Sweet and Sour

Chapter Two

“Yasmin get up, your gonna be late for school!”

I groan as I hear dad yelling from downstairs. Rolling over to check the time on my phone, my eyes widen as I look at the time.

“Shit!” I curse as I realise there’s only have a 15 minutes to get ready. I roll out of bed quickly and trip over the mess on the floor. I land on the hard floor with a thump.

“Motherfff” I groan in pain and get up, rushing to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I rush to my closet and quickly chuck my hideous uniform dress on before fixing the birds nest on top of my head. I put a bit of foundation and mascara on and check the time. I run out of the room and stomp down the stairs, saying a quick bye to mum and dad. 

Hopping into my black Skyline GTR I speed down the street. I only have a few minutes to make it to school before the bell.

I arrive at school and run to my locker, gathering all my things. The bell rings signalling its first period and I rush to History, I burst into the class panting, I can feel the judging stares and I shoot them a glare. I scan the room and grin as I find Leylah at the back, sending her a quick wave I find an empty seat at the back and plop down in the chair. 

“Thank you for finally joining us Yasmin” says Mr Green

“My pleasure” I reply in a sweet sarcastic tone

“Detention.” I roll my eyes and curse under my breath

Asshole

Mr Green continues his stupid lecture about what life was like during World Was II.

Ugh kill me now

*****

After two periods of torture the bells goes and its finally recess.  I walk to my locker and put all my books away and look around to see if I can find Leylah.

“BOO!”

I roll my eyes and turn to face a disappointed looking Leylah.

“You know you can’t scare me right?” I say chuckling with a smirk playing on my lips.

“Hey it’s worth a try. I’m not giving up until you get scared” 

I try not to laugh at the determined look on her face but fail miserably earning a glare from Leylah

“Whatever you say bitch, I'm starving lets go eat” 

Linking arms we walk through the cramped hallway pushing and shoving.

We make it to the cafeteria and find a table away from everyone, sitting down we attack our food like crazy cavemen.

“So hows training” asks Leylah with her mouth full of pasta. I cringe as I see the food in her mouth

“Eh the usual. Ive got a fight coming up in three weeks, wanna come?” Leylah knows that I beat people as a hobby and is completely fine with it, she doesn't judge me like the other judgemental fuckers here.

“Uh duh, of course I wanna come! Watching you beat the shit out of some bitch plus hotties fighting shirtless.” she winks and I roll my eyes, laughing at her weirdness

Shaking my head with a smile playing on my lips I wonder what I would do without her.

“What are you doing Friday night?” going through my mental calendar I try to remember if I have any plans on Friday night. 

hmm training Wednesday, dentist appointment Thursday…. nothing on friday

“Gym’s closed on Friday cause it’s Mike’s wife birthday, so nope Ive got no plans. Why?” I ask suspiciously. Leylah squirms in her seat and I give her a knowing look

“What have you done now?” I ask giving her a glare.

“I may have set you up on a date…?” my eyes widen and I stand up in shock.

“YOU WHAT?!” everyone in the cafeteria stops what they’re doing and stares at our table

“WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?” I say loudly shooting dirty looks at people, everyone turns away pretending they weren't looking and hide in fear.

Thats what I thought

“Sorry Leylah I have an um….. you know, birthday party to go to. Cousins birthday” I lie, trying to think of any excuse to get out of going on the stupid date.

“Which cousin?” 

“Zara’s 4th birthday” 

“Liar. Zara turned five three months ago.” I curse as I remember my aunty let me bring Leylah to Zara’s birthday because she knew i’d get bored with all the five year olds.

“Yas please go!” Leylah whines.

“Ley you know I absolutely dont do dates!” I say frustrated

Unlike most girls I don't need a boyfriend nor do I want one. I have no reason to have a boyfriend and I have absolutely no time for one, especially with my fight coming up

“You’ve never had a boyfriend!” 

“Maybe I've never had a boyfriend because I don't want one!”

Ugh she's giving me the look again!

I sigh and give in as I see the guilty and upset look on her face.

“Fine.” I groan

She snaps her head and her eyes are wide in shock

“Seriously!” she's says in disbelief, getting up from her chair and hugging me to death.

“Can-t  brea-the” I say gasping for air

“Yes yes thank you! You’re the best.” she says smirking.

What have I gotten myself into