Smile, Bitch. Stand Up and Smile.
Chapter no.12
Shay’s POV
Oh God. I think I like the blonde guy. Who might that be? He’s so cute! But he’s got all his eyes on Emily – who I don’t think she’ll be really into him until Alex gets bored of her, but however. I want to know who the blonde guy is. He looks beautiful. I know I already said that, but he does. I couldn't help but smile. He smiled back, but you could see he wasn't there. He was looking at Emily again. Why me?
"Sheila?" a familiar voice asked. It was Frank -fucking-Iero. He was totally into me. Why is everything so messed up, people? It fucking sucks. I just wished Emily was the only one into this.
"Yes, Frank." I answered, monotone as hell. I was sorry I was such a bitch with him, but he fucking deserved it. (Oops, too many ‘Fuck’ words used in this paragraphs).
“Are we still dating tonight?” He asked again, almost pouting. Why did he like me? Why didn’t ‘Blondie’ like me?
“Only if I can have some information…” I approached him, walking into a private corner.
“Shoot.” Desperate he was, I tell you. Desperate.
“Who’s the blonde guy?” He looked away, hurt. Stealing me, he thought? “Frank. Who’s the blonde guy?” I asked again. No response.
“No date you have then, hunk.” I continued and left him in the corner. He caught my wrist and whispered:
“It’s Bob. Just don’t go off him.” I shook my shoulders.
“It’s not your business, Frank. Really.” He just showed how angry he was by his eyes.
“You’re still having a date with me, remember?” He said triumphal like he won something really special – in this case, me.
“Not if I’m not coming.” I giggled and sat next to Bob – I left Em’s luggage there.
“Hello.” I said, and Bob smiled.
“Hello.”
Oh God. I think I like the blonde guy. Who might that be? He’s so cute! But he’s got all his eyes on Emily – who I don’t think she’ll be really into him until Alex gets bored of her, but however. I want to know who the blonde guy is. He looks beautiful. I know I already said that, but he does. I couldn't help but smile. He smiled back, but you could see he wasn't there. He was looking at Emily again. Why me?
"Sheila?" a familiar voice asked. It was Frank -fucking-Iero. He was totally into me. Why is everything so messed up, people? It fucking sucks. I just wished Emily was the only one into this.
"Yes, Frank." I answered, monotone as hell. I was sorry I was such a bitch with him, but he fucking deserved it. (Oops, too many ‘Fuck’ words used in this paragraphs).
“Are we still dating tonight?” He asked again, almost pouting. Why did he like me? Why didn’t ‘Blondie’ like me?
“Only if I can have some information…” I approached him, walking into a private corner.
“Shoot.” Desperate he was, I tell you. Desperate.
“Who’s the blonde guy?” He looked away, hurt. Stealing me, he thought? “Frank. Who’s the blonde guy?” I asked again. No response.
“No date you have then, hunk.” I continued and left him in the corner. He caught my wrist and whispered:
“It’s Bob. Just don’t go off him.” I shook my shoulders.
“It’s not your business, Frank. Really.” He just showed how angry he was by his eyes.
“You’re still having a date with me, remember?” He said triumphal like he won something really special – in this case, me.
“Not if I’m not coming.” I giggled and sat next to Bob – I left Em’s luggage there.
“Hello.” I said, and Bob smiled.
“Hello.”