That One Girl

If I had to describe myself I guess I would use the word unique. I know, its a pretty weird word. Some people might use other words, awkward, sarcastic some might even say school whore but at the end of the day I'm just me, like any other human. But I guess I'm kind of different, because I'm not just anyone I'm a writer and I live in the wonderful story that is my life entitled "Lintley Guinivere - A Tragedy." There's always a girl that sits by herself at lunch, the one with the big hair, glasses, well I guess I'm that one girl. But that all changes when Louis Tomlinson decides to move into my life.

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1. Social Suicide

If I had to describe myself I guess I would use the word unique. I know, its a pretty weird word. Some people might use other words, awkward, sarcastic some might even say school nerd but at the end of the day I'm just me, like any other human. But I guess I'm kind of different, because I'm not just anyone I'm a writer and I live in the wonderful story that is my life entitled "Lintley Guinivere - A Tragedy." Yeah I know, I've got a weird name. My best guess is that my parents must have been either high or drunk when they came up with it because nobody, I mean absolutely nobody calls them selves Lintley.  There's always a girl that sits by herself at lunch, the one with the big hair, glasses, well I guess I'm that one girl. That one girl who sits writing rather than gossiping about how that girl gained 0.001 pounds or that complete rager on the weekend. Do people call parties ragers anymore?

I wouldn't know. I mean the girls that go to the ragers are the ones wearing boob tubes and shorts so tight that it almost gives them a second you know what. I'm the one in the baggy black t-shirt with the grey hoodie and black jeans that are as loose as Justin Biebers pants. Oh yeah, I know stuff. I don't know WHO Justin Bieber is or what he does but I remember someone mentioning somewhere that he has loose pants. Go figure. 

But I have you know that I do know who Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte and Louisa May Alcott are but you don't really care now. Do you. And you probably didn't know that the 57 on Heinz ketchup bottles represents that number of varities of pickles the company once had or that once you die your hair grows for another couple months. But, you probably don't care. I mean that fact might matter to some of the girls at this school who put so much crap in their hair that they're balding at 17. It just shows what people will sacrifice to look pretty for a couple hours. 

I peered up from my book momentarily only to see a large group of boys, known as the soccer team, run into the cafeteria. They looked as if they were carrying a black and white ball covered with mud. How gross. Didn't they know about bacteria growth rates? Oh wait... of course they don't. But either way, the food here is messed up as it is without dirt being a factor. 

"Hey Lint!" The nickname that my only friend, Brynner, had deemed me (more like cursed me) with for the remainder of my life, What type of nickname is Lint? Like bellybutton lint? Like ear lint? Does ear lint even exist? Either way it was gross.

"Bree," And there is the sum of my awkward. No 'Hey Bree!' 'Hello Bree!' not even a 'Salutations'. 

"Watcha reading?" she asked leaning over my shoulder, my eyebrows creased together as I shifted further away from her,

"I've decided to concave to societies idea of a good book," I said turning the page, "So I'm reading Twilight,"

"How is it?" she questioned shoving some sort of greasy food into her mouth. Of course she would remain skinny though because of her crazy metabolism rates. 

"Alright," I muttered turning the page, as you can see I am the best conversationalist. Ugh, why is she even friends with me? God knows. She's pretty enough to be in that popular group that is currently kicking her ball around why didn't she hang out with them? Oh yes, because she has a brain. 

Her pretty face had scored her about 3 boyfriends on the soccer team. Stan Lucas, Barry Thurgood and Harry Styles. Broke up with the first two, complete bumbums the lot of them, she's currently dating Harry Styles, good on her I say. 

As for me I've been living the single life, I much prefer the company of books rather than people. 

"Top of the morning to ya!" another tray plopped itself down next to me, splashing some of their white soup onto my book. Oh fish fingers, I would have to explain that to the librarian. Knowing her, she'll probably congratulate me if you catch my drift.

"She not talking today eh?" the voice spoke again. God, couldn't he just leave me alone to read? 

"Not today Liam." Oh yeah. Liam, my other friend. Forgot about him. 

"I'll mark that off on my Lintley calendar," he grumbled getting out a notebook and scribbling something on it. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. The Lintley Calendar. Liam was planning on being some sort of researcher that had to moderate things and he moderated me hence the Lintley calendar. Oh yes, add that to my awkward resume, I'm being moderated like an animal. Another reason why I didn't understand why I had friends. 

