Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.

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8. Pissing off Popularity

    Harry ended up being an awesome person. He had braces and I told him all the weird stories of orthodontists. 
    "It's like they always have something that needs to be fixed!" I protested. 
    "Right?! They're always saying 'You're almost don't but...just one more thing'." Harry added. I laughed. Meanwhile, Nova and Damon were having an arm wrestle contest, winner 35 to 34. Nova was amazing at arm wrestling even though her arms were like twigs. 
    "Did they always do this in junior high?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. 
    "Every day, Dakota. Then they posed their case to me and I needed to decide who was the winner." he explained.
    "How did you decide?" I asked. 
    "Well, I suck at math, so probably whoever promised to do my math homework. They're basically math geniuses." he replied, nodding his head at Nova's math book, which read Pre-Calculus Honors.  
    "I never would have guessed that." I said. 
    "I know, Damon tries to keep it under wraps though. Nova just doesn't talk about it unless people ask her what math class she's in. Even then, she's really modest."
    "Huh. Well, unlike her, I'm in Level 2 Algebra 1 because I was sick on the test day to pass it." 
    "Don't worry about it. Just tell your parents the class is too easy for you."
    "Are you kidding? I'll be like the smartest kid in class! I am enjoying this while it lasts, because my parents will make me learn Geometry over the summer so that I can do Algebra 2 next year." 
    "Oh, that sucks." 
    "Hey, guys?" Nova interrupted. 
    "I'll do your homework for a week if you say I won the arm wrestle." she said to me putting out her hand to shake. 
    "Wait, I'll do you homework for a month!" Damon said! 
    "We have a precalculus test at the end of the month."  Nova explained.
    "She's in algebra 1." Damon remarked. "Level 2." 
    "Guys, I'll take Nova's proposal." I said. 
    "What? But I'd do it for a month!" Damon protested.     
    "I'm not letting someone do all my homework for an month-that's too much." I explained. 
    "Great, fine! You win, Nova, this time." Damon grumbled. 
    "How has your day been so far?" Harry asked me. 
    "I got a Saturday detention and my math teacher hates me." I replied, "I think me and the principal will be getting to know each other very well."
    "Well, that's not that bad..." he said, trailing off. 
    "How many people actually got a Saturday detention today?!" I complained loudly. "I'll be the only one there!" I put my head on the table. 
    "I bet one kid messed up too, don't worry." Damon added, a face full of pizza. I tried to contain my laughter. 
    "What?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pizza. Nova, Harry, and I bursted out laughing. Nova contained herself enough to pop another fry into her mouth, grinning. 
    "By the way Nova, why don't you have any food on your plate besides potatoes." I said, confused. 
    "I'm a vegetarian" she said bluntly. 
    "Oh, but there's veggie burgers in the cafeteria line." I said, still confused. 
    "She hates soy and veggie burgers." Damon said. "I told her going vegetarian was a bad idea." 
    "So what do you eat?" I asked. 
    "Tofu and potatoes my friends, tofu and potatoes." she said. 
    "Wait, I'm lost, when did Nova go vegetarian? She ate meat lovers pizza every weekend at my house last year!" Harry added in, as confused as me. 
    "Remember how we went to Warped Tour while you were vacationing in Wisconsin?" Damon began. 
    "Yeah..." he replied. 
    "Well, there was this tent handing out brochures telling people about how animals were treated before they were killed. It traumatized Nova. She was vegan for a month but last week she decided she needed her  cheese pizza and switched to veggie." 
    "Wow, what a difference a concert can make." I said, and Harry laughed lightly. 
    "So, what about you and PB and J? Isn't that a little kid sandwich?" Nova asked, eying my half eaten sandwich.
    "Hey, I like this stuff." I protested taking a bite out of it. 
    "Yeah, and I'm guessing you love Disney movies too." she continued. 
    "How'd you know?" I asked suspiciously. 
    "You're phone case says the Lion King on it." she said, pointing at my phone which lay right face down on the table. 
    "Okay, fine, you caught me." I said, throwing my hands up in surrender. 
    "You're a very quirky person, you know that, right?" Damon added, raising an eyebrow.
    "I've been told that a lot." I said, taking a sip of my soda. 
    "Um, excuse me!" an annoying teenage girls voice said behind me suddenly. I ignored it, thinking they weren't talking to me. I was about to talk again when there was a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me!" the voice said again. I took a deep breath and turned around. 
    Immediately when I turned a blob of pink was in front of me. I never thought so much pink could exist in one place. I looked up to see three girls. The one in the front, probably who had tapped my shoulder, had blonde hair that fell in curls down her back. She had on perfectly applied makeup and was smiling at me with bright red lips. She wore a hot pink dress that went just past her butt.
    The two girls on either side of her wore light pink dresses that were identical to the front girl and yes, also went just past their butts. The one on the left has brown hair that was curled and cascaded down her back. The one on the right had flaming red hair that was curled as well. All three were smirking at me with salads in their hands.  I noticed that the entire cafeteria had gone silent, waiting to see what would happen. 
    "Hello!" I said, trying to be friendly. 
    "Listen, kid, this is our table. Since it's your first day, I'll let you off easy. But you weirdos need to learn to know your place at this school." the girl replied, annoyed. 
I stood up. 
    "You can't tell people what to do at this school. Just because you're older than us doesn't give you the right to tell us where to sit."
    "Actually, I own this school. Have owned it since Sandy Berkowitz handed me the throne when she graduated my sophomore year. So get out." she explained, pointing her long manicured nail in my face. 
