The Party That Got My Bad Boy

Chapter 1 - The first period (part 1)

Picture : Mikka

Chapter 1

My eyes were dying to close. They felt so damn heavy and I wanted to close them so badly. Though I couldn't...not yet at least. I needed to write this 500 word essay on my summer vacation, but nothing extremely interesting happened...nothing that would make up 500 words. It was 2:00am and I so desperately needed to lie down and sleep.

The only words typed on my laptop were what I did this summer was. Okay so I wasn't making any progress. I was going to fail this essay. And the worst part...it was due tomorrow. Maybe I could lie, I mean it's not like anyone could prove I didn't do what I said. Then my eyes finally gave in and everything went sweet. It felt so good to relax.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I hated my alarm, always ruining my sleep. My eyes slowly opened and bright rays of sunlight blinded me. I slowly found the energy to leave my warm comfortable bed. I rubbed my sleep filled eyes and walked over to my desk. My laptop was still on and my eyes filled with shock and sadness. The same six words were typed...that's it. I was so screwed.

I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and brushed my mid-back-length-wavy-chocolate brown hair. At least that was the colour it was today. My hair has a tendency to look different shades of brown and even red sometimes depending on the light. I flicked a thin layer of black eyeliner around my light blue eyes, and brushed on a little mascara. I pulled on black Levis, a white crop shirt, a black leather jacket, my favorite necklace and grey moccasins. Lastly, I spritz myself with Ralph Lauren's new pony addition perfume. Gosh I loved how the purple one smelled.

I ran back to my laptop and decided it was best to just lie my ass off. I started typing about some awesome dream trip to Italy, with gorgeous guys and beautiful scenery. Okay the Italy part was true, but no gorgeous guys paid me any attention. It didn't take long to reach 500 words and once I did I quickly printed out the pages and stuffed them in my bag. I mean its stupid English class's fault that they have to hear about my only three months off school.

I ran downstairs and heard my mother on her cell complaining about my dad. My parents are divorced and they hate each other's guts. They got divorced when I was one years old, so I really don't know what it was like when they loved each other. I tried to creep past the kitchen and out the door, but my mother turned around in time to get a glimpse of me.

"Oh Mikka, come here and give your mommy a hug" she beckoned. This was strange...even for her. She never said 'mommy'. She'd always taught us to say 'mother'. Her hug felt awkward since she never did them. A moment later I heard footsteps come down the stairs. As soon as I saw the shoulder length-bleach-blonde hair I knew it was my sister Ruth.

She was my total opposite. Beautiful, popular, curvy and most of all eighteen. This was her last year at my school, and she had total plans of going to Prom winning Prom queen with her boyfriend winning Prom king. I was a measly sixteen year old who was not beautiful, not popular, and not curvy and nowhere near eighteen. I was 5ft6 and barely weighed 100 pounds. My chest sized barely making a C cup, I was a total fail at life.

While Ruth got to live with her awesome blonde hair, pure hazel eyes, D cup size, being 5ft8 and also weighed 100 pounds...maybe less. The point was, I worked my ass off to make people like me and all I got was 'oh hey, you're Ruth's sister'. That's all I was ever going to be 'Ruth's sister'. She wore a light blue jean short shorts that was well above her thighs, a blue and white sweater-crop top with Dopey (snow white Dwarf) on it and dark brown Frye boots.

She also wore black eyeliner, black mascara, purple eye shadow and peach lipstick. I hated how no matter how much I tried it never compared to her. My mother did the same strange 'hug thing' with Ruth and then we both looked at each other for a while trying to figure out what was happening. Then my mom spoke "alright, I have a plane to catch. I have a business trip to Paris and will be back Sunday morning. So take care of the house, Ruth you're in charge."

Great. We had the whole house 'mansion' to ourselves. Which meant Ruth was going to throw a party, and I'd probably rather stay in my room the whole time.

My parents are rich, I remember as a kid always getting what I wanted for birthdays and Christmas. My father always sent way more child fair money than he needed to and my mother's job paid her a lot judging by the house, the cars and all the name brand clothes and furniture. I gulped down some French vanilla coffee that my maid Lela had made.

I awkwardly hugged my mother goodbye and walked out the door. Soon after Ruth followed and then tapped me on the shoulder. "Okay baby sis, you know I'm throwing a party tonight. Invite who you want. And I'll text you later" She said as she hugged me goodbye and got into her silver convertible BMW. Ya, I know she sounds like a really nice big sister. Well I never said she was bad. I just said I was jealous of her.

I waved 'bye' and got into my red convertible Ferrari. Once I got to school I parked my car and locked the doors. My friend Gene was up against a wall in a deep make-out session with her boyfriend Peter. It was only when she opened her eyes that she saw me there. Then she pushed him off her and whispered something in his ear before he walked away. We both broke out into laughter when she walked to me. Gene was sporting bright red hair, and had aqua colored eyes...or that's what she wanted you to believe. I was pretty sure they were contacts; back in middle school she had brown eyes. She wore a bright green crop top, blue skinny jeans and black converse. We hugged and I said "mom left today, so you know what that means"

"Yay, Barbie left her dollhouse"

"Finally, haha"

"So another awesome Ruth party...I'm there" Gene said with a smile. Gene was this cute little redhead. There's no wonder that she has a boyfriend. We went on chatting about bare foolishness until Talia came. Talia screamed out "YES! Another Ruth party...I'm totally coming!!!" I hugged her and soon after so did Gene. I've known these two for like...forever. The bell chimed and everyone started in the school. All our lockers were right beside each other.

I pulled out my stupid essay, a notebook and a pencil before slamming my locker shut. I could see from down the hall that Ruth had almost every player on the school's Lacrosse team helping her at her locker. I sighed out hard and said "man, why can't I be her? I mean we're sisters, why couldn't I just look like the younger version of her?"

"Because your traits took after your dad's brown hair and face shape. Plus, no offense your mom is too perfect. She's like a freaking Barbie doll. No one should have such perfect blonde hair and curves like that" Talia said.

"Ya, plus you're beautiful. Pretty soon a cute guy will stop being a dick head and realize it" Gene said with a comforting smile. I looked at both of them and sighed out "ya, you guys are right." I guess there has to be SOMEONE out there who will realize my beauty, brains and artistic love and not be a pedophile. I hugged them both and the bell rang signaling class was beginning.

I ran down to English class and actually made it in before the teacher. I sat down at my regular seat in the back and put my head down on my desk. And not even a minute later I heard Ms. Riches squeaky voice chime in. Perfect, I had to hear this for an hour. Then the Lacrosse boys walked in. That included of Josh Garrett, Lynel Patterson, Peter Harris and Tonie Kadres.

So I might actually care about one of them. Tonie. He's Ruth's boyfriend's younger brother. And yes he is cute. But it doesn't really matter because he doesn't see me. And if he does, he glances away quickly whenever our eyes meet. Tonie has some pretty awesome neck length-layered-dark brown hair and majestic honey-brown eyes. Today he wore a black t-shirt with a bunch of random purple numbers on it, black Levis and black converse. As much as people say I'm beautiful...I never attract who I want to. It's always jerks who want a quick relationship full of empty feelings and meaningless sex.

Ms. Riches began calling people up to present their essay. Was this lady fried? Who the heck wants to read 500 words in front of 30 people? And thanks to my last name being Chambers that meant my turn would be coming up soon. My heart was racing and I was fiddling with my pencil as I tapped my foot. I hated presenting. I wasn't good at it; I mean as much as I may have rehearsed the thing...once I get up there my mind loses it all. And just when I tried to calm myself I heard "Chambers. Mikka Chambers."