My Date with the AssholeMy Date With The AssholeMy Date with the Asshole3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
First question I get – you new here? Not even a hello. It was blunt and the smirk that came from the guy was already pissing me off: the perfect start to my new high school hell. I shrug, not caring to respond and walk on. Thankfully he didn’t follow me, but that dumb smirk taunted me all week –popping up around the corner. Just when I think I finally escape it, I find it –sometimes with wiggly dark eyebrows. I wanted to rip them off his face, see if he’d grin after that. I tightened my fists so many times – restraining myself – my purple nail polish got a red-brown French tip. The freedom from this messed up high school was intoxicating. My newly moved in house suddenly had a heavenly feel instead of being a dusty warehouse.
When scrolling through Facebook, I was drawn to a notification – another friend request. I didn’t see much of it since I’ve been getting them all week from random people in my cla