What Ladies Do
Prologue I:
What happens when you're innocent? What does that even mean? Youre ure or holy? A 'do-gooder'? What if you were alone? The rest of the people around you wre more eager than you? What if you were different?
In high school, things start to change. From here on out, your entire future is being determined. Some find themselves and other lose. The good kids focus on their future and how to make it bright ad perfect. Others often tend to tune that terrifying thought out and focus on teenage affairs.
I was a good kid; my grades were good I never got into trouble. Everything my parents told me to do, I did and I never gave anyone any problems. I was well liked by most of the school which was pretty impressive for being just a sophomore. I never drank. I never smoked. And I never slept with my boyfriend of almost a year and a half, Ben.
"Cinderella," Mia ran passed me at my locker, slightly pinching my side as she flew by. "Come on or we'll be late to study hall. Again!"
"Just give me two seconds." I quickley bent over to retrieve my history text book before slamming the metal door shut. "Okay, let's go."
On the way to the library, Mia and I ran into Lydia kissing Joey goodbye. I puckered my pink tinted lips to tease her as Mia wacked her bottom. "Guys, stop!" She shrieked. This was how things happened on a daily basis with us.
Everyday we'd wait by the corner of the library for Frankie, Brianne, and Rachel before strutting in, late, to our eighth period study hall. Just as the bell chimmed, the tree gorgeous girls who completed our sexy six-some turned the corner. "Run, we're already late, guys!" Lydia called down the echoeing halls.
"What else is new, Ly?" Frankie tossed her hands in the air, nearly smacking Brianne and Rachel in the face. "I think Mrs. Laykes knows our schedule by now; it's almost June!" I muffled my laughs into the sleeve of my black and white baseball tee shirt while the other girls howled uncontrollably.
I couldn't help but notice how terribley average I looked in comparison to my supermodel friends. Lydia intertwined her amr with mine and swiped her dark burls off of her shoulders that were fully exposed. Baby blue and faded lace wrapped tightly around her tiny bust and softly flowed down her matching figure. If I ever wore something like that, my a $ $ would be handed to me.
My mind recalled Brianne's questionable attire, too. I twisted my head back to admire her; I felt my braid wack Mia's cheek. Oops. Brianne's perfect body was covered by a short, black pencil skirt and a sheer pink blouse. She was noted around school for her near perfect body; I personally was jealous of her tamed curly, blonde hair.
Mia drew me from my thoughts as I felt her hand slip into the pocket of my jean shorts. Again, I whipped my braid around, showing no mercy towards Ly. My mouth took the shape of an 'O' as I narrowed my eyes at her, playfully. "Oh, Haliegh. You make me laugh." Well, at least I'm good for something.
My eyes picked apart her simple outfit. Just a normal pink tee shirt hung on her top while grey, tie dyed jeans hugged her legs. The black glasses that were tucked behind her protruding ears were easily exposed today since her hair was pulled back in a sock bun.
"Shh," Rachel hushed us as we snuck into the library, now, fashionably late. The door let in the back of the room where no one really ventured to go. Tall book cases towered above us from all but one side of our table. The click of Mrs. Laykes' heels echoed through the room as we hastily got situated. With not a second to spare, Mrs. Laykes appeared before us, ready to take attendence.
"Good afternoon, ladies." We greeted her in unison. "Good to see we're all here today. I want all of you in school everyday until the end of the year. It's only three more weeks, you know?" Her pen danced in her gradebook before turning her back to us.
Frankie shot up from her chair adjacent to mine and shoved her middle finger up high. We all knew Mrs. Laykes' attendence comment was aimed at Frankie, who was rarely ever in school for an entire week. "F r ! c k ! n ' b ! t c h doesn't understand I have things going on in my life." We stiffled our laughs, trying desperately not to be caught talking. Frankie's floral tank top filled with air as she took her seat once again; her belly button ring bounced, just like the rest of her noisey, dangling jewlery.
"So girls," Rachel started off the conversation as we all leaned back, resting our feet on the table before us. "What are the plans for tonight?" I really like her tan combat boots; I wondered if she'd ever let me borrow them? I stared at my ratty, red converse in shame while taking notice to everyone else's decent shoes.
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