Living with a First Class Arse, Chapter 2

Living with a First Class Arse.

Chapter 2.

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As much as I love Leah (Sophie and I weren’t exactly best friends for life), so far shopping for ' fancy scholarship girl’ stuff was considerable boring. Especially as all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sulk about how my life had fallen into a tsunami of depressing thoughts. Like all the other kids at that fancy school that I don’t even know the name off, and the breakup, and Sophie’s loveliness (yes, that was sarcasm) and how my roots were about three inches long on my long, ratty, poop coloured hair. Maybe that’s why Scott dumped me? Because his new girlfriend didn’t crack mirrors every time she looked in one. I could imagine what she’d look like, tall and long legged, with brown or blonde beautiful hair cascading down her back, she’d wear heels and not converse, her tops would flatter her and not make her look like a beached whale, and she’d wear tight shorts around her perfectly shaped bum. Just so... not me.

“Holy Shit!” Sophie exclaimed. I didn’t look up from the blazer I was admiring, Sophie had a nice tendency of cussing in every sentence.

“I agree Sophs, he is hot.” I snapped my head up. What? Just because I was newly and freshly dumped that didn’t mean I could express my appreciation on the bodies of gorgeous souls.

The guy stood by the post box outside, obviously waiting for someone. He was cute for a mainstreamer. He was the typical chino wanker, blackberry wanker, some stripping guy on my shirt wanker. Wait? Stripping Guy? That’s a bit odd, normally it’s some tanned girl with her boobs falling out.

Sophie and Leah were still talking about him in whispered voices,

“no! I saw him first?”

“Sophie, you have a boyfriend!”

“So, that doesn’t mean I can’t express my appreciation for him!” she shout whispered. How sad that we used the same expression.

“Guys!” I started, about to tell them to shut up, when another boy came over to him and kissed his cheek before taking his hand.

“Damn, he’s Gay.” Sophie glared at him, but I was more interested in the new boy. The familiar hair, the tall stance, those puckered lips. And I knew exactly what they felt like on my own cheek.

“Is that...?” Leah trailed off, looking unsurely at me. I nodded staring at the couple, who were now in a firm lip lock.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I TURNED SCOTT GAY! I, Marlene Cave, have turned my ex-boyfriend, Scott Mildenhall, gay. Holy Crap, this was not how I imagined my breakup to be. These were my thoughts when I got knocked off my feet.

“Sorry lil’ darling, hope I didn’t dent your do.” He said cockily, raising his eyebrows. He gave me his hand and helped pull me up; using my intense amount of skill I managed to hit my head on the clothing rail in front of me. Graceful should be my middle name.

“My my, not particularly easy on the feet today are we?” he smirked at me.

“I could say the same about your face,” I retorted. Wow, great comeback Lena. I’m sure he’s cowering in fear.

He  looked amused, and chuckled lightly.

“Oh, you do need some insult lessons. I have just the thing!” He put his hand down his jumper and moved his hands, as if he was trying to find something. I tutted and turned to walk away.

“Wait! I got it!” For some unknown reason I turned back round, wondering where the hell Leah and Sophie had gone before hearing hushed giggles from the pile of shirts thrown on the floor. The boy smiled triumphantly as he fished his hand out of his jumper. He had all of his fingers curled into a fist except the middle one.

“That’s for you.” He uncurled them the give a sarcastic wave before sauntering off out of the store. I sighed. Lena, 0, Annoying but cute guy, 1. Giving one quick glance at the vibrating pile of clothes and murmured a quick bye and left to go home.

I slammed my keys on the floor before throwing myself onto the sofa in the living room. I snatched the remote off my sister and changed it to the music channel. Indie101, completely unoriginal name and completely labelled, but it was good music. That was all I needed.

“Oi! I was watching Waterloo Road!” She glared at me, her little emerald eyes glinting dangerously.

“Great,” I said sarcastically. “Did anybody get dumped, have a bitchy friend called Sophie, Find out you turned your new ex gay, hit your head on a clothes rack and get a migraine, talk to some cocky grunge guy who probably has good music taste and for some strange reason quotes Hairspray the musical, AND accept a scholarship?” Libby looked taken aback, but warmth hit her eyes.

“I’ll go make you some tea Lena.” Did I mention how much I love my sister? Because it’s a lot.

She came back in and sat down next to me, handing me a warm mug. She held me while I cried, and I knew I just had to get it out of my system. Then we curled up and watched Harry Potter to ‘prepare me for boarding school life’. It was just like when we were younger, and used to get into Mum and Dads bed in the morning before school, where we would watch crappy cartoons like Scooby-Doo that were amazing.

I woke up the next morning with an awful pain in my back from sleeping on the sofa, and a few messages from my family and Leah on my phone. One from Dad saying he was looking forward to getting home tonight from Egypt, one from mum about going to see Auntie Jess and that my new uniform was on my bed, one from Libby about going to Kent with Gina and Aimee.  Then were was Leah, 23 missed calls, 18 messages along the lines off ‘Holy Fuck, if you don’t reply I’m gunna assume you got raped and are lying in a ditch. RING ME!’ and 2 messages on the home phone.  

I moped up to the bedroom I shared with Libby and looked at the uniform on my bed. Uniform! What in the world made people use uniform! It’s almost as bad as Justin Biebers new song. Let me tell you that as pretty as his face may be, boyfriend is painful on my ears. I took a picture of my uniform and scrolled through my ‘recent contacts’ to find Leah to sent her a photo. ‘FML. Not dead... yet.’

My thumb hovered over ‘Scott’ and I made the quick decision to delete it. So delete it I did, it was over. I was completly over him. Except for the fact that I found myself dialling his number to tell him, I needed to get out of that habbit. Telling him things was a usual part of my day.

I looked at the school logo, Watch Out Caddleworths School. Marlene Cave the sexy and great is on her way.