Life As A Teenage Outcast

The old Amsterial High... The gateway to making dreams come true, the pinnacle of happiness, the greatest place in the tri-state area, the... Oh, who am I kidding? This place looks like some washed-up 21st-century building. Where’s the billion-dollar fortress? Or the levitation technology? Or even the... Ugh just forget it. This is going to be lousiest 4 years of my life. Just roll the damn opening credits.

Japanese Rock starts playing

1.5 Years Later

School bell rings

“Oh man, that exam was intense! I almost didn’t even finish!” I exhaustingly exclaim, stepping outside of the classroom. Feeling slight nausea from lack of nutrition, my head steadily drops onto the books I’m carrying. “Ooowwooof, I didn’t think taking this class would be this much of a hassle. I barely have time to relax. Not to mention I’m so behind on my duties as student body president.” I anxiously plea, pulling my books against my breasts and slightly swaying my upper body left to right.

“Hey now don’t sweat it! It’s almost halfway through the semester! You’ve made it this far. Can’t quit now!” My friend gaily comforts me, massaging my upper back. “And besides, I could always tutor you. If you want my help that is.” She humbly offers, resting her arm around my waist.

Not thinking much of it, I innocently smile and lay my head against her shoulder. Trying to relax my mind, I take in slow deep breaths and close my eyes. But my meditation is quickly cut short by a hand firmly gripping my asscheek from underneath my blue skirt.

Thinking it’s just my boyfriend sneaking up on me, I let out a subtle moan and calmly open my eyes. However looking behind me, he is nowhere to be found. In fact, the entire class had already dispersed. Then it suddenly clicked that her hand never left my body.

Not wanting to attract attention to myself, my eyes slowly drift down to her hand as I anxiously question. “Uuuuum... Shannon... Why are you... gulp... groping my ass?”

Instantly, her hand freezes in place and panically withdrawals its grip from my asscheek. “Huh?! Oh, uh, me?!” She frantically responds, lifting up her arm and scratching the nape of her neck. “I was... I was just, uuuuhhhmmm... Well... you see... I... I...”

Immediately, her inability to conjure up a complete thought causes goosebumps to crawl up my skin. I always knew that she is into women but she had never shown any interest in me. At least not in that way. Even in the girls’ locker room, her eyes were completely locked onto the other girls’ bodies and never once on mine. The more I think about it, nothing adds up.

From all our time spent together over the past 6 years, it never crossed my mind that she had some hidden crush on me. It’s impossible. If the rumors are true, she’s been having sex with women every other day, two months after we started our first year. Not to mention she knows I’m in a serious relationship with a boy. So why would she all of a sudden grope my asscheek? It just makes no sense.

Eager to obtain answers, my eyes shift their way towards Shannon’s face. Once locked on, I notice the skin covering her cheekbones turning bright red and drops of sweat slowly falling along her face. Suspicious of her intentions, my head lifts off my books as I look her straight in the eyes with one eyebrow raised. “Shannon, do you... like... me...?” I hesitantly question, feeling my heart anxiously skipping a beat.

All of a sudden, Shannon’s face is drowning in sweat and her head is coded like a ripe apple. “Wha?! Like you?! Pfftt!! Well, of course, I like you! You’re my best friend! Haha... haha... ha... oohh” She insistingly shouts, scratching her cheek while bending her left knee and laying it against her right leg.

Her insane increasing levels of nervousness leave me speechless as I gently run my hands through my black hair. However, even though it is suspicious that she’d all of a sudden start hitting on me, I can’t help but smile. I guess part of me finds it adorable that she might have a crush on me. It’s kinda swee-

“Oh shit! We need to hurry!” I shout spontaneously, snapping myself out of train of thought and grabbing hold of Shannon’s wrist. “Wait, wha-?” She puzzlingly questions. “If we get stuck behind everyone, we’ll never get to eat!” I abruptly reply as I pull her through the hallways without looking back.

“Whaaa, whaaa, whaaaaiiittt! Ava! Slow down!” Shannon pleas out, trying not to trip over herself. “Please, Ava! These shoes aren’t made for running! I’m gonna fall!” She continues to scream, desperately trying to capture my attention.

But falls short as my mind is determined to make it into the cafeteria before the massive crowd comes pouring in.

“Phew... We... made... it.” I pantingly whisper holding my books close against my breasts with my back slightly bent. “Y-o-u... could... have... at least... warned me... before... ooohh...” Shannon mumbles under her exhausted breath, falling onto her knees with her hands crossing underneath her breasts.

After taking a few short moments to catch my breath, I turn towards her and kneel down onto the floor. With a gracious smile sprouting on my face, I hold out my hand and giggle ever so slightly. “Come on, let’s grab some lunch before the rush gets here.” Shannon releases a short breath as she grabs hold of my hand. Revealing a half-cracked smile, she softly mutters as I lift her onto her feet, “Right, let’s do it.”

Without further a due, we both hurried on line with hungry appetites and grumbling stomachs. During the next few minutes, we continued to talk about the exam and how rough it’s been to keep up with the homework. However, Shannon hasn’t had any trouble understanding the class topics, which made the exam a breeze for her.

