{((Waiting For Never))}i{((Part 1))}

[Well, I started yet another story. This is all I've written of it so far. Please leave a comment about what you think.

And like my other story, all my stories will be rated TEEN.]

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Men… Blergh!

Just hearing that word makes me cringe. I mean, people always say men are superior to women. Sure they are, don’t make me waste all of my sarcasm. But do you know what are worse than men? Two words: Teenage. Boys.

I’m not a lesbian or anything; I just am disgusted by them. They’re the reason just about every single girl at Campton High School, my school, clogs their pores with make-up. Just so what’s-his-nuts will look at them. Besides now that just about every girl has become legal, or will be by the beginning of school, all the boys have become horny… and more than they usually are.

All you hear from boys, in my senior class at Campton, is “Isn’t so-and-so fucking hot now?” or “I’d like to fuck a piece of that!” It’s disgusting and incredibly degrading. Yeah, I know you doubt the fact that I’m not a lesbian. Well, I have had a boyfriend!

In second grade, his name was Mike. He broke up with me after I kicked his ass because he stepped on my flower and he said girls were weak, he started crying. The pussy! And he had the nerve to call girls weak!

Every guy on Earth is a jerk! That’s why I’m going into senior year without a boyfriend. And I’m proud!

Okay, maybe not EVERY boy is a jerk. There is one boy I know who is half-decent. Who is he? Shane Jennings, my best friend. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I hate Shane’s friends. It’s just that I always hear what Dan, Riley, and Brent say about their girlfriends. And let’s just say they aren’t exactly the most G-Rated thoughts.

I know, you’re probably wondering why all my friends are guys. Yes, I’m aware of all the complaints I made about teenage boys my age. Let’s just say, I don’t exactly get along with the girls at my school. Maybe I can only put up with the attitude of boys when they’re just friends and not boyfriends.

So I, Aaron Henna, will never date a teenage boy from Campton!

Okay, maybe I would. But there is only one boy I would date and he’s my best friend.

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“Mmm… no, don’t come near me you bunn-” Aaron mumbled, still deep in sleep.

“It’s practically ten o’ clock on a nice day. Don’t you want to go somewhere, and do somethi-”

“Shane! Holy crap, what are you doing here?! How’d you get in?” Aaron shrieked, interrupting Shane with all of her questions.

She had come face-to-face with the silver-eyed boy. He was straddling her, with the blanket between the two. So his short black hair, which was highlighted with navy blue, tickled her face. That was how close their faces were, mere inches apart. For a few seconds, silver met purple eyes. Yes, Aaron had violet eyes.

“Damnit, one of these days you’re going to kill me…” Aaron muttered loudly, while shoving Shane off of her.

Shane simply watched Aaron, without her noticing. Slowly, she climbed out of her white sheets that had a black dragon print on them. Gently, Aaron flicked her blonde, red, and black bangs out of her face. It was useless; eventually her bangs would make their way back to covering half of her face.

Aaron’s hair was champagne blonde, but she had red and black streaks at her tips. She stretched for a little, cracking her fingers and back.

“I’m sure you’d like that,” teased Aaron.

“What?” Shane asked as he began to get up from Aaron’s black carpet.

“Me changing right here in front of you,” Aaron filled him in.

‘Yeah, I would like that,’ Shane thought without thinking. ‘Wait, ew! This is Aaron, Aaron Henna. She’s been my friend since we were kids. For god’s fucking sake, she’s my best friend!’