So I got bored of the last story. I'll prolly start writing in it again soon... but in the meantime I started a new one(: I think I'll call it: Life Goals: Never Fall in Love. Like? Anywho, this is the first chapter. Tell me what you think<3
Sincerely, Michelle(:
“Oh Ari, you’ll never understand how thankful I am!
OMG he’s just perfect! You’re like, the best!” A girl, Stacey McDonald,
gushed to me one afternoon at lunch. I smile and pretend like I care
so she can run off to be with her new boyfriend, Ashton Witherton.
I set them up, of course, and they won’t last, of course. It always
works that way, but they have such a great time together (or at least I
convince them that they do) that everyone thinks it must be true love
and they’ll last forever. Morons.
It’s
not that I necessarily like watching people’s hearts get broken, or
that I would ever actually admit to it, anyway. The thing is, I find a
sadistic pleasure in watching people cry over boys, only because it’s so
pathetic. I don’t have a boyfriend myself, not some loser high school
kid, anyway. Sure I go out all the time, but only with college guys.
All boys my age are just immature and annoying, but apparently the girls
at my school are stupid enough to think they must be perfect because
they brought her roses or took her to the movies. Like I said before,
they are all morons.
“Yo, Luke, you
free Saturday?” Some loser who thinks he has a chance asked me. I don’t
even know his name. Obviously he knows me though, (but who doesn’t?)
I sighed and leaned forward to face him. He’s actually pretty
attractive, albeit cocky. His short brown hair is spiked expertly, and
his brown eyes are huge and puppy dog-like. I’ve always been a sucker
for brown eyes, and his are especially attractive. I almost forget my
witty retort. Almost.
“No,” I drawled,
“I’m freaking expensive. And you can’t afford me, so get lost.” His
eyes look hurt, but I don’t know this loser and I wouldn’t go out with
him if I did. He’s not any different than any other idiot kid in this
school.
“You don’t know what you’re
missing out on, kid,” he winks and walks away like I didn’t totally just
reject him. Whatever.
Beside me I
hear a girly laugh, I would almost say it’s flirtatious if I didn’t know
any better. Alyssa Malcolm, one of my best friends, is a cheerleader
and her laugh is just naturally like that, I guess it’s in the job
description. Her flavor of the week is sitting beside her, holding her
hand and looking at her like she’s a goddess. Poor kid, he doesn’t even
realize she barely notices him and he’ll just be replaced in a week or
two. “You totally just rejected him! In front of his friends, too!”
She giggles and leans into Whats-His-Name who wraps his arms around her
possessively.
Of course I know I just
rejected him, hell-o, I was there. Sometimes she can be so ditzy, but
I’m used to it by now.
“Well yeah, but
could he honestly expect me to say yes? Think about it Al, how often do
I say yes to moronic high school boys? No offense, uh…”
“Gordon,”
“Right, Gordon. No offense.”
“None taken,” he hardly even notices I’m talking to him, he’s so engrossed in Alyssa. Point proven.
“But come on, he was so cute! And he like, totally digs you! Plus, he
has brown eyes,” she wiggles her eye brows at me, oblivious of Gordon’s
jealous stare.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t
an idiot. Besides, you know I have a boyfriend.” This gets
whats-his-name’s attention, he must be one of those kids that loves to
spread juicy gossip. Not that it’s really juicy gossip. I mean, yes, I
am one of the most popular girls here, even if I’m only a junior, but
it’s not like any of these people will know (or really care) who my new
boyfriend is.
“Oh yeah, I forgot! What’s his name again? Jimmy? Wait, no, James?” Like I said, Alyssa is a total ditz.
“His
name is Collin, remember? I introduced you.” I’m trying to be patient
with her but I’m kind of in a bad mood, stupid biology class.
Her
eyes light up. “Oh yeah, I remember him! OMG he’s like, totally
cute! You guys are soooo cute together! Ooh, wanna go on a double
date? We could like, go to, like, the movies or something and hold
hands! Do you wanna babe?” She turns to flavor of the week who nods
eagerly, practically drooling on her.
“I don't know Al,
I gotta study for this test in uh… math.” I try to think of an excuse
but she’s not buying it. Why can’t she choose a time like this to be
opaque?
“Oh please, like you ever study?” She scoffs, “You’ll probably ace the stupid test anyway you braniac. Come on, please?”
Just
then my other best friend, Amber Kale, walked up to the table I’m
laying on with her boyfriend, who she’s been going steady with for over a
year. Ariana, Alyssa, Amber, we’re known as triple A. “Hey, Amber!” I
say a little too perkily.
She smiles her sweet smile and sits down, Chris follows obediently.
