Let The Barriers Go

As I slowly walked towards school, silent, with Ryan at my side, I was sort of glad that we had postponed our game until after school. Ryan decided that he would take me home also. Sure, why not I was thinking. If he wanted to take me home, who was I to stop him?

By the time we got to the open doors, we had copped a few stares, glares, disgusted and sympathetic looks from various different cliques on the front lawn. It wasn't as bad as I assumed it would be. Ryan walked me to my locker, as he refused to let me face the school alone.

"Which one's your locker?" He asked.
"The one right at the END of this hallway." I replied.
"Let's go then, I'll walk you."
"Excuse me? And who said you could do that?" I asked, acting like I cared.
"No one, but you let me drive you to school, so, I figured, why not go the whole way." He winked at me and continued, "Besides, you wouldn't want me to leave you alone in this hallway all by yourself, now would you?" He slowed down when he said 'all by yourself.'
I sighed, and nodded. A huge smile spread across his face.
And again we walked in silence to my locker.

When we got there, he looked a little bored, maybe because we had to walk a long way to my locker, or because we weren't talking. Silence didn't bother me.
I opened my locker, and heard him gasp as he gawked at what he saw.
My beautiful locker, hadn't changed a bit. "I'm back baby." I whispered to my locker.
Pretty stupid I know, talking to a locker. But this thing, was like, my whole school life. I live to see this. Lame. That's what your thinking, aren't you?

"This is your locker!?" He shouted.
"Yes, and would you mind keeping your voice down, I do not want anymore attention than needed." I replied, trying not to giggle at his reaction. He seemed to like my locker.
"You seem a tad excited love." I couldn't help but laugh, as I gently closed his mouth. It somehow opened into a big "O" shape. Cute kid.
"A TAD?!" He screamed again. I gave him a stern look and he composed himself.
"Well, yes I do suppose I am a tad excited, but just a tad." He said in a very grown up and serious voice. "It is a lot larger than mine, and has pics I can only dream about in it. So yes, again I would agree that I am a "tad" excited." He said, sarcastically.

Inside my locker were pictures of Shell and I, with so many celebrities. By celebrities I mean, singers and bands that I absolutely love. There were pics of Alex Gaskarth and I, I refused to let Shell in that picture. There was also a picture with Max Green and Ronnie Radke, then, Oli Sykes, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, We The Kings, William Beckett, Ryan Ross, then everyone else Panic! At The Disco. So, I love my concerts and celebrities, and punk rock! Sue me.

I never actually realised how many celebrities I had met, until I noticed, that all the pictures FILLED my locker, some were overlapped. I guess the blonde hair, works for a few things.

Ryan looked half off the ground as he stuck his head inside and examined my locker somehow managing to push me out of the way. His eyes lit up, it was like seeing a 5 year old on Christmas morning, opening there presents. Now you see why I love my locker? These photos are my motivation, to come to school every morning. I giggled as I continued to watch Ryan.
He was so cute.

And then, we were rudely interrupted.

"And what are you doing over here? At this end of the hall? I'm pretty sure your locker is at the other end of this hallway." I said, no emotion in my voice, staring at the figure in front of me. Ew. Nikki, remember her? I mentioned her earlier. When I was a little girl and I first moved here, the girls that were picking on me.

"I was sitting on the grass, eating my lunch, like a loner, and two other, rather hideous girls named, Sarah and Nikki, came up to me. They started teasing me, pushing me around."

Remember her now?
That cruel and hideous, plastic looking thing, infront of me, is the older version.
Just looking at her makes me want to throw up. She's a plastic barbie doll, I tell you. Long, curly, bleach-blonde hair, blue eyes, big fake boobs, dimples, and fake lips too. Everyone knows she had plastic surgery. Nikki always wore pink tank tops with, pink cardigans, and pink short skirts, that only barely covered her ass, ew. Then to top it all off, she would wear big, fat, enormous, hooker heels. She was hideously, disgusting in other words.

By the look on Ryan's face, he thought the same.
He scrunched his nose in disgust, with his head still in my locker. He pulled it out, and was suprised to greeted by a pair of enormous, fake silicon boobs. He fell back almost, shocked.

