like a puppy. The conversation continued until the bell rang. She desperately needed to know if this was her old friend or not.
Nicole wondered if Jecka was a lesbian or just bisexual or something. Not that she cared, but that girl was far too giggly and excited to see her. Not that it mattered; she’s cool and kinda familiar, but Nicole couldn’t put a finger on why. Whatever, it beats being alone, that’s for sure. She idly popped her progesterone. Okay, now she’s ready for this fucking day.