My Hero?

[hayleyheartsyou]

My Hero?
Preview.
Warning: Contains language, sexual activity, drugs/alcohol, and violence. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE YOUNG. Thank you, now continue…

I hate her. Her meaning my best friend. She’s turning into a slut right before my eyes. I feel bad for her you know? I mean she lost her mom, and her dad isn’t always…there. Growing up is tough and living without my parents, I wouldn’t know how to describe it. I’m, I guess you can say rich, but it hasn’t affected me. I stand my own ground and not afraid to knock people to the floor. We both are growing up in Wyckoff, New Jersey, under “house rules.” Yeah, that means no alcohol, wait for sex, and all that shit. I mean they told us not to fuck our lives up; we were too good for that. Well, at least my mom and dad still say that. I think it’s hard for Emily to really grasp that when she sees her dad come home every single night in a drunken state with a new girl hanging off his arm. She hasn’t grown up in her mind, but yet she’s mature. Do you understand that? You never know what is going to come with her rage of fury. She has knocked people to the ground several times before. Most in defense because that boy wasn’t supposed to be touching her that way. Let me rephrase that, if a certain boy of that month wasn’t supposed to me touching her that way.

My name is Elizabeth Brewer, you can please call me Liz for short, I’m a short girl, 5’3” to be exact, I have a “smoking body” is what some peopleboys tend to call it, I have brunette color hair with some blonde highlights and it’s cut to my shoulder’s in choppy layers with bangs on my left around my eyes.. I’m a junior at Wyckoff High and go to parties quite often.

This is my story of my friend Emily and how she went from a total slut to someone who was actually loved.

Alright, so...Yes it's another story, the idea came to me and I couldn't let it get away...Lol. This is a picture of what Liz is supposed to look like...

[Anna]

i love it hayley!

[sera]

I love it so far Haley. o.o though, I wish for an update soon. Makes me wonder who these characters really are. Who Emily is. That is why I can't wait...but I have to x.x

[Sunshine93]

oh my gah please update!!!! love

[hayleyheartsyou]

Chapter One.

“You know Emily? One day, you’re going to have to face reality.” That’s the words both of us heard the next morning in homeroom. A girl who appeared to be around two years younger than us stood in front of Emily with her hand on her hip.
“Excuse me, but do I know you?” Emily looks shocked that this little girl thinks she can stand in front of her and talk shit.
“You frikken hooked up with my boyfriend this past weekend and then he dumped me to go out with you. When are you going to learn that not every guy realizes you’re just going to use them to get sex?” The girl looks frustrated.
“And when are you going to realize that high school is all about different relationships and hookups? It’s not my fault your boy wants me after I did such an amazing job on him.” Emily gives her a smirk and the girl is now speechless. She just walks off.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying… Mitchell, I think that’s his name…was an amazing person. I can’t believe it was his first time.” Emily is twirling her hair and not paying much attention to me so I know that she’s trying to scope out a new guy. “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous. Who the hell is that?” She’s pointing to the guy in the back corner surrounded by a group of people.
“That? He’s Joe Jonas, been in our grade, ever since I can remember. I don’t know if he would be interested though.” I try to let her know as gently as I can.
“I want him; I’m going to go talk to him to start the process.” She gets up out of her seat as our homeroom teacher comes into the room. “Miss Emily, please sit down.” She sighs and takes her seat.
And so the day begins….

Hey people, guess what?
Nat is helping on this story!. Oh yesh. It's going to be awesome. I'll post mine in purple and she can post what she writes in whatever color she wants. Hehe. This is going to be great.=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]

[blatentlyobvious]

awesomee Hayley
=D


By lunch, Emily still hasn't let the thought of having Joe go. She looks around the cafeteria, searching endlessly for the boy I know won't be here. I put a hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her attention away from the scout.
"Emily. Take it easy. I've never seen you this antsy." I say, careful not to make it apparent to the rest of the room. She still thinks she's upholding a reputation.
She seems to pull herself together a bit, trying to form a sentence. She turns to me.
"I've never wanted something this badly." She admits, in a voice so low I have to strain to hear.
"Someone..." I correct her, taking a bit of the ham sandwich in my hands. I sigh, wishing I had've packed a better lunch. Or at least brought some money. This tastes like shit.
"No." She states. "Something." Her smug grin flashes across her face, causing an involentary eye roll from me. She has no idea how much restraint I have. If I didn't her face would be beat red from the slapping that would ensue. "Where the fuck is he?" She growls.
I consider for a moment whether letting her know would be a good idea, or something that could screw up that boys life entirely.
"Uh, he doesn't eat here. He's normally outside in the courtyard." I nearly winced at the fact that I had just told her. She smiled.
"Well, looks like I have some place to be." She stands up from the table, getting ready to ditch me, one more time.
"Use protection." I heed, staring down in front of me. The sandwich hardly looks like a meal... more of a disgusting...hammy disaster...
Emily's laugh startles me out of my lunch contemplations. She thinks that was a joke.

Third period history rolls around, and Emily is sulking. She never does this. Even when she was still my Emily, she never sulked. Well, unless she was really down. Everyone else seems to notice too. She's just staring at the blank paper in front of her, spinning her pen between her thumb and index finger. I scribble a note on a piece of paper.

(blue is Emily, green - Liz)
'whats wrong?'
She sends the paper back.
'things are fucked up Liz.'
I look at her, expecting some kind of facial reinforcement of the words, but her expression is still blank. I look up at the teacher; she's completely focused on the text book in front of her.
'what's fucked up? why? cause of Jonas?'
'check your phone.'
I look down at my cell and a message comes through. there's a picture attached. A very...scandalous picture to say the least. I look at it, embarrassed that I know this girl. Emily has no top on, no bra, and she's up on a table, in what looks like a drunken stupor. I snap my phone shut and whip my head up to look at Emily. It wouldn't take a best friend to tell you that she was mortified.

[Sunshine93]

more please! i wanna see how this story plays out