Blonde And Brunette

Chapter 6

Of course, that didn't happen. At all. It was all in my head. Did I mention I have an overactive imagination? No? Just me? That's fine.

But the arguement...that was real and is still going on as we speak. I think I need another drink. I waited until they finished their cute little banter before disappearing into the kitchen.

Only that I wish I didn't. When I tell you, I almost choked on my spit. Keyword being: almost.

The kitchen had cleared out and I had wanted a little me time to wallow in my boring life. Instead I stood there like a statue and watched the hottest thing I've ever read come to life. I would've gotten the whole scene too if it wasn't for my big mouth.

"Dude, get a room," I found myself saying. I feel bad. I wanna lock and bury myself 6ft under ground, melting the key until it dissolves into a sloppy mess.

Killian stopped kissing his partner, who's flushed face is redder than his tan skin. He chuckled, his hands still on his partner's waist, holding him in place against the wall.

"Please, do continue elsewhere," I waved my hand dramatically, a blush slowly creeping onto my face. Y'all have no right to make me jealous. Stawp.

"You need something, princess?" He asks. Nevermind his cute nickname for me. I wanna know what he calls him.

"Nope, I think my eyes just had an orgasm," I exaggerated. "Y'all do what you gotta do".

I ran out. I refuse to embarrass myself myself again. I halted in my tracks, nearly hitting someone's chest on the way but luckily twisted my body around to avoid contact. "Sorry," I breathed out.

I spotted Maddy on the couch wrapped up inside Luke's arm, laughing at something Luke said. Even Margaret Mars is puking and Spencer Lou is taking a good view of her ass. I don't entertain the idea of a party but things did take a huge turn. Really, I need to bolt myself out before I do something irrational right now like skinny dipping because it looks tempting right now. Why does it have to be a hot night?

Perfect x style mashup - one direction x Taylor Swift

I got home at like around 10pm last night. So glad I didn't overstay because I'm sure everyone at the party has hangovers today. Good times, I tell ya.

Before my mother would wake me, I would take 5mins to sketch. It's a hobby I chose to live with. It's relaxing and helps me to take the pictures off my mind; be it scary, crazy or captivating. Though, this morning I had drawn something different. Don't get any dumb ideas, readers.

I heard my mother's voice echo somewhere far off before I had a chance to tear the page off. "Azalea! Get your ass up!".

I sighed, tossing the book back in the closet, making sure to hide it well from prying eyes.

My reflection stared back at me. The baggy eyes, unkempt brunette hair, the dried drool at the corner of my mouth (eww). "What are you looking at?" I glared, arguing at my own reflection. Splashing water on the mirror to mar my appearance, I jumped into the shower. Some pep talk I had back there.

I used to think taking the bus was fun until in 11th grade, David Peterson peed in a bottle and ended up pouring it over Mindy Carpel, who he used to bully back then. I decided I'd just walk in peace and enjoy my solace in silence.

My neighborhood, unlike in movies and well...books, was-is safe. Everyone is friendly and almost everyone knows each other. I greet the elderly; Mr Robinson walking his dog, as I walk by. My hands fidget with the straps of my backpack.

'Morning, Mrs Thompson!" I greet my favourite woman, whom I've grown close to when she called me inside for milk and cookies once upon a cold weather.

"Oh my," she gasped. The shin of her trousers had smudges of dirt. She was always out in the garden during this time of the hour when the sun is smiling down at mortals. "You've grown quite the last time I saw you".

I spread my hands and bowed, planting my feet together, "All thanks to your homemade cookies".

"Ha, ha, ha. Aww, stop flattering old Megan before she dies from cuteness overload". She beamed at me.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" I waved at her, jogging away. "Goodbye, Mrs Thompson". She waved at me, shaking her head while laughing away and muttering something under her breath.

I skipped along the way. I couldn't help but smile too. Like I just have a feeling it'll be a great day. A better day than any-

My smile faltered and my heart increased its pace. Not this block. I must've missed a turn. I had made sure to avoid this block on my way to school. It gives me the chills. And since when did the wind decide to change course? The cause of chills you might be wondering?

Ha! That's a very good question. A brilliant one, if you must.

Dogs. Yep, I will always be utterly terrified of such creatures. Don't be deceived by their puppy eyes or their cute little whine. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you; the hairy, menace-looking thing that needs a Grammy award for the best glare in the entire country. In fact, it is indeed looking at me like I'm breakfast and I haven't even had breakfast yet. At that moment, my tummy decided to growl.

With one bark, I flinched. Someone must have let the gates open because one moment it was barking at me and the next thing I know, it's running at me. At this point, I should've listened to teacher's when they say P.E is important. No one told me I'll be racing against dogs in my lifetime! Karma's a bitch.

I looked back at the big brown dog hot on my trail. I crossed the alley, taking a short cut to the school. And took a left turn to see a lifesaver. I ran, hauling my whole body on top of the car, bending my body to catch my breath. The car is a covette, might I add. I didn't even know

"Good doggy," I rasped, out of breath. I've never ran so much in my entire life. The growling never stopped. I searched my pockets to find a lucky biscuit and tossed it over. It swallowed the whole biscuit and wagged its tail, for more? "Sorry, I don't have any more". I showed him my now empty pockets. "I'll treat you next time we have a race again. I promise". If there's a next time.

It gave another bark and returned. That's when it hit me as the car alarm went off. I jumped off the car, nevermind my footprints and check for the plate. But I guess karma has other plans. In bold capital letters was the name HKING.

The car alarm would nonetheless alert the owner so I did what every shadow did; I ran from the scene. Just as I disappeared around the corner, the school double doors opened.

"What the fucking hell? Who the fuck did this?! Blah, blah, more curses, blah, blah.

No one would know who did it. I mean, it was a tinnie tiny accident. I'm sure he'd get over it. It's just a stupid expensive car he didn't even break a sweat to earn it. I'd have to sell my kidney to buy it and my kidney is worth more than that douche's car.

With a grin on my face, I entered the school back doors like I owned the building and marched inside prison.

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Sneaky Azalea wrecking a covette? I bet you didn't see that coming

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