"Do you really think that if we get married I'm going to wake you up like those babes, waking up their sweethearts in those silly cheesy movies you watch?" I frowned
"First of all don't you dare call those movies stupid, coz they are not, and secondly yes Esme Adams , I expect you to wake me up like that." His beautiful brown eyes with some unnamed emotion.
"oh pliss!"
I tried to buck him off. Putting both my palms on his chest and pushing him with whatever strength I had.
"woman relax! You know you can move a tractor, fatass."
holding my wrists he jerked them pretty hard so that I could feel his harsh grip causing me to scream.
"You call me that one more time and I'm going to punch your face real hard and break that ugly round dumpling you call 'nose'"
I tried to warn him, stressing on the last word. But instead I could see him rolling his eyes.
I've always seen girls doing that, as in a majority but oh! I forgot he watch those cheesy romantic shizz too.
"But oh wait you'll go and buy a new one for yourself, you fake-nosed-chipmunk." I screamed this time, but I could see his grin widened as if I just gave him some Oscar or something.
He pulled my ponytail, literally making me jump, such a savage, and disappeared in the corridor singing something. Well I only heard the word "fatass"
Moron!
He did that always, called me with such ugly names.
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Arriving home I smacked my bad, saying a half hey to mom then literally dragging myself and my bag which was now on the floor towards my bedroom, dramatically falling down on my bed as those scenes from the movies where the villain shoots the heroine and the way she falls down on her face. Exactly! in that slow motion kinda thing. And in no time I was lost in the world of my own.
Mom knocked the door a couple a times and then came in like a thunderstorm. Well! not noisy enough to wake me up.
"oh God! when are you going to grow up Esme Adams?" I was never scared of my mom's warnings and threats but when she calls me along with my surname I know I'm in a great mess.
"Argh!" I groaned, opening my eyes.
I would have asked her how many centuries have passed by but she screamed once again, "Esme! you need to shower today. Its like 69° outside and you don't feel like taking a bath ever after weeks, you are so disgusting. Stop living like an animal", mom growled.
"Take a bath or else absolutely no lunch! and if you are thinking that any of your excuses are going to work their magic? then no, not today."
I pushed myself up, after weeks? well mom exaggerated. I take a bath every week.
Actually my point is that some utterly intelligent creature invented perfume and deo, obviously he or she whatever hated bathing too. So conclusively bathing is such a waste of time, I swear.
Opening the bathroom door I moon walked in, this was time for the cheat bath, so I bent down on the sink opened the tap and let the water rinse through my hair. I shampooed and then within no time slipped out of the bathroom.
Next big thing was to find something to wear, and so I opened my wardrobe throwing all the clothes outside and finally choosing a pair of shorts and a blue tank top. I sprayed a lot of deo in order to make that bath convincing enough that left me coughing.
I stood in front of the mirror eyeing myself.
Why am I like this? Why does he call me with such ugly names? Why me?
Okay so decided, workout starts from tomorrow, no Starbucks and NO to junk food.
"Honey come on, I made Mac and cheese for lunch. You'll surely love it."
This, this is what exactly happens when I think about doing some effort.
"Mom, come-iing"
Okay guys so here is the first chapter I know its not a very long one but I'll be coming up with better chapters :') do tell me if you like it if you don't tell me what I should be doing in order to make it better :')
Next update: Sunday
