Operation: Loser - C. Joyce & Jessica Pham -or- Jessica Pham & C. Joyce (thriller books to read .txt) 📗

I treated everyone who wasn't in my crowd, like they were shit on the bottom of my shoe.

So now that I was a loser, I couldn't sit with anybody. So.. That made me a loner.
Greeeeaat.

So, I sucked it up, and sat down at that one table that no one sat at. The right next to the trashcan.

"Look, Loser Jake has to sit by the TRASH. I guess that makes sense, seeing that you ARE trash." Brittney sneered.

"Oh look, the Fat ass Brittney is sitting right next to the lunch line. But I guess THAT makes sense. So she can smuggle all the food she can eat without being caught." A voice spoke up behind me.

I resisted the impulse to go, 'Ooh! BUUURN.'

I glanced back at whoever stood up for me, it was Chloe.

"Really, you again? What the hell is your name anyway?!" Brittney sneered.

"My name is Chloe." she said slowly.

"Oh." Brittney replied shortly, looking up and down at Chloe in disgust.

"I'm not a fat ass. Have you SEEN this body?" Brittney clarified.

"No, but I'm sure Nate has. And I bet he's disgusted. I bet you guys haven't had sex since that first night, am I right?" Chloe retorted.

Oh my god! The look on Brittney's face! It was priceless! She sneered so hard, her face resembled one of those derps!

I couldn't help it. I had to say it. If I didn't I'd mentally explode.

O.k., that was a little too dramatic, but I just HAD to say it. "Do you need some aloe Vera? Because you just got BURRNED."

Chloe laughed long and hard for a full minute. And during that minute, I realized that the whole cafeteria had gone deathly silent. Jeez! This isn't some CW33 show! Go run along and do your shit and let us do ours!

Chloe wiped a tear off her face, "OOOOOOHHHH. That was a good one." She lightly punched my shoulder. "So, am I right?"

"Underneath those designer clothes and the ten pounds of make-up, you're just a low-life, bitch who fucks up everyone's life. I bet even NATE. The guy you cheated on your boyfriend with, is disgusted with you." I think her name was Jasmine, said.

"Bitch, please. He loves me, right Natie?" Brittney turned to face Nate. Oh, I gotta see this.

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Err-"

He was cut off by Brittney, "RIGHT? Nate?" She asked through clenched teeth.

"Hey bitch! Why don't you go fuck off my girlfriend and make me a sandwich?" Nate commanded Chloe. Talk about bi-polar...

Brittney gave a satisfied smirk. That bitch..

I could tell Chloe was getting seriously pissed off, "And..why won't you just get off your lazy ass in the bed with Brittney! And fucking make your own sandwich you sexist prick!"

Before they walk off Jasmine looked over her shoulder's to Nate, "Oh...and P.s. lover boy. I don't like you anymore. So, go ahead and suck the slut's cunt off for all I care." Then she winked and stuck her tongue out at him.

I wonder what that's about?

*Edited by lose.it.to.you*

Chapter 7

~Chloe’s POV.~

-After School-

“UGH. Too much homework!” I yelled frustrated with my boat-load book bag on one of my arms. I saw Jasmine shaking her head at me.

“Please Chloe, it’s not that bad.” Not that BAD?!

“NOT- THAT- BAD?!” ‘Trying’ to pick up my bag to show it at her, but it was too heavy. Plus, I was just plain lazy to.

“Yeah…”

Rolling my eyes at her, of course she’ll say that. She’s the smart-ass one in this friendship! “Yeah, sure Jasmine-that’s because you’re a smart ass nerd. Plus I have math homework, I suck at math! You know that!”

“I’m not T-H-A-T smart..” Jasmine started, “I can help you on your homework if you want-” That’s when I jumped at her for a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! AH!- I love you!”

She gave me a ‘Why are you such a weirdo’ look, “ah…love you too?” Jasmine paused for a quick second, “I guess…? Want to come over my house then?”

“Sure, whatever it takes for you to do my math homework.”

“I said ‘help’ not to let you lazy-off and cheat on it.” UGH! She’s giving the stern eyes and the mother’s ‘I’m so disappointed at you’ look! I hate it when she does that! “Besides, that’s a little word called ‘cheating’.” Goody two shoes. Hard to believe Jasmine is the rebel and trouble-marker in our friendship, Huh-

“Fine-”

~*~

“Here we are!” Jasmine yelled as she opened the door, “Welcome ma’am, may I take your coat and bag?” She said in a fake but horrible British accent.

“Why? Of course you may!” I tried to do a fake a British accent. But…it failed. Big time.

“Wow. We both suck at British accents!” Jasmine laughed.

“And…that’s why you two should never go to England.” I heard a girl say, I knew who it was. Clayse, or should I say Jasmine’s little sister. She’s not that little, I mean, Clayse is just in 8th grade not like in preschool.

Jasmine greeted her little sis’ with a hug, “And how’s my favorite little sister doing?”

“Nothing much. Hey Chloe!”

I smiled, Clayse is a really nice girl, “Hey to you too, Clayse.” Times like these make me wish I had a little sister or sibling like Clayse.

