Operation: Loser by C. Joyce & Jessica Pham -or- Jessica Pham & C. Joyce (books for 8th graders .txt) 📕

CAN'T BELIEVE YOU PUSHED ME AWAY! IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL!! You lost too!!! What kind of motherfucker are you!?!?" She yelled.

"I can ask you the same thing!! What the hell were you doing on NATE'S LAP? He has a damn girlfriend, for fuck's sake. YOU have a boyfriend. ME. Why are you doing this? You only use me for my dick! You know, I've always wondered why the hell I even went out with you. You're just a fucked up slut! You don't care about anyone else but you!! YOU TAKE OTHERS DOWN JUST SO YOU CAN BE AT THE FUCKING TOP!! You can be hot, but that doesn't cover up your DISGUSTING personality. You know what? I've had it. I'm done with your attitude, I'm done with you flirting with everything that has a dick, I'm done with YOU."

"YOU CAN'T BREAK UP WITH ME!!" Brittney screeched.

"Bitch, I just did." I stated calmly.

"I'm the queen bee!! NOBODY breaks up with me!! I do!! You can't do this to me!!" She whined.

"I'm out." I’d had enough.

Then she said something that made me want to go all ape shit on everyone.

"I slept with your whole team." She said proudly.

The whole place was silent. Everyone stopped to listen to the fight that was brewing.

"You did WHAT?" I asked, my voice deathly calm.

"I cheated on you. With the whole team. AND while I was with you, I was also dating Nate." She said bluntly.

"Oh hell to the mother fucking no." I muttered, shocked. Shocked couldn't even DESCRIBE what I was feeling right now. My shock turned to rage. Pure. Rage.

I stomped up to Nate and got all up in his face. "Is this true?" I asked him. He nodded shamelessly and shrugged, "I never really liked you. I just befriended you that day when we were ‘freashies’ because I had no one else. But now that I have everything, I don't need you anymore."

Before anyone could register what was happening, Nate was on the ground and I was on top of him, punching him like my life depended on it. No one made a move to stop me. I beat him until my hands were full of his blood, and he was knocked unconscious. He didn't even put up a fight.

I turned to the rest of the team.

"Is it true?" They all nodded. I didn't feel like beating up every one of my so called 'friends.'

I clenched my teeth together,

"I quit." If I quit the football team, then I might not be in so much drama. Also, they'll suck without me. Serves them right.

There was a collective gasp throughout the crowd. I forgot they were even there.

"I'm out." I said, my voice clipped.

"Wait!" Brittney called. She still had the NERVE to talk to me!?

I flipped her the birdie, "Fuck you, Cunt. Go suck it." And I strode out of the field, everyone stepping out of the way for me to walk. I finally made it to my car, and I stepped on it. That's when the betrayal hit me, hard.


*Edited by lose.it.to.you*

Chapter 3

~Chloe's POV.~

Right now I was driving to school, thank lord I finally got a car.

I hate riding on the bus ever since Jake choose the slut cheerio over me. Those days were a total hell-hole. I'm not kidding. Brittney and her drones would always flick matches (whether or not they were lit) in my hair. Jake just sat there with full amusement in his face. God! How I hated how he cheered Brittney on torturing me.

I thought he'll always be there for me as a friend or as a protective brother type of way. What happened to the guy I used to know? The nice one and not the school's man whore who's always banging on sluts.

As I entered the school's parking lot, I spotted a empty lot. I drift the car to only find Brittney, the jocks, and a few of her drones taking the spot. Speaking of the devil, here she comes. She got out the Hummer H2 which belong to a jock, I think his name was Nate? He would always come over to Jake's house and I'm not a stalker, if that's what you're thinking. Whoa! Nate had a giant bruise on his face. I'm pretty sure it was still bleeding.

"Well, look here, it's Ms. Freak Show, what are you doing here? I'm really surprise you have a car. I never knew people actually let losers drive." She sneered on my face, the rest of her 'crew' just laughed at me. I could tell a crowd was showing up around us but I didn't care.

I don't know what got the best of me. Because the next thing I knew I was saying this to her face:
"Well if they let whores drive . Example A, You. Why not let losers drive? I mean, seriously, we're a lot safer on the road instead of you sluts stopping in the middle of a highway just to bang on some jock." I smirked at her.