    "Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but you need to go find your own seat."
    "You are really pushing it freshman." she seethed. 
    "Dakota, we'll just find a new table it's fine." Damon said. 
    "See, listen to your little friends." she said, smiling sweetly. 
    "No, listen to me. I really don't need you telling me I can't sit at a certain lunch table. So why don't you take your stilettos straight back to-" suddenly I felt a food come onto the top of my head. I looked to see that the chick had dumped her salad onto my hair. 
    "Oops, my hand must have just...slipped!" she said, smiling. I grinned and glanced at the glass of diet coke in my hand. I dumped it right at her, splashing across her dress, into her hair and all over her face.  She looked at me, pure rage in her eyes. 
    "Oh, my hand slipped too!" I said, throwing the same smile. She shrieked, breaking the silence that had come over the cafeteria. 
    "You will regret this day, Dakota. I am going to make your life-" she didn't get to finish, because suddenly the lunch supervisor had come up.  
"What is going on here?" the tall muscular man asked sternly. 
    "Sir, I was asking this girl if I could sit with her friends and then I tripped and my salad fell on her. She got angry and dumped her soda all over me." she said, smiling at him.
    "Are you kidding me, she dumped her salad on my head because I was eating at her table, so I-" he looked at me, waiting for me to confess, "dumped...soda on...her head..." 
    "Both of you go to the office, now." he said. 
    "But it wasn't my fault!" we said at the same time. I glared at her. 
    "I don't want to hear it! Follow me to the office." the supervisor said.  Harry slipped me a handful of napkins for my hair and I whispered a thank you. 
    We marched to the principal's office as I wiped the salad out of my hair. The dressing was still in my hair along with random bits of salad. I threw out the wad of napkins and followed the supervisor straight into the office. 
    "Dakota, I thought I asked you not to get into trouble." the principal said, rubbing his temples. 
    "Not my fault this time." I said, putting my hands up defensively. 
    "Okay, Georgia, what it is this time?" he said turning to her. 
    "This freak show dumped soda all over me!" she said lifting her damp sticky hair to emphasize her point. 
    "Would you care enough to enlighten us on how Dakota got salad into her hair?" the principal asked, pointing to the white streaks on my face and hair. 
    "Oh, well, you see, I tripped and poor Dakota was in the way and it fell on her." she said. 
    "Well, that's your side of the story. Dakota?" he said. 
    "This bimbo came up to me and my friends and told us we had to move because it was her lunch table. She got mad I wouldn't move and dumped her salad on me, so I dumped my soda on her." I said. 
    "Liar!" Georgia said under her breath.
    "I'm the liar?!" I yelled. "You're the one who dumped salad on me! Ask anyone in the cafeteria." 
    "Alright ladies, neither of your stories say one of you didn't do something wrong." he said. "I'm afraid you'll both have to serve Saturday detention." 
    "I already have Saturday detention!" I complained. 
    "Well, you will unfortunately have to serve next week as well Dakota. Now, go to the girl's lockers and shower yourselves down. You can borrow gym clothes if necessary. 
    "No thanks." I said. 
    "And girls?" he said. We looked up. He handed us each a bottle containing a liquid. "Some shampoo to clean out that dreaded hair of yours." Georgia ran out. I looked at him funny.
    "You have little bottles of shampoo on hand?" I asked. 
    "Stuff like this has happened before, and it's been much worse." he said with a grin. I smiled and walked out. 
    "Dakota, don't get into trouble please!" he said. 
    "No promises!" I sang and walked out. 
    I walked out and on my way to the locker I passed Nova. I looked at her hair and remembered at one point in advisory she had told me her hair was dyed and she was obsessed with dying her hair, and that she had some on-hand in case I wanted to dye my hair. I instantly got an idea. 
    "Nova, do you have any of that hair dye?" I asked. 
    "Yeah, sure, why?" she asked, opening her backpack. 
    "No reason, what colors do you have?" I asked. 
    "Uhhh..." she looked into her bag, "Blue and pink, and brown." she said. 
    "Give me the blue one." I said. She handed me the box of dye, depicting a girl smiling with bright blue hair. 
    "Okay, I'm gonna be late for class, Dakota! Bye!" she said and raced around the corner. I walked to the gym building and into the locker room. I walked in to find Georgia out of sight. Her shampoo bottle was sitting outside the shower. I looked at the readymade bottle of dye and dumped out Georgia's shampoo. The bottles were fairly big and thankfully the dye was a milky blue color like the shampoo. I squeezed the dye into the empty bottle of shampoo and closed the cap. It looked just like the original bottle. I searched for Georgia and heard the bathroom faucets on. She had gone to the bathroom. 
    I undressed and made got into one of the showers. I didn't want my stuff to get messed with, so I quickly wet my hair, washed the shampoo through, repeating again to make sure it was cleaned out completely, and then shut the water off. I got out and dried myself off, then got into my clothes, which had fortunately escaped the salad. I shook the towel through my hair and grabbed my backpack. Just as I was done tying my shoes, I heard a shriek from the shower. I grinned. 
    The 'not getting into trouble' thing was not going to work at all.  

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Hello everyone!

So these troublesome actions performed may have been secret things I wish I could do to some girls at my high school...

Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this chapter, and it's longer than I thought it would be. 

Random question: Which side of the twix is better, the right or left?

idk I was eating a twix at lunch today

;)

-tumblrandfood

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