~*~

“What do you mean you don’t know this equation?!” Really? How the hell, am I suppose to know how to find all rational zeros of P(x)=x3-7x+6?!

“I-I don’t know! It’s hard!”

“AH! FINE! How about this-” Jasmine’s eyes search all over the math textbook for a new and I wish, and easier question. Oh god. Oh my, god. Oh my, god. Please let the question be easy! “What’s 25^189?”

Oh good! That’s really easy! With a calculator that is…”No sweat Jazz, just lend me a calculator and-”

“No calculator.” She interrupted me. Darn…I’m dead.

Quick Chloe think a number in your head. “29?”

“No. Really, Chloe? 29?” HEY! Don’t judge me, I stink at math and you know that Jazz.

“30?”

“CHLOE. Come on, at least try.”

“189?”

“Not even close.”

“Can I take a break Mrs. Ling?”

“No…and I’m not that old!” I turned my head and saw a calculator. Yes! I quickly typed in 25^189 while Jasmine wasn't looking, but all I got was ‘Overflow

’.

“I know the answer Jazz! It’s Overflow~” I yelled.

She just gave me the stern eyes again, “I know you used a calculator, Chloe.” Damn-it I’m caught! “How about…9^8?”

I just shrugged, “I dunno.”

“43,046,721” She answered without a calculator and went back to the textbook. “Oh! An a easy one!” I rolled my eyes, yeah sure, easy. Jasmine saw me, “Relax, it’s 1^99.” What?!

Wait, I know this. 1* 99 or 1 times 99 is 99 right? “99?”

“No! Come on Chloe Willows! This is just for 7th or 8th grade!” Jasmine screamed.

“Don’t pu-sh me!” I yelled back at her, some of my words stuttering.

“You should know this!” She yelled back.

“Will you two stop yelling! I’m trying to do homework here!” Clayse shouted in a very mad sounding-voice. “Oh, and Chloe the answer is 1!” Thanks Clayse…for making me look so stupid.

“SEE!” Jasmine bark, “Even an 8th grader knows!”

“Hey! I heard that! And I’m taking it as an insult Jamie!” Clayse bawl. Oh, and Jamie is Jasmine’s nickname from her little sister.

“Wwe-ee-ell” Jazz stutter at her sister, “How do you know if it’s not a compliment?!”

“Cause! I’m not as stupid as how dumb Chloe is at math.” Jeez, Clayse, thanks.

I ignore it though, “I’m taking that as a compliment then!”

“No offense, Chloe!” Clayse said to me.

“No prob.” I said back to her, then turned back to Jasmine. “Can I take my break now Mrs. Ling?”

She gave me a ‘Be Quite’ look but quickly said, “Sure."

~*~

I walk upstairs to the kitchen to get food out of the refrigerator, and passing Clayse who was still studying. “Hey little C.” Little C is my nickname for Clayse by the way.

“Hey Chloe what’ca doing?” She asked but not taking her eyes off the science textbook.

Opening the fridge I answered her, “I’m getting food. You?”

“Studying.”

“Not done yet?” I questioned her with a confuse look stuck on my face.

“No…” Clayse pause a minute to think, “I was too busy day dreaming about someone.” After she said, “Day dreaming about someone,” my intention was taken by her.

“Who? Who? Who?” I yelled really fast that I sounded like an owl.

Little C gave me weird look, “Calm down. It’s just a guy. Remember Asher?” Asher who? I wanted to say. Wait. Asher, A-S-H-E-R. Huh- the popular football player in her grade, who plays for the Lions? A.K.A Asher her crush who is also a trouble marker?

“Asher, dark-brown hair, dark green eyes, trouble-marker?” I asked Little C.
Little C blushed a bit, “Yeah…but he has hazel eyes. Well…his eyes are more of a light blue color and-”

“Note to you Clayse, I don’t really care about his eyes. But him right, why?” Girls and their crushes. Nothing new here.

“Because…I do-don’t really kn-no-w, he’s nicer to me this year…and he stopped calling me names.” Wow. Once again…girl’s and their fairy tales. Which by the way don’t existed. Sorry to ruin your fantasies. Then Clayse started to talk about what happened. “It all started like this-”

Chapter 8

~Clayse’s POV.~

“It all started like this-” I began telling Chloe, “in 6th grade there was lonely girl who wanted to fit in someone’s little you know-group.-”

“Let me guess…” Chloe interrupted, “...that lonely girl was you. Right, little C?”

I nodded.

“So what happened next?”

“Well….I kin-kinda be-tray-ed some…of my fr-iends to be friends with a girl who’s a-little bit popular…and…”

“You what?!” Chloe yelled.

“I know, I know, I was young and dumb but that’s not the point!” I tried to calm her down. “Her name was ah-ahh let’s say Tina, yeah-Tina.”

“So…this Tina chick was she mean-I mean like B-mean?” Chloe asked with a confused face.

“Well…no…” I began, “She didn't really like one of my friends…and. that’s also not the point! Tina liked Asher and well-”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “And what?”

I said slowly, “And well…I hated Asher so much that I wanted to punch him in the face every single day.” That’s...when Chloe started to crack up.

Man!
Can’t this chick just stay quite and listen?

“Oh-