ariana's pov

Today was officially the last day at Hunter High. There was only one person in Manhattan I was going to miss, and that was Sascha. She was the only one I could tolerate – yet somehow I ended up in the popular crowd.

                There were only two kind of breeds of popular in that guffaw-triggering excuse of a school: annoying and fakes.

                And believe me, I was neither.

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"Mom I need a ride, I'm going to be late."

                "We only live two blocks away. Walk."

                 "For real? I won't make it in enough time!"

                 "Then I guess you're going to have to run."

                Sorry, mother, but it looked like you mistook the lazy bundle of a daughter you have for rather an Olympic medalist.

                Get your mind set back to me, fυcking Ariana Grande, the couch potato who ironically was a size zero.

                I jugged down my orange juice, with no time to brush my teeth. I swung my backpack strip over and walked out the door.

                I was late everyday.

                Last year, I had seventy tardy slips.

                As I was walking into the lobby doors, the warning bell rang.

                "Shιt," I cursed under my breath.

                I shoved my backpack into my locker, only taking with me my pink pen and my planner.

                "Hey Ariana," Sascha said spinning me in the hallway, which helped me actually get to advisory quicker.

                Advisory was a good waste of twenty-two minutes.

                It's only good for the slackers who don't do their homework.

                As soon as the bell rang I rushed to ELA.

                It's not that I liked the teacher, cause he teached jack – which is why I loved it.

                All Sascha and me would do is talk about girly things and hot boys, just like any other basic teenage heterosexual female would so anyway. There weren't really boys in the school that interested me, but there were quite charming ones.

                I leaned in to capture Sascha's lips, she instantly kissing back.

                Sorry if that had suddenly taken a turn-over and now feels like some lesbian frat shιt.

                But the thing was, it was kind of our thing to kiss each other, since there weren't hot boys to do so with. And we found each other pretty attractive, so yeah.

                "Ariana I'm going to miss you." She pouted her bottom lip.

                "I wish I could take you with me, Sas. You're the only person in this school I'm going to miss. Everyone else can suck my αss."

                She laughed.

                "Did you bring it?"

                "You're going to have to be more specific Ari." She rolled her eyes.

                "Did you bring my Hershey's drops?"

                Shut the fυck up. Chocolate was life, and was what fueled mine.

                "Um . . . ," she hummed, her lips pursing slightly.

                "I'm waiting." I tapped my fingers on the desk..

                 "I'll run and get them at lunch."

                "I'll come with you." I smiled.

                "Why? She smirked.

                "So I can eat them right away. Duh. It's like you don't know me."

                She smacked her lips. "I sadly do."

                "Hey." I said pushing her shoulder. 

                "I'm kidding," she said pecking my lips.

                "Mr. Roberts,  Ariana and Sascha are kissing again," the annoying kid next to us said.

                "That's nice," he said nodding off in his sleep.

                He made a disgusted look back at us, making me want to slap that look off his face.

                We were the only girls in the class, so it was an invitation for the boys to crowd over us.

                "Do it again, except show Sascha's bra, Ariana, " Ryan said.

                "You're pathetic."

                He rolled his eyes in response.

                They all went back to their seats, knowing anything coming out of their mouths wasn't happening.

                We laughed.

                Before I knew it, it was lunch time, which meant getting my Hershey's drops. I ran to the door of Sascha's Physics class, eagerly waiting for her to step out of the door. When she came out we linked arms, walking to her white BMV.

                Our trip: to CVS.

                Such a grand life we're living.

When we were back inside her car, I opened the drops and popped the perfect cookies 'n cream goodness into my mouth.

                We arrived back to prison, an alternative for what I'd like to call school.

                Before we went to get school lunch, we collected our items for our next classes. I hated school lunch so much, I asked my mom repeatedly to let me bring soup.

                The answer is always no.

                So I decided to pop another drop in my mouth.

                Popping drops like a candy shop.

                I just made that up in my head. My life is a bore, alright?

                These drops are probably more money than the ingredients they put in the school lunch.

                I mean, they're only two-fifty, but still – c'mon!

                After lunch there was one period left, the subject I despised most – social studies. He teaches nothing, and excepts us to know shιr he didn't even teach. I have to read out of the textbook pages he didn't even assign just to get in the 80's.

                Thank goodness Sascha was in this class with me.

                I've once groped Sascha's αss and she moaned and he didn't even see it.

                Pornhub was just coming our way.

                 Expect to find us in the delusional, amateur, hormone-drive, not-very-official lesbian category – if that does ever become a category.

                The bell finally rang and I charged to my locker. When I got home my parents weren't home.

You know what that means?

                It's time to buy some alcohol.

