A boy, a boy, another boy.
Boy's are made for a girl to hook up with, then dump when they get bored.
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Luvy jumped violently, giving a scream. "s**t!!!! You scared the Hell out of me!!!" She exclaimed, hand over her heart. After a moment of recuperation, she said "Hypocrite. Besides, I've got Mr. Pepperspray with me. I'm fine." Her voice was monotone, indifferent.
Lucianna wasn't a b***h. Therefor, she didn't taunt or torment the unpopulars. She just... tolerated them. Because she didn't want to be hated. So she had a lot of friends, and a lot of people who thought they were friends. Besides, being somewhat nice to them meant she didn't have to be grovel to get favors.
"Well, thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine. You should get home, that's where I'm going." She said, waving over her shoulder as she left the girl behind. She was still a ways from home, but she'd get there in time. Maybe she'd stop by her boyfriends house for a minute, too. Yeah, she'd probably do that. Act all torn up 'cause of the fight, get some comforting. He'd turn most of the guys against her ex-friend for hurting her. That'd be good.
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I've been through all the boys in the school.
What the Hell do I do now?