"Hello Babe," ugh. Here comes the face sucking. Harry Styles. A curly-haired mop of face sucking, he effectively changed the quirky Brynner into a facesucking idiot. 

"Hey love," she said turning around so much so that she wrapped her long legs round him pulling him closer to her, god woman... he's not a horse you can't ride a a boy. But I bet if you could ride a boy... she would.

"Actually Lint," she responded, "You can ride a boy ain't that right Harry?"

"Yeah," he mumbled back placing a kiss on her neck, "Bree right here is quite the cowgirl."

My eyes widened as they raised from my book, my face turned bright red as I looked up at their busy faces, if you catch my drift. Dear god, this is a cafeteria not some sort of club where undressing females hang out, yeah, I don't know the proper word for that either. 

And then a round of cheers erupted from what I like to call "The Centre Table." Not because its in the centre of the room or anything, I mean its actually in a corner of a room so it might make sense to call it the corner table but I call it the centre table because everyone on that table is pretty much the centre of attention. There sits the team captain of the soccer team, Louis Tomlinson, his current girlfriend Eleanor Calder, the two co-captains, Niall Horan and Harry Styles and basically any member of the cheer squad that can fit their malnourished bums around the table. 

I didn't know what they were cheering about, one of them probably threw a grape in their mouths or maybe, just maybe, they got one of the cheerleaders to eat a potato chip. Nah, thats un realistic. But whats even more unrealistic is Louis Tomlinson getting up and walking over to my table, that is almost as unlikely as me becoming pregnant. Hah! But on the other hand, he was walking towards our table and I couldn't help but stare. I'm not the average girl but I am a girl and when a guy walks up to you, a guy with particularly big biceps and a perfected hair flip you can't help but stare, I'm only fishing human! You can't get on me about this!

He must be coming over to talk to Liam, they're lab partners or something right? But when he sat down next to me and I saw the centre table snicker I couldn't help but scowl.

"So what was it ey?" I asked finally putting  down my book, "What was the dare?"

"Dare?" he asked, another round of cheers erupted, "What dare?"

"To come sit over here? Probably to try sexually assault me?" I offered raising my eyebrows like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was. Things like this happened.

"Hah! Oh you got me!" he said, another round of cheers. Gosh this wasn't a... ugh! What was that game again with the big guys and the ball... they ran round and jumped on each other... Oh it will come to me, 

"Yeah well I'm not going to lie, I would really prefer you not," I muttered picking up my book again.

"Prefer you not huh?" he chuckled, "This will be alot of hard work..." Hard work? Is he going to try to seduce me?

"Oi Lou, if you wanted help with your science homework just call or text me next time," Liam said across the table, damn. I have to remember that I have actual human company.

"Oh yeah, I didn't get the thingy about the aortic pumps and the ventricles and the pulmonary arteries and how that effects the... uh..."

"Football!" I exclaimed. They all turned to flip their heads at me giving me the strangest looks, even the damn centre table heard me. Golly gosh, could it not have come out at a better time? And couldn't I stop saying golly gosh? I'm 16 not 96. But I don't want to use the god's name in vain, will I be sent to hell? Will I be sent to hell for saying hell? But wait, I don't even believe in god. Oh fiddlesticks! Now will I be -

"Oh fuck." Rude. Wait, who said that? Louis. Golly gosh he's rude. "I'll have to re negotiate this..." 

"Oi!" oh, so it speaks. Harry momentarily stopped from sucking Brynner's face off to speak. "No renegotiations!"

"Ey," Louis said standing up, "You're sucking off the face of yours."

"So why aren't you sucking the face off of yours!" Harry exclaimed gesturing to me and I made a paper face. Do you know how people scrunch their faces up when something grosses them out?  Well I scrunch my faces up at random times, when something shocks me, makes me happy, random times.

"Ooh! Paper face!" Liam exclaimed getting out his notebook, "Lets see its 1:08pm..." 

"Oh fishsticks," I muttered slamming my head down on the table, "Louis, you should probably go now."

"Why?" he asked, 

"Because I'm that one girl you don't want to be seen round," I answered putting my book in my bag, "It's pretty much social suicide."

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A/N So thats the first chapter! What do you think about it! I think its pretty cool! I hope you guys love it so like favourite and all that jazz. What Louis and Harry were talking about will come out soon. :) xox

 

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