Alex Gaskarth Must Die
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Alex Gaskarth. Where do I begin? He’s around average in looks, definitely below average in brains, slightly above average in musical talent, and supposedly way, way up there in talent ‘down there.’ He skips school a lot, his parents are British - he still flaunts the ‘I’m a hot Brit’ thing occasionally - and he’s probably going to get an STD eventually from all the girls he sleeps with. But I guess some people see something in him, and that’s why he’s the most popular guy in school.
I know.
A brain-dead idiot with a reputation for being a man whore, king of the school?
Shocker.
The fact still remained though, and there was nothing I could do about it. Didn’t mean I didn’t want to stab him in the jugular with my freshly-sharpened pencil 90% of the time though, and especially now.
‘See you after school then,’ he says under his breath to Brittany Lucas, head cheerleader and resident vapid blond of Dulaney High. She giggles and twirls a strand of platinum blonde hair around in her fingers as she leans over his table, showing off a very well-endowed chest. Ugh. Do not want to see that on the last day of the first week of school; I just want to get home and shower and never go out again.
‘I can’t wait,’ she breathes, moving her lips to his neck.
‘Britt, we can’t,’ he groans, pushing her away.
‘I know, I know,’ she sighs. ‘People need to think you’re serious about the band and everything. It’s just… You’re just so…’ Idiotic? Asshole-ish? The very definition of a douchebag? ‘…Hot!’
He chuckles softly and runs his hands down her sides. ‘Babe, you are too, and it’s killing me that we can’t. But no PDA, remember?’ She sighs dramatically and pouts as she gets up, but winks and blows him a kiss as the teacher walks in and she walks off.
I roll my eyes as he leans back with his elbows on my desk and push them off, glaring daggers when he turns around and smirks. ‘Hey, Rebecca! Fancy seeing you here. Am I bothering you?’
‘No,’ I say, smiling sweetly back. ‘Not at all, but my pencil’s simply itching to get planted in someones eye right now.’
‘Ohh.’ He looks around the room conspiratorially and whispers back to me, ‘Lauren, I know, I can’t stand her. I feel your pain.’
I roll my eyes and sit up as the teacher starts talking. ‘Fuck off, Gaskarth,’ I mutter out of the corner of my mouth, and poke him in the shoulder. There’s a small grey spot where the lead touched it on his white Blink-182 shirt now, and I can’t help smirking.
‘Bitch,’ he shoots back, and I roll my eyes again. I’m probably going to wear out an eye muscle at the rate this is going.
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Robin B. to Rebecca H. at 8:13AM
fuck- mclaren's back from her vacation and she's giving us shit already
sub, come back here!
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:13AM
would gladly switch with you-
gaskarth is in front of me AGAIN.
Robin B. to Rebecca H. at 8:13AM
i think i’d even take gaskarth over mclaren right now
although isn’t brittany in that class?
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:14AM
yep.
trust my luck to get me into this hellish english class.
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:14AM
cnt txt anymore, teacher's watching like a hawk
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I know.
A brain-dead idiot with a reputation for being a man whore, king of the school?
Shocker.
The fact still remained though, and there was nothing I could do about it. Didn’t mean I didn’t want to stab him in the jugular with my freshly-sharpened pencil 90% of the time though, and especially now.
‘See you after school then,’ he says under his breath to Brittany Lucas, head cheerleader and resident vapid blond of Dulaney High. She giggles and twirls a strand of platinum blonde hair around in her fingers as she leans over his table, showing off a very well-endowed chest. Ugh. Do not want to see that on the last day of the first week of school; I just want to get home and shower and never go out again.
‘I can’t wait,’ she breathes, moving her lips to his neck.
‘Britt, we can’t,’ he groans, pushing her away.
‘I know, I know,’ she sighs. ‘People need to think you’re serious about the band and everything. It’s just… You’re just so…’ Idiotic? Asshole-ish? The very definition of a douchebag? ‘…Hot!’
He chuckles softly and runs his hands down her sides. ‘Babe, you are too, and it’s killing me that we can’t. But no PDA, remember?’ She sighs dramatically and pouts as she gets up, but winks and blows him a kiss as the teacher walks in and she walks off.
I roll my eyes as he leans back with his elbows on my desk and push them off, glaring daggers when he turns around and smirks. ‘Hey, Rebecca! Fancy seeing you here. Am I bothering you?’
‘No,’ I say, smiling sweetly back. ‘Not at all, but my pencil’s simply itching to get planted in someones eye right now.’
‘Ohh.’ He looks around the room conspiratorially and whispers back to me, ‘Lauren, I know, I can’t stand her. I feel your pain.’
I roll my eyes and sit up as the teacher starts talking. ‘Fuck off, Gaskarth,’ I mutter out of the corner of my mouth, and poke him in the shoulder. There’s a small grey spot where the lead touched it on his white Blink-182 shirt now, and I can’t help smirking.
‘Bitch,’ he shoots back, and I roll my eyes again. I’m probably going to wear out an eye muscle at the rate this is going.
- - -
Robin B. to Rebecca H. at 8:13AM
fuck- mclaren's back from her vacation and she's giving us shit already
sub, come back here!
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:13AM
would gladly switch with you-
gaskarth is in front of me AGAIN.
Robin B. to Rebecca H. at 8:13AM
i think i’d even take gaskarth over mclaren right now
although isn’t brittany in that class?
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:14AM
yep.
trust my luck to get me into this hellish english class.
Rebecca H. to Robin B. at 8:14AM
cnt txt anymore, teacher's watching like a hawk
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4/2/13