“OMG,
Amber, you can like, totally join us! It can be a triple date!” Alyssa
is literally jumping up and down in her seat now. Shoot, I was hoping
Amber would distract her. “Okay, so I had this totally brilliant plan
to go on a double – now triple – date with Ari and her uber hot boy toy
and we can go to the movies and share popcorn and hold hands and make
out and piss off the people behind us! Wanna come? Please, please say
yes!” I really hope Amber says no, but she’s never been good at refusing
Alyssa for whatever reason.
She looks like she’s about
to say no, and I seriously hoped she would, but then her face falls in
surrender and she looks to Chris pleadingly. I’m not really interested
in watching them ogle, so I close my eyes and stretch out on the table a
little more. The sun is shining down blindingly and warming my skin
from my bare toes to my eyelids.
“Yeah, sure, let’s do
it!” Chris suddenly says, apparently not taking Amber’s hint. He can be
such an idiot sometimes. His booming voice startles a couple girls at
the next table over, but we’re all used to it by now. The kid’s the
captain of the basketball team and one of the biggest partiers I know,
strange that he and Amber have been together for so long, but I guess
the saying opposites attract isn’t for nothing.
“Yay!” Alyssa exclaims and shakes my shoulder. “Now you have
to come! It’ll be so fun! Oh, I know, let’s all dress up like fancy
people so the people at the movie theater get like, totally confused!
OMG that would be so funny! What do you think, Ari?” I catch Amber’s
eye across the table, practically begging me to go so she doesn’t have
to be alone with Alyssa. I sigh.
“Fine, but only
because I’m freaking awesome and I love you,” I smirk at her and close
my eyes again. The bell rings, disrupting my peace once again.
Everyone groans and I hop off the table and get my flip flops from where
I left them on the ground. A note had been left on one of them.
“Oo-ooh,
Ari’s got a secret admirer!” Alyssa giggles and picks it up before I
can. “’My dearest Ariana,” she reads out loud in an overly dramatic
voice, “Thy beauty surpasses that of every rose on this Earth. Thy hair
is like a fountain of fire, thy body sculpted by an angel,” very
original. “My heart soars to think of thee, and I may very well be the
happiest man on the planet if thou wouldst do me the honor of going out
with me? Love, your secret admirer.’ OMG Ari, this is like, totally
adorable! I wonder who this kid is? He must know you love Shakespeare
and like, Romeo and Juliet and stuff! OMG it’s just so romantic!” She
gushed, folding the note dreamily.
“Of course I’m not
trying out, I gave up on that a while ago. Besides, Romeo and Juliet?
In a high school? That’s almost as cheesey as that stupid note.” I grin
at her and take the note delicately, then I tear it to sheds and drop
the pieces on the ground. I’m not totally heartless though, so I hope
whatever sap wrote that didn’t see my rip it apart. “And fine, I’ll go
on this date. But I am so not dressing up, and don’t expect Collin to,
either.” I say when we get to our lockers, which are all right next to
each other.
Amber’s locker is plain, only crowded with
the essentials. Mine is much the same, but with a mirror and some back
up make-up just in case. Alyssa’s, however, is covered in pink fuzz and
pictures and posters of Zac Efron and Brad Pitt. She even has a pair
of shoes and a coat in there, “for emergencies,” she had explained.
Alyssa totally freaks when I tell her I’ll go on the stupid date. I just hope Collin will want to go, too.
“This
is going to be so fun! And you know I was totally joking about the
dressing up thing, I mean, that’s totally just silly!” I dab on a little
lip gloss, barely listening to her chatter.
In math I
slip out my phone while the teacher isn’t looking. Miss Carmandy is a
plump lady who wears entirely too much make-up and hates everyone under
the age of 22. It’s no wonder she isn’t married. Hey babe, you up to going on a date with A/C and Lyssa’s flavor of the week? I text Collin, scowling as my perfectly manicured fingers slide off the little buttons.
Do we have to? Comes the reply. Only if you want to, we can even hang out after, if you want. I know that’ll convince him, because I know he knows exactly what I mean. Fine. The answer is almost immediate, I smile in spite of myself. Boys are so easy to please.
“Miss
Luke, do you have something you’d like to share with the class?” Miss
Carmandy demands, hands on her huge hips and glaring at me through her
hideous glasses.
“No, ma’am,” I smile sweetly at her
and blink my eyes innocently. She grunts and continues with the lesson
I’m not paying attention to. I probably should though, because I think
there really is a test coming up. I sigh and put my phone away,
ignoring the annoyed look of the girl next to me.