Loud "BURN's", "Oh's", laughs, and claps filled in the air. One chuckle took my intention it was sweet, caring, yet funny and strong at the same time. It belong to...Jake, wait, why is he laughing? I was dissing his own girlfriend! Where was he anyways and why isn't he with Brittney?

Brittney's face wrinkled, she looked like an actual devil. "You better not said that bitch! Do you know who I am?! I'm fucking Brittney Taylor Kingsley! I'm the queen bee of the school, no one and I mean N-O O-N-E fucks my title in my school! Got that you fucking loser?!"

I just snorted at her. Wow. Talk about being so vain, "I know who the fuck you are. Only a dumb ass wouldn't know who. You're Brittney Kingsley, the head cheerleader, and you're the school's slut. Right? Everyone fucks you, since you can't keep your legs close. Yet, no one has the guts to stand up to you. You steal every girl's boyfriends and another fact you love to ruin relationships. You're the bitch that would always beat me up after school, steal my clothes after gym, and you also stole my ex-best friend. The real question is do you actually know who I am?"

She grin at me again, probably happy because of the attention she was getting. "I know who you are, you're the school's loser. Ain't I right, Freak Show?"

"No..." I stated, "I'm Chloe Vanessa Willow and I'm your worst nightmare. Now move it or or lose it!" I took the switching gear and move it up to drive. I gripped on the steering wheel tight as I could, my foot slammed on the pedal. This hoe better move quick or else she'll be a flat pancake. People wouldn't want to have sex with you if you're a pancake. Brittney quickly stumble out of my way falling on her fat butt.

"This isn't over!" She shouted her voice sounding raspy. It was really annoying to hear.

I rolled my eyes at her, "Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever hoe! Go suck some guy's dick off!"

~*~

I made in the school and heading down to my locker. Not only to find it.....clean? What happened to the graffiti on my locker? What happened to the swear words and death threats that were spray painted on it?

I did my combination and turned to sides to see people staring at me. They talked in whispers to their friends, so I couldn't hear. Jeez, can't people get a life?

"Nǐ hǎo my Péngyǒu!" A cheery Asian voice shouted to- me? I look to see a preppy Jasmine leaning next to my locker. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys Jasmine is 100% Chinese. Why is she so happy? It's a Monday morning A.K.A 'the beginning of hell school.'

I raised a questioning eyebrow, "Why are you so happy?"

Jazz placed a hand on her chin and said, "Well...I found out that you dis the slut. Great job, I'm so happy for you! My best friend finally learned new words!"

Wait, how did she know?

"The word is running around the school DUH! Not only that though." She paused to fix a annoying strand of her black hair, "Jake broke up with that slut, Brittney! Who's actually been cheating on him with the entire football team! How can she do that?! It's Jake Marshall, thee JAKE MARSHALL! Did you know that she was also dating Nate at the same time?! What a whore! Jake practically lost it and started to beat up Nate. Along with breaking up with Brittney in front of people in the game! " I could see tears as she was laughing hard, "OH MAN! It was fucking awesome! You should have been there!"

I was too shocked to talk, "No way..."

"Yes way, Chloe Vanessa Jay Willows." I heard behind me, I knew only two people who knew my full name besides my parents. One was Jasmine, the other one who I recognized the voice belonging to.........Jake Marshall.

*Edited by lose.it.to.you*

Chapter 4

~Jake's POV.~

After the game, I came home and took out all my anger on everything I did. Mom knew I was pissed, so she left me alone.

Fuck girls. Fuck girlfriends. Fuck boys, and fuck best friends. Who the fuck needs them?

I don't.

All they fucking do to you is betray you for something else. I should know, I did the same thing to Chloe.

Now she's a loser, and to top that off, she loathes me.

FUUUUCK.

Losers have it easy, they don't have drama that's televised in front of the whole school. And the school doesn't tease and make fun of them afterwards. If only I was still Chloe's friend, I could be labeled as a loser and forever be in peace. No drama, no nothing.. Maybe she could forgive me and be my friend again? HA! Like that will happen. But it's worth a shot..

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So I drove to school and