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The Secret Monologue

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It was Monday morning, and I still couldn't stop thinking about what happened on Friday night. It was crazy, stupid, and just unforgettably mortifying. I kissed Jason Pierce, the player, and he kissed me back. He kissed me back. And it was good. I mentally added, smiling. But when I remembered the hard slap from Lindsey afterward, my smile turned right down to a frown. Rhyme not intended. It still stung where she hit me, and luckily, I didn't need stitches. I did have a band aid although it wasn't very attractive. I remembered when I fainted and woke up next to Jason, fully clothed, and right against him on Lindsey's couch. He held me close, and it was awkward but nice. I don't know. It was three A.M. at the time, and I obviously wasn't …show more content…

I thought to myself sarcastically. However, those were the most prominent thoughts in my head at the time, and they wouldn't go away. I tried to think about the upcoming math test, but no matter how much I tried to drill into my brain that it was more important, the organ wouldn't listen. Sometimes, the human body just completely ignores its owner. Stupid body. Staring out the window of the passenger seat in my mom's car, I watched the suburban blur of houses and cars, most likely filled with children and teenagers headed in the direction of the schools. Since the high school and elementary school were near each other, my younger sibling, Cole, sat behind me, complaining about all the students in his 'horrible' 4th grade class. He was a little drama queen, or king, in the male perspective. "Can't you shut up for five minutes?" I complained back at him as he continued rambling on and on about some sort of ball hog in his class. "Don't say 'shut up' to your brother, Sara." my mom scolded as we made a right turn into the school. "Whatever." I muttered. My mother is always taking my brother's side. I didn't say shut up to him, I asked him a questioned that contained the word 'shut …show more content…

Why?" I asked back trying to seem interested in the conversation. I definitely wasn't thinking about a certain minty-breathed boy who just happened to also have the nicest and softest chestnut hair that could make all sorts of girls jealous. Not to mention the soft lips that answered to my own as he hugged me tightly as if I was the only girl in the world. Sadly, this world was filled with so many girls; every single one better than me in some way. "Are you listening to me?" Dana scolded as her icy blue stare bored into my generic brown eyes. I shrugged, holding onto my backpack straps as we continued our way towards our first class which was English. Somehow, the two of us managed to get three classes together this year which was amazing considering it was going to be our last. Tired of my cold shoulder, Dana walked ahead, her short and small frame swallowed by the crowd. I could still see her blonde ponytail wagging back and forth, but soon after, I felt a hard and stinging pinch on my left arm. Instantly, I looked down at the red mark. It was close to bleeding, but I couldn't really do anything about it. It was probably an accident. "That is for what you did to Jason, slut." Someone whispered in my ear. Looking around, everyone seemed cheery. Students conversed with one another without second thoughts or even a glance at me. Confused, I rushed through the crowds in search of the familiar ponytail that was no where to be

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