                I sent an invite through email to the whole school. I mean, what's a party without a ton of people? I may hate a ton of people, but I admit my school threw great parties.

                To Sascha:

                Me: Can you help me with setting up for the party?

                From Sascha:

                Sascha: Sure. Be there in like 10 minutes.

                Sascha ended up bringing Cherry Vodka, essentially gathering a bag of red cups.

                Don't ask me how she got alchol underage, because I couldn't tell you.

                "I love you."

                "Who wouldn't," She grins. 

                "How did you get the drinks?" I put my hands on my hips.

                "Fake I.D," she said waving it in my face.

                "You're a badass, Sas." I laughed.

                She laughed with me.

                After ten minutes, my house started to pile up with people. There was this girl Cara that caught my eye. If you were friends with her and she actually liked you back, you would probably enjoy your four years of high school. Rumor has it if you get on her bad side,m= you might as well light yourself on fire. It'd be less painful.

                I tapped on her shoulder.

                "May I help you?" She raised her eyebrow.

                "How are you enjoying the party so far?" I smiled.

                "You must be Ariana," She flipped her hair off her shoulders intimidatingly.

                "Yes," I gulped.

                "Well, I just got here so I wouldn't really know," she giggled.

                Was that a real or fake laugh? Either way, I'm good.

                "Do you have anything in mind?" she began playing with the tips of her blonde hair.

                "How about spin the bottle?"

                "Sure," she smiled.

                I returned her smile.

                "Hey everyone let's play spin the bottle," she shouted.

                In an instant faster than a damn lightning strike, everyone circled around the floor, while a rugged-looking boy got a Vodka  bottle.

                I'm telling you Cara is like a tyrant.

                "Who's first?" I asked.

                "I'll go," Cara offered, confidently.                

                The bottle landed on me. I could feel everyone staring at me, even Sascha. Cara raised her eyebrow at me. I leaned in and she did the same. I pecked her lips quickly while I noticed her smirk. I admit Cara makes me want to hide in a corner.

                "Who's next?" I said trying to turn the heat away from me.

                "I'll go," a kid named Cody said.

                The worst thing happened. It landed on him. Which means he can pick anyone he wants to kiss. He could kiss everyone in the whole room if he wanted.

                "I pick Cara."

                "Not happening," she picks at her manicured nails.

                "I pick Ariana."

                "Not happening." The frustration was solidly evident in her voice, unconcealed like an exposed piece of gum.

                "I pick Sascha?" he said, uncertainly questioning himself.

                "That's fine," she said looking at Sascha.

                I didn't bother saying anything because I don't need shit that's not true being passed around like a game of hot potato.

                He tried french kissing her but she slapped him so hard, I'm positive it left a hand print.

                "I'll go," I said trying to make things positive again.

                It landed on Cara.

                Does this bottle hate me?

                I looked at Sascha glaring at Cara – rather while Cara looked amused to be honest. She leaned in this time. She kissed me gently, licking my bottom lip, the touch very slimy like a swippe of gloss. I hated her.

                Remember why your doing this Ariana.

                I let her excess her time in my mouth. I heard a few cameras click.

                Great, now a rumor will be started that we're an item.

                I pulled away to Cara licking her lips, clearly satisfied with herself, and probably having an addition of wet panties.

                She is way too much of a conceited bitch for my liking.

                I heard the door knob twist.

                Shit . . .

                "Everyone go out the back door my parents are home!" The panic in my voice in so loud, it could be compared to a sonic boom. My hands start to become sweaty, and places around my body are probed with a gift of multiple twitches of itching.

                When everyone started to flee, it was basically a school of fish trying to get out of a doorway, that could only fit one person at a time.

                As I was cleaning up, the door finally opened, leaving to the sight of my mom gasping at the sight in front of her. "Ariana how could you wreck a house that's not even ours?"

                "I wanted to have a good memory when I left mom."

                "Why – Just pick up your bags and wait in the car."

                I crossed my arms standing firmly in my place.

                "Now," she yelled.

                "Fine," I said, dragging my feet.

                When she was done cleaning up the house, she came to the car twenty minutes later.

                "Mom?"

                "What now Ariana?" she huffed.

                "I kissed a girl and I liked it."

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A/N: Was this a good first chapter or nah? And what would I do without my wonderful Ileya.

(message from ileya: giggity, swag, life. btw, i hope u liked this chapter as well and the funny jokes i wrote, some like the olympic part, and the pornhub joke, and the lightning strike, and most of the jokes with the mcdonalds and hershey kisses, and hot potato - okay, i joke a lot, alright. lol :) 

{message from angela: I wrote the on fire joke and probably other stuff you'll find funny. If you even find it funny lol:)}

Love~ Angel and Ileya <3