I am Viggo Lemon, 15. I am not outrageously hideous, weird or even smelly. I have platinum blonde hair with brown highlights, green eyes, a decent body and am a girl. I do sports, I play guitar, I someday hope to a writer, I like shopping and have an obsession with Snapple, Red Bull and Vitamin Water. Now I ask you, is this the makings of a slut with a horrible case or leprosy, yeah well, that’s what I am now. A leper slut.
It all happened so quickly too.
Freshman Year: I had three close friends who were all amazing and decently popular, (Sandy Atkinson, Adelie Lambourg and Mickey Auditore). I got my first kiss with my Lab partner (Lennon Taylor). I had a cute sophomore boyfriend (Liam Ricci). I was a straight A student. To put it simply, I had my life together.
Sophomore Year: I have two friends (Lennon and my next door neighbor, May). I lost my boyfriend to the new queen bee (Adelie). And I lost my rep to some "scandalous" photos of me and Liam, at the time with Adelie, kissing by the pool (I was so not over him at the time). Then comes the leakage of my diary, and all the things I said about, well, everyone. And lastly my prescription for Ativan (I was extremely stressed out). Where has my life gone?
It’s been about a week since school started. I am now at lunch. Stupid old lunch. I sit with Lennon and May at a table near the door. Lennon’s probably here because he feels bad for me, May’s here because, well, actually I don’t know. I run through my hair, (which was now very short compared to last year‘s chest length hair), as Lennon comes over with his lunch.
He has unkempt bright red hair, that stands out against his freckled and pale face, a gangly and tall body, and the most amazing blue eyes. He was awkwardly cute, and nice. We’ve known each other since fourth grade, he used to read about animals with me. I kissed him at a party we both went to, it was seven minutes in heaven, well actually 1 minute, I got all asthmatic on him. We both intern for a local alternative magazine called “The Party Scene”, we mostly talk because his brother’s our ride.
May (Last name unknown) is , according to the majority of Leighton Preps male population, a hot brunette bombshell of a junior. She’s curvy and tall and absolutely gorgeous. Girls hate her, boys love her. We only recently started talking, and only because she got wasted at a party we went to and I walked her home. She goes through boys as if they were tissues..
After they both sit down, the main event arrives.
Adelie Lambourg, the French beauty. She whips her dirty blonde hair back and glances at the room with her deep brown eyes. Connected to her was Liam. His black hair was perfect, as always. He had a more t-shape to him, and I hate that. He shoots me a look from behind Lennon, almost as if he was saying hi. I diverted my eyes to Sandy and Mickey. Sandy was a surfer girl, tall, slightly tanned, beachy hair. Her real name is Samantha, but everyone knows her as Sandy. Mickey was a ice skater. She had porcelain skin and rich brown hair, she was the shortest out of all of us (I was the tallest at 5’8”) , and her real name is Michaela. Sandy and Mickey were my two best friends, Adelie sort of came later. We had done everything together, and now, they’ve left me for her.
“Don’t worry about them, they can’t do anything to you.” said Lennon, looking at me sympathetically, “I’ve got your back.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” I replied.
Next period I had history, there I met him.
I sat near the front of the class, away from Adelie and her zombies. A new kid strode into our class room. He was perfect. He had brown hair that was about an inch above his shoulders, he had emerald green eyes. He was as tall as Lennon, and pretty much the same body type. He was wearing purple skinny jeans, that made his skinniness almost hot, and a baggy tee-shirt.
“Class this is Kenneth Powers, he recently moved here from Maryland, lets all be nice to him.” said Mr. De Luca.
“Call me Kenny.” he stated in a quiet and hoarse voice. The teacher had him sit next to me. He said hi to me when he sat down.
“Hi, I’m Viggo, Viggo Lemon.”
He smirked, “Odd name huh, well nice to meet you, Lemon.”
I nodded and turned to the board. Within two minutes, he tossed me a note.
“212-9007, let’s be friends”
I wrote down:
“546-8945, you don’t know what you got yourself into.”
Maybe I’ll like this Kenny Powers.
