Okay. To be honest, when Mom drove me to Holden Grove Mental Asylum--oops, I mean--Holden Grove Academy For Troubled Children, I didn't know what to expect. Maybe a few electric shock chairs, people beating each other up with spatulas, and the craziest idea yet were people trying to pry open field mice heads. Then I went in and my weird and somehow unusual predictions just...flew out the window.
There was a guy. And I'm not saying any guy--I'm sayin' ludicrously hot guy--the kind of hot that gets you sent to hell for punishment. He was just sitting there, a phone in his hand, fingers moving across the screen like ripples dancing on water. Okay. I just got poetic because he touched his phone. I am so in love right now.
But then, I saw the guy sitting scandalously close to him, and instant reaction: my lips puckered. Was he gay? I barely had 5 minutes to ogle him and I was already dealing with competition. That's how hot he was.
Mr. Hotter-Than-Hell, or Mr. HTH, for short, was talking with the other guy, and he laughed a few times but his eyes didn't stray from his cellphone screen.
Okay. Like hello?! I was right here!
Then I looked at the guy next to Mr. HTH and saw he wasn't that bad himself. He had the twinkly eyes of a player slash troublemaker. He just looked like the normal badboy like my brother Ethan; not someone who was sick out of their mind. But I didn't know the kid. He could be sacrificing guinea pigs to an altar of Megan Fox as his pastime.
"New girl! Stop eye-raping me!" His voice, Mr. HTH's voice, shattered the dazzling silence. Ashamed, I looked down, thinking of ways to get out of this repercussion free. How do you reply to that?!
"S-sorry," I mumbled. Oh great. Now he'll think I'm a shy prude! I could've fluttered my lashes like my sister Cat does. I could've said an innuedo or something. But nooo. I chose to look at the floor, blushing like...like a girl offered to the convent. He probably doesn't like nuns, or good girls or whatever--he probably likes bad girls. If I had to I would pretend to be that. I just marked Mr. HTH mine the second I entered the room and I had to seal the deal. For me to be his, I had to be his type first. Then after that, the wedding will be planned a--
"Yeah, don't do that to my boyfriend!" The other guy protested, grinning. I stared slack-jawed at this discovery. Why oh why? My hope shattered, leaving behind trails of broken glass. Tears welled up in my eyes. Then something flashed before my eyes: the image of killing Patrick viciously by poking him through with a pen. The idea was so appealing I actually comtemplated its merits.
"Patrick! Stop it!" Mr. HTH punched Patrick's arm. "I'm not gay!"
My hope was restored. The terror story vision vanished just like that as I did (well attempted) the cute smile Cat does when she sees a cute boy, but unfortunately, I probably turned it into the Joker version. In our family it has always been that Cat was the sweetheart, the darling of the crowd, the one with the most boys trailing after her like puppies. And Ethan, my brother, he was always the badboy type that girls wanted to change. I, the middle child, was branded the plainest and the loner. Maybe that's why I became who I became. I wanted things to be mine, for a change.
Hey, you can't control who you are, so suck a d*ck judgemental losers.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Patrick fluttered his lashes, or tried to. He looked sooo weird. His hand was at his chest and he was bunching up his red shirt dramatically. "I know you wait for me even now."
"Why are you my friend assh*le?!" Mr. HTH glared at him before turning to me. His expression softened a little but he didn't smile or do anything welcoming. Oh, bummer, if he didn't look so hot while wearing that pokerface.
"So, new girl," Mr. HTH said, for the first time looking up from his phone, staring at me with those eyes like pools of spring water.
"What's your name?"
And those lips... Those lips like ardent red fire...
"Hey, hey, new girl! Asked you a question!"
"I-I'm S-Suzanne." I told him shyly, blushing to the tips of my toes. "B-but my friends c-call me S-Suzy."
"Friends, huh?" He drawled lazily, almost smiling in amusement. "Guess I won't be callin' you that, then."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. And it hurt. It was like he knew I was smitten and was enjoying playing with my feelings. Why can't he be more gentle?! Wait that sounded wrong. I already gave him my heart! Romeo and Juliet style, that's old (I mean seriously Romeo was hot but you don't really have to suck up his soul using your lips if you met him like five minutes ago but then again I'd probably be thinking different thoughts if I was the one doing the soul sucking).
"So," Patrick had to take up the conversation when it became obvious that his friend wouldn't since he was too occupied with his phone, "What are you here for?"
"Oh, that," I said bitterly, "My psychiatrist... Total wingnut by the way, she told like, my family I was a very serious case of OCD and my possessiveness was beyond...terrifying."
"Possessiveness?" Patrick raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What did she mean?"
I sighed, running a hand through my short blonde hair. "Apparently, I would kill for someone I love. I mean it's ridiculous! If you loved someone, wouldn't you just...murder for them?!"
"Uh." Patrick coughed awkwardly. "I'm a big believer of...well, moving on."
"That's no fun!" I whined childishly.
"Hi!" A girl slipped into view. She was pretty, really pretty, like slip-into-a-coma pretty. "Welcome to Hell--I mean, uh, Holden Grove medical asylum, I-I meant, I mean--uh." Suddenly the girl was stuttering and I realized I really liked her. I guess I like people with social awkwardness. Oh gee, such fun.
"Face it, Twinny, even you can't make this place sound like unicorn sh*t," another girl slid into the room. She looked like the other girl, except maybe a couple of inches taller and obviously sassier and more confident. She turned to me. "Hello, newcomer. Welcome to Hell. The name's Topaz Tate."
"And I'm Amethyst Tate. We're twins, well," she looked at Topaz, "Well, obviously."
Topaz ignored her and turned to the boys. "Everett, Patrick, still takin' advantage of the school's wi-fi, huh?"
Everett. I mentally fanned myself. Hot name. I was like basically giggling and squealing like a fangirl in my mind. Everett. The name could tempt me to sin I swear. I would let that anyone with that name take my purity and my dignity. That name was HOT. Like sizzling hot. I sighed dreamily, staring at Everett. He was basically my Disney prince, except, well, like, more SPG version since I didn't know if I could control myself around those luscious lips.
"And I couldn't believe it--she dumped whatever she had in those buckets at Mrs. Gotham!"
"Yeah, well, it's not like your twin doesn't in trouble. Should be used to it by now Amethyst. I mean seriously."
I snapped out of my reverie. They were all talking, laughing together, but I saw something that caught my attention--Topaz was sitting on Everett's lap and her feet were on Patrick's. Amethyst had more dignity and preferred standing up. I nearly breathed fire at the less than appetizing sight.
Topaz was on my bae! And he was letting her stay on him! Were they that close?! I instantly disliked Topaz like how I despised Patrick a few moments before. Flashes of death flew in high-definition in my mind.
Control yourself, I heard my psychiatrist's voice. You're sick, you have an emotional disability. You would kill for anyone you love, even like. You are possessive beyond anyone I've ever encountered. Its best if we send you somewhere to relax and find peace.
Find peace my *ss. When I get out of here I'll be worse off than when I started.
