Girlfriend Finds Out Boyfriend Is Going To Be Killed By An Assassin And A Bitch By: Fall Out Boy

The One With The Pizza Delivery

Marina's POV

School was the usual. I spent the day with Calum, my boyfriend. Not only is he the star quarterback, but he is one of the hottest guys at our school. Sometimes I truly wonder what he wants with me. I'm just a bland teenager with a love for mystery novels and an obsession with old rock bands.

It's not Calum just wants me for sex. All we've done is kiss. I stay up imagining the scenario where he would like me for my personality, and I could barely grasp that. Maybe it's the money. Yeah, probably. You see, my father invented the toaster strudel, perhaps one of the stupidest inventions ever made. On the other hand, My mother had passed away when I was young. I faintly remember her. It's not like my dad constantly tells stories about his deceased wife, but she left a lot of money for us.

I still remember the day I met Calum. It was through my friend Loquacious. His name really isn't Loquacious, its Andrew. I decided that my flamboyant, talkative, and ghetto friend needed a better name than 'Andrew' to fit his personality. Okay, back to Calum.

I was a shy, awkward girl about 15. I never had a boyfriend. Ever. It's not like I'm horrible looking. I'm just invisible. Not worth anyone's interest. Loquatious decided I needed to, and I quote, "Get a man in yo life because it ain't gon happen naturally." He knew Calum through friends, and thought we would be perfect.

The moment I met Calum I knew he wouldn't like me. He was a popular douche. An attractive douche, sure, but still a complete jerk. Apparently, my spidey senses on boys were incorrect. Calum seemed to fall for me. Hard.

He had asked me to be his girlfriend the second we got to know each other. That was 10th grade, and now we were seniors. Calum, surprisingly, was still in a relationship with yours truly.

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I had work today which meant delivering pizzas. My father had decided I needed to become more independent and stop mooching off of his money. The result was working at Carlo's Pizza Shack delivering pizzas to rude suburbians.

"Marina? Marina! Two pepperoni pizzas for 666 Parkway Avenue." My boss, Rosie, yelled at me. Most times she was pretty cool and she even let me call her by her first name. Rosie was married to Carlo, the owner; she is a pretty Asian woman around 35 years old.

"Yes'm." I saluted and grabbed the cardboard boxes. I flagged down a taxi and hurriedly told the driver the address. We soon sped off.

I pulled into a medium-sized light blue house. All of the shutters were closed, and it looked like no one was home. I huffed and grabbed the boxes. I trudged up the brick steps and gave a light knock on the front door. Suddenly, I heard tires squealing as my ride left in a hurry. I guess I'm stranded here.

After a while, the door swung open with a creak. Two teenage girls stood in front of me.

The first one was recognizably older yet shorter. Her blue eyes pierced into mine, almost as if she could see my soul. Her wavy brown hair fell in past her shoulders and resided just above her butt. She crossed her arms, eyes judging me. Arrogance radiated out of her.

The second girl had long fiery red hair. Her chocolate brown eyes looked simply bored. Even though she didn't have a facial expression, dimples poked into her cheeks. She looked about four inches taller than the first girl, despite the age difference.

"Uhh...two pepperoni pizzas?" I asked slowly, attempting to break the silence.

"That's us. Can you give us our pizza or are we just going to stand here?" the first one said in annoyance.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, flushing crimson. Their faces softened slightly, noticing my awkward manner.

"It's okay. Here's 20 bucks." The redhead said, handing me a wad of ones, "Oh, and keep the change." she added, and I smiled gratefully.

"Hey, do you want to come in? That's a lot of pizza." the hostile one said, almost sounding kind, but ruined the moment by adding, "Do you think we're fat or something?"

"No, No, of course not." I said, looking at my feet. I have severe social anxiety that comes and goes. Apparently, two judgmental girls caused it to flare up.

"I like her." The shorter girl said.

"I do too. Hey, it's the first thing we've agreed on." the model-like one said, looked at the girl next to her in disdain.

"Thanks, Mystery Girl." the brunette said sarcastically.

"My name is Marina." I said, giving her something better to call me.

"Okay, Marina. I'm Luna, and this is Everest." Luna said to me, and led me into the blue house.

A/N

I'm so excited for this story, and I apologize if anything is really confusing! The song of this chapter is if I ever get better by: Phoenix. I hope my co-writers will get off their butts and write!!

~Mrs. Clifford•