Project Angelo

So far, My life's been perfect. My perfect boyfriend, perfect grades. Which meant an automatic date to prom. 

My best friend, Anna, looks at me."Do you have a dress for prom yet?" "It's not for at least a month, I point out, going to my locker. Today, My boyfriend, Andrew, though, i call him Drew, said he was sick and wouldn't show up today. 

I texted him that i'd stop by after school, fuck sickness. I'm still seeing my boyfriend, so he's okay with it.

"True."

My locker buddy's unfortunately not Anna, but somebody named Angelo, I think. He's tall, and wears glasses. He's pretty, but nobody really notices. 

The warning bell rings, and we immediately rush to class. I'm not going to be late, especially when my record of attendance is perfect, almost. I've been sick only two times, and they were excused absences, so either way, I'm fine. 

I sit in the front, I'm not ashamed of being shown. I'm good in school, and I'm quite popular, so I think it's okay. Only the shyer people sit in the back, which is fair, It's their way of saying, "Don't call on me, please."

So I'll be the one to do so. 

My teacher's not the best, though, and I'm not a fan of her. She's just a total bitch. I'm not sorry for saying that, since it's the truth. At least Anna's here with me. 

"Ms. Morrison, Can you answer this question?"

It's an equation problem.

Yes, my first period's Math. I hate it, but i'm good at it, it's complicated. "Yes, ma'am, I replied, answering it perfectly. 

"good job."

Bitch, I think, and an hour later, the bell rings.

 - - 

At lunch, Anna, and my other friends Isabella and Hailey, sit at our usual table. We share one person we hate the most: Samantha Tomlinson. She's popular, blonde, and in all, a total bitch.

She tried stealing Isabella's boyfriend last year, thankfully, it didn't work. Though he got with her after they break up.

"So many guys want her, and for what? hailey snickers. "she's pretty, i say." that's why, and a lot of guys' types. It's natural. But her personality's rotten."

I see that Drew texted me. I'm excited, I missed him a lot.

Drew

I still feel like crap, but how's school going? I mean, any new drama lately? I'm bored, as you can tell, babe.

I chuckle at this, Any new drama? Kind of. 

Savannah

the whore machine's onto her sixth boyfriend of the semester, if that's any drama. she cheated on the fifth one. 

Drew

Yikes. That's something. A girl my mom warned me about, but she's also a boy mom.

Savannah 

Don't get me started on boy moms, Drew. Anyway, I love you. I'll see you after school, remember?

Drew

of course i do, i love you too:) 

How could I not love him? He was a gentleman, and the ideal boyfriend, the kind girls would kill to have as their own boyfriend. We've been together for two years now, since sophomore year.

i know, we're quite serious.

What could go wrong in my life?