"Actually, I'm not here to see you." She replied, almost as disgusted as I was.
"I'm here to see him." She tried to say seductively. Fail, I thought to myself. She put one finger in her mouth, biting on it, and began twirling her hair around her other finger flirtatiously. Ugh!

"Where's your mini-me?" I asked, curious as to the where abouts of Sarah. Yep, they are still the "Ugly Twins." There stuck together like glue.
She sighed, staring at her nails, uninterested.
"Not that it's any of your business, Sarah has gone to Italy for a month, she was bored here, and so her daddy took her on holiday. Lucky whore. So she's gone for a 2 more weeks, and I'm stuck with, ugh, you." She said, looking horrified.
"Your not stuck with anyone" I replied darkly. "No one is making you stand here, and you are sure as fuck not hanging out with me, IF that's what you think."
"Ew, that would be like, my like, worst like, nightmare." She shuddered. Okay, now I was getting irritated. I tried to put on her accent, and succeeded quite well, I think.
"Well like, Nikki, like, why don't you like, go say like, some more like, in between, Shaun's knees like." I replied, not scared of her. She stared at me, trying to scare me. FAIL. Again I thought. Everyone knew she was a slut, no one would ever say it to her face though. No one but me, or Shell.
"Excuse me? Did you just like call me a slut?" She said, shocked and angry.
"Well, I don't know like, I mean like, we all know you like, what's between Shaun's legs like. And you like what's in between Aiden's, and Jack's, and Mariano's, and Luke's and, oh my gosh like. It's seems there are too many people too name."
She glared at me, her eyes piercing mine. I was not afraid of her.
"Well like, at least I don't go stabbing myself for attention." Then she tried to copy my voice and failed, epicly. "Look at me, Samantha Loser-Face, I'm as cut as a little emo and I have to go stabbing myself to get the new kid's attention." OH MY GOD. I can NOT believe she just said that.

I lunged toward her, and began pulling her hair!
No way was she getting away with this!

No, just kidding, I didn't do anything.
That's what I dreamt of doing.
I felt like slapping her, but I guess that's how she felt when I said she was a slut.
At least what I said was the truth!
Whore. Slut. Bitch. Grr.

"Besides," she continued, flipping her hair behind her, studying her nails, looking bored. "Like I said before, I didn't come to see you, as if. I came to see him." She looked at Ryan.

"Excuse me?" Ryan asked, confused and still shocked about her boobs in his face. Poor Ryan, that would be an image he can't get rid of. There's probably too much for his brain to erase. I laughed quietly to myself.

"Well, I really didn't get a chance to introduce myself. I haven't actually been able to talk to you at all. You've been so..busy." She said, glaring at me when she said the last part.
Ryan looked at me, confuzzled.
"Don't look at me." I replied back, trying to hide my anger and hide the fact that I cared.
STUPID WHORE! Who does she think she is?! Come to MY locker, and talk to MY Ryan. Did I just say my Ryan? I turned a light shade of pink as he stared at me pleadingly.
It was as if he was screaming, 'GET ME OUT OF HERE."

It was clear, he wasn't interested in her. I relaxed a little. I'm pretty sure that she noticed he wasn't interested in her, because she smirked at me, and slowly began walking towards him. It was suprising, how much he had fallen back from the sight of her, you-know-whats. She then put a hand on his shoulder, and then she put her other hand on his cheek, and stroked it.

She whispered in his ear, and he shuddered, looking at her like trash. His eyes turned dark. She sent me one last glare and was about to say something, most probably something nasty, when her phone rang.

"Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse of curves.."

Ryan knew this song, because he began singing. At first I was shocked, but then I laughed when I heard the lyrics he decided to sing,

"I want some one,
provacative and talkative,
But it's so hard when your ..
shallow as a shower."

He spoke the last four words, and glared at her.
I couldn't help but laugh. I burst into laughter, and he put an arm around me and steered me towards roll call. She stood there, jaw dropped, shocked!
I just giggled, and walked off with Ryan.
It was clear, again, that he did not want her.