Miss Hot Topic and Mr.Abercrombie Together?! Chapter 2

NEW STORY BY THE AUTHOR OF "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?"
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Mr.Barbie vs. Midget Emo :] who will win ?

[ I would like to dedicate this chapter to ALL of the people who commented and especially Zavianne, that was so sweet. Thank you VERY much ]

-SELENA'S POV-

"Welcome back to school everyone!" The cheerful gym teacher smiled gleefully while everyone groaned.

"Today we will be playing...DODGE BALL!"

"WHAT?! FUCK NO! That's like the stupidest game in the world. You hit people with balls for god sake!!" I yelled while everyone laughed. I just shrugged.

"Who made this restarted game anyway?!" It was so stupid.

"Miss Murphy, you will stay after school for a detention! And because of you, everyone will run an extra 10 minutes!" The bulldog-like teacher blowed his whistle. I ignored that. I had better things to do then stay after school for a detention...

Everyone gave me death glares. I stuck my tongue out at them. I WAS SUFFERING TOO, JEEZ!

After running around the football field I was dying. The fucking Barbie couple took turns tripping me like every 5 seconds! Plus, they never got caught! WHERE'S THE TEACHERS WHEN YOU NEED THEM?!

Running was better than playing dodgeball, though. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, threw their balls at me! I guess they were pissed at me for making them run extra ten minutes...but STILL! It hurt like hell. When finally gym was over I ran to the girl's locker room. I grabbed my stuff and I power walked quickly to the showers.

I left my stuff outside my shower stall. I stepped in and the warm water soothed me a little, but I was still pissed at the Barbies.

When I was done, I wrapped myself with a big towel and walked out. As soon as I did that, everyone was laughing like hyenas.

"What the fuck is so funny?!" I checked to make sure the towel was in place. I just shrugged.

'I guess they went crazy. I wouldn't be surprised if they did. Blame the shitty perfume.' I thought to myself, laughing.

I looked up at the mirror and I started to brush my purple hair. Wait, WHAT?! PURPLE HAIR?!

I dropped my brush with a loud clang.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCHES DID THIS?!" I yelled. When I checked the shampoo, it wasn't mine.

"FUCK YOU, BARBIE! IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT?!" I screamed on top of my lung while pointing at Mrs.Barbie.

She just shrugged. "Oops, my bad!"

I shook in anger and then I tackled her to the ground and started clawing at her. WHAT?! You would do the same thing if someone died your hair PURPLE.

"YOU BITCH! YOU RUINED MY BEAUTIFUL BLACK HAIR!!" I scratched at her face. So what?! I’m a little violent.

"AH! GET THIS FREAK OFF ME!" She screamed like a little girl she was.

All the girls looked shocked, but they managed to get me off of her.

"You better watch out." I sneered at her as she cried. OH BOO FREAKIN' HOO. YOU'RE NOT EVEN BLEEDING, GOSH!

When I read the shampoo label it said the dye will wash out in exactly a week. I groaned loudly and cursed over and over again.

"Oh, it’s on Barbies!" I said to no one in particular.

I looked around the locker room for my clothes. They weren’t there…OH MY FUCKING GOD! Everyone snickered. What did I ever do to those people?!

I frantically looked EVERYWHERE for my clothes. I think this was the worst day of my life…no exaggeration.

I stomped my left foot like a little girl. "WHERE.ARE.MY.FUCKING.CLOTHES?!" They all cracked up and shook their little heads. Then they left me all alone in the locker room.

I waited for the bell to ring. Then I poked my head out the door. Coast clear. I grabbed onto my towel and ran as fast as I could.

I thought I made it…but no. I wasn’t surprised. My life sucked ass…

Mr. Barbie and his friend appeared out of nowhere and started to crack up. Then Mrs. Barbie snickered. They whistled and hollered.

"Shut the hell up." I started to walk away but then stopped. I turned around slowly and looked at "AUSTIN" straight in his eyes. "Oh and by the way, It takes a little more than purple dye to piss this girl off!" I smirked. He stopped laughing abruptly. He stared at me in a really weird way. He looked kind of sorry...Nah, that was probably my imagination.

Yeah, I was pissed as anything but I couldn't let HIM see that, so that's why I lied. I pushed my way through the little crowd and ran to the office.

What a sight I was…I was soaking wet. My hair was fucking PURPLE and I was wearing nothing but a towel. Wow. Thanks a lot Ken & Barbie.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" The nice office lady wasn’t looking so nice right now.

"W-well, s-someone t,t—took my clothes and they PURPOSELY d-died my hair fucking PURPLE!" I wanted to break down right there, but I managed to hold back. I AM NOT GOING DOWN! PUSH! I AM NOT LOSING TO SOME STUPID PREPPIES!

Everyone in that little room gawked at me. They probably didn’t believe one word I just said. But thankfully, they let me off the hook and gave me some disgusting clothes...THEY WERE FROM FUCKING ABERCROMBIE & FITCH.

I hate the Barbie couple with a passion. I had to live with PURPLE HAIR for the rest of this week because of them. Wow, so wonderful. PLUS, what am I going to tell my parents?!

When I walked out of the main office, I yelled as loud as I could, "MAY GOD DAMN YOU TO THE DEEPEST PIT OF HELL, BITCHY KEN!"

...and that was just first period...

-Austin (Mr.Barbie/Ken)'s POV-

Ugh, I hate feeling guilty. I didn't know why I felt so horrible. I mean, she had it coming...Right? RIGHT?! Ew, I cannot be falling for some midget emo...I gotta snap out of it...

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   By lisa hagerty
Published: 4/27/2009
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