“Oooohh. No fair. I wish it is easy for me as it is for you.” Pouting in jealously, I elegantly stretch my arms out over my head and gaze upon the ceiling. Pulling my arms back even more, a glimpse of my hot pink lace bra is revealed. “I really need these credits in order to make it into Law School. They won’t just take anyone. I need to do really good here.”

“Law School huh? That’s so unlike you though.” Shannon cheerfully comments tilting her head and swaying her hair. “Gee, thanks.” I sarcastically respond, turning my head into my arm away from her. “It’s just that, I’ve never seen you do anything with such conviction or determination. Hmm. Must be a new trait I may have missed.” She relentlessly continues, placing a finger on her chin.

And just like that, my head sighingly falls onto my chest. “You really need to work on your motivation speeches, Shan.” I mutter underneath my breath while closing my eyes. “I think I feel worse now than I did-”

Cut off in mid-sentence, someone passive-aggressively shouts from behind. “Hey, you, emo girl with huge knockers and sexy ass! And you, less attractive big-boned redhead! Quit holding up the line! We’re all starving here!”

“Yeah!” The crowd piggybacks off the teen’s energy and stares us down with such angry faces. Feeling a fire igniting within, I throw my hands down to my sides with tightened fists and grind my teeth together. “Grrrr, who the hell gave you permission to compliment my body!” I grunt underneath my irritated breath.

Taking one step towards them, Shan immediately wraps her arms around my body and holds me back. “Sorry about that everyone! We won’t hold you up any longer!” She sincerely apologizes, pulling me away as I grunt in aggravation.

“Why did you do that?! I could’ve totally taken them!” I exclaim with great annoyance from being cheated out of an ass-whooping. “Cause it’s not worth the detention, Ave. You don’t want your parents to ground you again, do you?” She patronizingly responds, wrapping her arm around my neck and kissing my cheek.

“Besides, we gotta plan out our annual Halloween sleepover! You didn’t forget did you?” She squeals in excitement as she pulls my shoulder into her breasts and jumps around. In that moment, a spark emerges from within thus causing me to cheerfully shout, “Oh right! Yeeessss!! That is coming up! Wooohooohh!!”

Holding onto each other tightly, we both jump around in a small circle. Thus causing our luxurious hair to gravitate into the air along with my skirt, revealing I’m going commando. “Hahahaha OOPS!” I gigglingly shout, grabbing hold of my skirt and flattening it down. “Can’t reveal the goods to everyone, or my boyfriend might get mad.”

“Sweetie, everyone saw it. No point in trying to hide it.” The cafeteria clerk inputs in a snarky manner. “Now would you kindly keep moving forward and stop holding up the line.” He passive-aggressively inquires, gesturing his hand towards the register.

“Hmph! You’re just jealous ’cause you can’t have this sexy ass!” I scolding state, putting some strut into my step. Walking pass him, I gracefully sway my hips causing my blue skirt to slightly lift as I subtly flaunt my ass. “C’mon Shannon, let’s go. This creep isn’t worth our time.”

But of course, as I’m making my way to the register, Shan is apologizing to the creepy clerk for holding up the line. Grrr. Why does she have to be a saint to everyone? You’d think she’d have some pride by now but I suppose not. Oh, Shan, you’re too nice for your own good.

Approaching the cafeteria food strip, the receptionist asks in such a positive tone, it’s annoying. “Hello there. And welcome to Amsterial High’s Food Service. What can we get you today?” Not amused one bit by his level of enthusiasm, my eyebrows lower in response and the positive energy within escapes me.

Taking in a deep breath, I try to restrain myself from ripping his over the top happiness right out of him. Once fully calm, I open my mouth wide open in preparation to state my order. However, the second a pocket of air releases, the stupid receptionist proceeds to blab on.

“I’ll have you know that here at Amsterial High Food Court, we are dedicated to receiving 100 percent customer satisfaction. If you need assistance in picking your food of choice, might I suggest the onion loaf with a side of lobster bisque, or perhaps the Australian brunch that comes with 3 sides of your choosing or even...”

On and on the receptionist goes and the longer he talks, the more I feel like I’m losing every brain cell I have left. This has got to end at some point. Just how long can one person talk without taking a single breath. More importantly, why the hell is this happening to me??? I didn’t see him doing this to anyone else. Sigh, don’t tell me. This weirdo has the hots for me too. Oh geez.

Why is every weirdo in this school attracted to me? I know I’m sexy as hell but I’m not the only girl in this school! Maybe it’s because how I’m dressed? That doesn’t make sense. There’s definitely a significant number of girls in this school who dress sleazier than I do.

I mean come on, it’s really not that big of a deal. All I’m wearing is a blue skirt that goes 3/4 down to my knee, a black crop top with a hot pink lace bra underneath, some sneakers, and a choker. How is any of this an attention grabber? There are plenty of loose girls in this school wearing clothing that’s way more revealing. Ugh, I swear.

This is going to be a long-ass day. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t chop someone’s head off before it ends. I really need a good pussy pounding right about now. Ugh, where’s the boyfriend when you need him? Might just skip the next class just to see him. Hmmm...