Toothpaste Kisses

Prologue

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 ~~ A/N So, the absolutely, gorgeously beautiful Sammie made the trailer at the side. She made me so, so happy today (I had a rough -- some douche of a man voiced his thoughts that he thought I was a man) and she trully made me smile and cry with happy tears and yeah; I officially love this girl to death now and will always be a fan. Thank you, my Lovely xoxox (22.08.2014) ~~

PROLOGUE  —  And so I drew a new face and I laughed

“Uch, you’re still here!” Angel said throwing open the door and clicking into our dorm room in her six inch heels that only seemed to leave her feet at night. She didn't just have that pair, if only, she had the same style in billions of different colours and varying styles but they were never smaller than six inches.

Angel – what an ironic name to have for the Devils spawn – walked up to my bed and placed her hands on her hips, her nails today were to match her stupid heels; cherry red. I rolled my eyes as I sat cross legged in my tartan pyjama trousers and vest top on my unmade bed whilst reading my message board on Wattpad. Ignoring Angel’s close presence a small smile made its ways to my lips as I read the love my friends were sending me back home in Wales.

“Oh shut up, would you?” I retorted absentmindedly, this girl was such a cow.

At the beginning, I was looked at by the other girls in wonder now that I was the shiny new toy. There were loads of new girls in this dorm, but the reason I was so different was because of my age. Not only was I attending this school two years early but I was from the UK and it seemed that all the girls wanted the British girl.

I mean, every girl but Angel. With her perfect looks, perfect figure and perfect bank account she hated it that I may have stolen her limelight for a fraction of a moment. She can honestly take it; it wasn’t that people cared anymore. My snappy comebacks seemed to have made those polished girls back away, manicured hands up so she honestly had nothing to worry about. I was here to study, nothing else.

She arched one of her highly defined brows at me dropping one of her hands in a way only a fashion model could pull off. I just smirked as I turned back to the glowing screen. “Who do you think you are?” she asked but I knew it was a rhetorical question.

“Well–” I said, but I was cut across.

“You walk in here with your-”

“Brains,” I offered with a Cheshire cat grin.

She ignored me and went on. “Stupid accent–”

“I think you’d find that I’m English.”

“And your stupid attitude. You walk in my dorm and you trash the place! And then you find the balls to be a bitch with me!”

“It’s called sarcasm,” I said like I was talking to someone who was slow. I was. She furrowed her sharp brows. “Yeah, you can get it as an app now,” I said nodding enthusiastically. “Download it, Bitch,” she let out a breath like a bullet from a gun, turned away from me and threw herself onto her bed like the drama queen she is. I smirked as she screamed into her pillow. I had been having these conversations with her since day one and they never seemed to get less amusing. She would bitch, I would bite back, she would then strop, throw herself at her bed.

And then scream;

“I absolutely hate you!” She yelled at me through the pillow.

“The feeling is mutual,” I sighed as I got up and stretched and straightened the covers before slipping in and turned my light off. The last few weeks had been feeling like Groundhog Day. Sleep, wake up early, go to school, come back here, study, have a bitch off with Angel and then sleep again.

“Put it back on,” she ordered as I turned to face the wall closing my eyes.

“Let me think about that... hmmm... NO!” I yelled at her and a minute later her lamp was on. I stared ahead now not being able to close my eyes with the pink glow of her night light. I grinned at Dru from The Midnight Beast’s face that was pasted on the wall before me. Even though he wasn’t the most beautiful I found him the most appealing, he just looks so huggable.

“You are the biggest pain in the ass,” she scolded. How I hated the American terms but you can’t really run away from it when you live in America.

“Well you’re the biggest pain in the donkey too,” I retorted and still grinning, I closed my eyes.