Just My Dream

Prolouge

So this is the first chapter, and I hope you like it, but there are some things I want to say first.  1) When it's in bold it mean it's not part of the story just Author's Notes or some something. 2) For the cast list, Esther is supposed to be played by Acacia Clark, but it's only for how she looks. No personality, popularity, or anything else, but her looks is incorporated into Esther. 3) I will dedicate a chapter to you if you make a banner and/or find a someone to play the characters. 4) This isn't much, but I will love to get feedback/votes/followers. So if you like the story, VOTE IT! If you like how I write, FOLLOW ME! If you have something you have to say, GIVE FEEDBACK! 5) You can always check out my other stories, but I don't have any right now asides from this. 6) Italics mean thinking not saying it out loud in the story.

Esther's POV:

As I jam out listening to Conor Maynard, time was slipping by, quick as hell. "Forget you name like Rhianna..." played as I walked over to my marble table. It was nearly impossible to forget who this ring tone belongs to, Zachary my current "bf." I answered with the most serious tone, but not, too obvious that I was actually trying, I said, "What's up, Zach? There's still like a week till next payment."

"Honey, Esther, Bumble Bee, Sweetheart, I need my payment early," Zach blurted out in the sweetest tone I could probably imagine him in. I never gave payments early, it's one of the rules in my nearly 500 page booklet. No, but I don't know what to say, I was never asked to give payments earlier, but I know if I don't he probably will leave. It's a hard decision, but I need this relationship to get me more popular around the cheerleaders, since he's one of football players. He's the quarter back and boy does he look fine, but he's a big time money spender. Payments are nearly $200 every 3 weeks, but it takes him nearly three days to spend it all. 

"Yes, in two days. I can't give you it tommorow, I have a trip tommorow and on Monday I have a sleepover and a club to attend," I said with a hesitation, I'm not sure if he would still do it, but even if he doesn't I still have a whole line of what I call "Money Daters." 

"On Tuesday, I'll meet you at Janet's house. Or wherever you are having the sleepover at." Although, he seems pretty pissed off, I know he was still desperate for the money. I would've gave the money to him during my breaks and classes, but he has all of his classes upstairs, and I have them downstairs.That's only because he's one year older than me, but I'm nearly as heavy as him. Mostly because he doesn't do tackles, he doesn't weigh much, but part of it is because I'm a little over weight, but not, too much. 

"I'm going to Cheryl's house for studying," I said. 

"Alr-" I cutted him off and hung up on him. He could get pretty annoying talking about this and this, anyways he cares too much for a Money Dater, I don't even like him. He's too muscular, and he never jokes around. His teeth is crooked and stained, even his hair is just plain black hair spiking up from gel. I don't know what the cheerleaders like of him, but whatever it is, it doesn't matter, his hair and teeth are already enough for me to puke my whole breakfast out. I shouldn't be judging though, my brown curly locks doesn't stand out from the crowd like a blonde would do. Either do I have, shiny white teeth, I still have my black braces on. My eyes are just like very other girl in the school, hazel and plain. Worst part, my mom won't let me get more than 2 piercings meaning only two on my earlobe, and none on my cartilages. So my complete bad ass look will never, and boy do I mean never be completed.

Just as I plopped my phone on my bed and walked over to my closet, I heard a knock. A loud knock with a scream after it to be exact. Not really a scream, more like a loud yell that sounds exactly like my-OH SHIT IT'S MY MOM! I rushed down the stairs, trying not to trip I peeked out the peep hole. All I saw was an angry mom that looks like she will yell the living shit out of you once she sets foot in the once so peaceful house. As I flipped lock after lock on the door, I finally managed to open the door. My mom stormed in, obviously in the worst mood, or should I call it the Dare-Do-That-Again-And-I'll-Push-You-Off-A-Cliff-And-Feed-You-To-Piranhas. It was pretty creepy, until she started blabbing about how I shouldn't just leave the door there without even checking on who it is. 

"Not only is it very rude, it's impolite, and immature!"

"MOM, MOM, EARTH TO MOM! You told me before you went to New York to not answer the door unless I know them." I half shouted, half stated.

"Esther Clarks, you know me, right? So I'm not some random drunk stranger trying to rape you!" she said like it's so obvious.

"There's not much difference, mum. You knock just as hard as a drunk hobo, you yell just as annoying and loud like a drunk hobo. How was I suppose to figure out you weren't a drunk hobo that wanted to rape me?" I said, storming to my room after I heard her yell out some random swears. That's our relationship, ever since she and my dad divorced. My dad was a nice man, an intelligent one, and he's not an alcoholic either, I don't know what's wrong with him, but to me he's a pretty hard to find man. He has a proper job as a lawyer and cares about his work. Maybe, it's because he's, too into his work, but he treated me much better than that bitch. He always managed to get me what I wanted no matter how hard it was. I remembered the time when I really wanted those Justin Bieber tickets, back then I was a full time belieber. Not for the sake of Justin, but for the popularity. 

It was an already sold out show, and it was probably the only show for years until they realized tht nearly our whole school loves him in Blue Lake, California for years. I begged my mom to buy me tickets a week before it was sold out, but she was like only if you pass your history test, but not only was passing that test impossible, the tickets will probably be already sold out. Like I said, the tickets were already sold out, and I ended up getting  D on the test, but I kept whining. Right when I punched my wall which left a dent that is still there, my dad asked me what happened. I told him everything, but there was no use, it's a sold out concert that I will never be able to attend to with the rest of my friends. 

The night before the concert I was reading about how excited my friends are for the concert on Facebook, while I was just a loser sitting in front of a laptop screen sobbing. Yes, I was literally sobbing, I mean my mom didn't order tickets when there was a chance and all my friends going doesn't make it any better. My dad came in my room, and was holding a Justin Bieber Backstage VIP pass for tomorrow, boy was I about the hug the living shit out of him, but I managed to just hug him and thank him. He told me one of his client's child couldn't go because they were going to be in court for divorce and child custody, and he got them for half price. HALF PRICE! 

Well, thinking about that makes me want to get some fresh air, by poking my head outside the opened window, but I figures I might as well  text my best friend, Cheryl: "Hey hun, ready for the sleepover on Monday? I'll come over and help if you want" It was error less, but I dropped the phone before I had the chance to press send. 

OH SHIT! What the fuck? Wait, I hear someone saying the same words as me. It's probably the echo in the room, but if my mom hears me she start scolding me again. And trust me, I don't need any more of that shit. I poke my head outside the window to see that my phone is in the hands of this hot brunette shirtless with brown khakis. He pulled his head to face me, with his cold green eyes that was now met with my boring hazel eyes. 

"Those eyes, and That Damn Fine Body" I thought to myself again and again, until I heard him talk.

"Uh, miss, your phone?"

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Update: Between Wednesday and Sunday.