Based on the movie, Cyberbully.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I moaned and flung my hand over the annoying alarm clock, searching for the large plastic 'Snooze' button. Time for school. I got up, brushed out my black and teal strands of hair, pulled out a white corset with black splotches on it, a white mini skirt with a Chinese symbol painted on it meaning, 'peace', and black converse. After I got changed, I turned my attention to the desktop computer sitting in my room. I was observing a chat specifically for students that attend my school, on this hot new website, clicksters.com. Looks like they were gossiping about some girl that goes to our school. Sure it wasn't the nicest thing to do, but it was hilarious! I got a text from my best friend, Bridgette. I smiled at the text and ran off to school. Typical School. Gladly everyone has gotten used to me dressing differently then others. So everything was chill. I was texting Bridgette when I bumped into someone while I was turning a corner. I froze in my place while I watched our books tumble down in between us. "Sorry, so so sorry." I mumbled as I didn't even look up. I started collecting his things. "It's alright, I should've been watching where I was going." the deepish voice apologized. I could see that he didn't look up either. I can tell when someone is looking at me. I finally tilted my head up once I collected all of his things to actually look a him. He had black hair with a green mo-hawk, was wearing a skull tee, jeans, and converse, and had the deepest blue eyes that resembled oceans. He was staring at me. I was staring back. I suddenly broke the silence, "Um..." I trailed off. "Oh. Sorry bout that," he said as he passed me my things,"by the way, I'm Duncan." He held out a hand. "Gwen." I replied as I shook it. We heard the school bell go off. "So, I guess I'll see you around Gwen." he said as kids started to pile up in the hall way. "Yeah." I said as I nodded, my light bangs bobbing as I did so. "Um, maybe lunch would be good." he continued. "Cool." I replied trying to stay as calm as I could. With that, he walked away. You know, he was kind of cute. I headed off to my next class so I wouldn't be late. I never seen Duncan around. I'm guessing he's new. Anyway, either way he seemed like a tolerable person.
I sat with my friends, Bridgette and LeShawna at our usual lunch table. I felt a figure brush up behind me. I turned around to see Duncan standing there with a smile on his face. "Hey, what's up Gwen?" he asked me. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot about lunch. You can take a seat with us if you want." I invited the punk. He nodded, accepting the invitation. I looked at LeShawna and Bridgette who were now smirking and snickering. I gave them a dirty glare. That shut them up. I turned my attention to, I'm sort of guessing, new friend. "Duncan this is Bridgette and LeShawna." I said as I pointed to my friends. "Hey." he calmly greeted. "LeShawna, Bridgette, this is Duncan." I continued. They just smiled and waved. All of the friends that joined us at our table were usually either Bridgette's or LeShawna's friends. "So Duncan, your a new student?" I turned my attention over to him. "Yeah, I just transferred today." he explained. I pulled out my ipod. He glanced over my shoulder. "Nosy much?" I laughed. "Just wanted to see what you were listening to sunshine." he started. I blushed when he called me sunshine, the only other nicknames that guys ever called me were, 'gothie, hottie, angel, babe' or something along those lines. Yep, most dudes at my school are pervs. But, I never heard anyone call me sunshine. I sort of liked it. "So you like rock music, nice." he interrupted my thoughts. "Oh, um yeah. You like rock music too?" I stuttered. "Sweetheart, I'm all about it. Favorite color?" he asked.
"Midnight Blue. You?"
"Nice. Favorite movie genre?"
"Bloodbath2:Summer Camp Reign of Terror."
"Same here sweetheart."