The
day passes slowly, but finally I can jump into my sleek red convertible
with Alyssa and Amber and drive home. We blast Avril Lavigne and let
our hair down, letting the wind blow it all over the place. Alyssa’s
long blonde hair whips around her face and all over the seat, but she
doesn’t seem to mind, laughing in glee and singing along. Amber’s short
black hair is the least crazy, mostly just blowing back and exposing
her pixie face. My hair is somewhere in the middle, not crazy long like
Al’s but not so short as Amber’s and it’s deep amber, with a few gold
highlights. I like to tell myself that it’s pretty.
Once
at my house, we whip out the nail polish and Doritos. We put in The
Notebook and get busy doing our toe nails and trying not to cry. After
the movie and our toes have dried, we snoop in my father’s room until we
find a credit card. I know he won’t even notice, he’s hardly ever home
anyway.
We drive to the mall and run straight for
Macy’s. Al gets a strapless pink mini dress with silver pumps, Amber
gets ballet flats that perfectly match her adorable deep blue dress that
brings out her eyes, and I get a black leather skirt and a sparkly tank
top. I figure I’ll just wear it with my black heels. Then we head to
Bath and Body Works to get some new perfume. We’re not concerned about
how much money we spend, because if you can’t tell from my car, house,
clothes, and random credit cards I borrow from my dad, I’m pretty
stinking rich.
I pick Collin up because my car is so much cooler than his. We can’t all be millionaires, right?
Amber
and Chris are already there, standing in a corner whispering to each
other. We join them and talk for a while, Chris asks Collin about
college sports and they get into a heated debate about if basketball or
football is cooler, whatever.
“Obviously, volleyball is the best.” I say nonchalantly, interrupting Chris.
“Only
if girls are playing,” Collin winks at me and pulls me close to him,
kissing my lips tantalizingly. I pull away slightly and kiss his nose,
implying we can play later.
He feigns hurt then smiles
easily and puts an arm around me. Collin is cute, I guess. His eyes
are brown (obviously, I rarely even consider dating people if their eyes
aren’t brown) and his hair is sandy blonde, almost brown. It’s curly
and longish, long enough to cover eyes when he’s trying to be sexy,
which works. He has massive muscles, which I also love. It makes me
feel petite, which I think is cute.
Finally Alyssa and
Whats-His-Name show up, somehow managing to make out while walking in
the doors. The counter person shoots them a dirty look but doesn’t say
anything.
“Ahem.” Amber says pointedly and they break
up, red faced and only looking slightly embarrassed. “We have a movie
we’re about to miss, if you don’t mind.” She says in her curt voice and
pulls Chris to the counter for popcorn. We end up getting three small
popcorns to share and ‘hold hands secretly in!’ and cokes. We’re
watching The Amazing Spiderman. I heard the actor is hot. Let’s hope
that’s true if I’m going to have to listen to Lyssa and What’s-His-Name
sucking face the whole time.
The movie ends up being pretty good, and the actor is
hot. But as I predicted, the lovebirds barely come up for air during
the whole show. I’d be surprised if she remembered what movie we saw at
all. Between that and Collin trying to seduce every few minutes, I was
glad to leave. Not glad, ecstatic.
After the movie,
the sun is setting and I drive Collin (yes, I drive because I’m very
protective of my baby. My baby being the car) up to kissing rock to
watch the gorgeous purple clouds set over the horizon. I’d rather watch
it, but Collin thinks just because we’re at the kissing rock means we
need to make out every second.
Finally I just get
irritated and drive away, trying to ignore him while he kisses my palm
and up my arm to my neck. While I’m driving. Ugh, can you be more
stupid? We get to my house and he lifts me up out of the car and into
the house. He’s kissing me the whole time and pulling my legs tighter
around his waist, if that’s even possible. We make our way to the couch
and he pulls me on top of him. It’s terribly monotonous, we do this
way too often. And he’s not even a good kisser. He basically just
drools all over me and tries to get my shirt off. Like that's going to
happen.
“Tonight?” He asks hopefully, slipping his hands underneath my shirt.
“No.”
I say firmly and pull away, looking into his chocolate eyes. I think
that might be the only reason I’m even dating him, his eyes.
“But babe-“
“No.”
There’s a note of finality in my voice even he doesn’t question. Not
long after, he leaves and I fix myself a dinner of frozen pizza. Dad’s
filthy rich but apparently not rich enough for an actual cook, though we
do have a maid that comes in twice a week to clean the house. Not that
I mind much, I like frozen pizza just as much as any fancy aristocrat
meal or whatever.
I settle with my pizza on my massive
bed, pulling out my math textbook. So I didn’t pay as much attention as
I probably should have, but after I read the book I’ll know it just as
much as anyone who paid attention in that class does, if not more.
I’m
finished with my homework by midnight, and I go through my nightly
routine to get ready for bed. Clean face, brush teeth; the works. Just
as I’m finishing I hear the front door open and something crash
downstairs.
Great. Dad’s home.
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