Duncan and I kept on talking and it turns out we have a lot in common. He's really funny, cute, cool, sweet, I can go on all day. He's not like other guys, but that's what I like about him. The final bell rang and I gave Duncan a short hug before I left. LeShawna and Bridgette kept taunting me on the walk home on how I 'love' him. I just ignored them and walked to school. It was my birthday so my mom bought me a laptop. So, my friends and I went up to my room to use it. "Gwen, you have to make an account on that hot new website. Everybody in school is on it." Bridgette tried to convince me. I've been on the website before but never had an account. All I could do was observe chats. I created a username and password, but of course made Bridgette and LeShawna look away. First thing to do, edit my profile. They asked insane questions like, 'what color underwear are you wearing right now'. Wow. I made my account and saw that I had a friend request. I clicked on the persona button in the corner of the screen, symbolizing a friend request, and saw Trent Smith. TRENT SMITH! The dude that I've had a crush on ever since Elementary School. I felt like doing a loud squeal but that would be very ungoth like. "Oh my god. It's Trent!" LeShawna semi-screamed. I laughed like it was no big deal. "Yeah, and-" I trailed off. "Gwen, this is huge. Trent the most popular guy in the school. Accept it! Accept it!" Bridgette ordered me. "Ok, chill Bridge." I laughed. I accepted the friend request and LeShawna, Bridgette, and I just talked throughout the rest of the day.
----------The next day----------------------------
I scribbled down some notes in my notebook until my history teacher, Ms.Gash, announced my birthday. I looked around the room as everyone clapped. Some kid named Noah turned around and wished me a happy birthday. I mouthed the words 'thank you' as he turned back around. The bell rang and Trent walked up to me as soon as the room was cleared.
"So Gwen, I see you're on clicksters."
"Cool, maybe we can chat sometime."
"You mean through IM?"
"Yeah, they have this whole page just for our school's chat page. You should check it out sometime."
"Yeah, I will."
And with that, we both left. I can't believe he actually talked to me.
The school day finally ended and I was walking with Bridgette and Geoff until I heard a voice call me from behind. "Hey Gwen, need a ride?" the voice asked me. I turned around to see the same mo-hawk wearing punk that I bumped into this morning. Duncan. He smiled at me and I weakly smiled back. LeShawna and Bridgette gave each other a knowing look and then pushed me towards him. I got pushed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, helping me keep my balance. My hands on his chest, his hands near my ass. He smirked as I blushed a deep shape of pink. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I stuttered. "It's cool sunshine. It's kind of hot." he commented. I playfully punched his arm as he chuckled. "So you want a ride or not sunshine?" he continued. "Oh, um sure." I responded still a little embarrassed. "Cool. Let's go." Duncan instructed me over to his car. I stared at it. It was spray painted green, had no hood, and was very lengthy, but slim. "Cool ride. Was this just an attempt to impress me?" I joked. "If this was, would you say it was a mission accomplished?" he said as he jumped into the driver's seat. "Yeah." Duncan smiled at me, started up the car, and we drove off. I made small talk during the ride. "So, how do you like it at Mountain High?" I asked. "It's alright. The teacher's think I'm sort of an angel just because I haven't done anything disruptive in class....yet." he added with a smirk. "Bad boy instincts get you again?" Now it was my turn to smirk. "I guess you could say that." We got to my place when Duncan turned to face me. I got lost in those big teal ocean that was his eyes. He smiled at me. "See anything you like?" he laughed. I blushed noticing what I was doing. "Um, thanks for the ride Duncan." I thanked the green haired boy sitting across from me. I jumped out of the passenger seat, but before I could get open the door, Duncan called out.
"Maybe we could do this again!"
"I would like that."
And with a wink, he drove away. He is INCREDIBLE. I signed onto my clickters page when I saw a friend request from this guy named James. He said something really deep about my poem that I posted on my profile the other day. Amazed me, decided to friend him. James and I messaged each other once in a while and I sometimes told him really personal things, but I feel like I can trust him. I flashed a small smile at the thought.
After school, I ran into my room and was just about to log into clicksters when Bridgette and LeShawna burst into my room with worried faces. "Gwen, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" LeShawna asked. "What, are you talking about?" I slowly murmured. I was a little scared. "You mean, you didn't see what was on your clicksters page?" she continued. "No, I was just about to log in, what happened?" I asked, my palms sweating. "It's Heather." It was at that moment that I knew that something was up.
Sorry it's so short. I'm feeling lazy today. I just got back from visiting my uncle in the hospital and I'm not really in the mood to write. I promise, next time it'll be longer and better.