Three's A Crowd

Chapter 1: The Cliche Boys

I roll my eyes rather dramatically in annoyance as I scroll down on my phone reading the next line of the world's most cliche book.

If I had to choose something I hated in this world, it would definitely be cliche, cheesy and predictable romance novels. The male protagonists' are always setting the standards too high and let's face it; no real life eighteen year old, hormonal teenage boy would be going out of his way, asking a girl out by bribing the school's marching band and serenading her in front of the whole school. Guys like that only existed in cheesy novels. Period.

And yes, I'm talking about a Wattpad novel which my best friend is completely hooked onto. My best friend, Rebecca, is the reason I want to rip my eyeballs out and shove them down my very own throat at the moment. 

She knows perfectly well how I'm more into mystery rather than cliche, predictable teenage romances because let's face it, we're all going to end up with nine cats and I, definitely don't think that's a bad thing. I mean, who doesn't love cats?

I personally don't think cliche books are horrible or anything, they're great, the writers are great, it's just that the plot and unbelievably high hopes set by the characters that give me violent tendencies.

Though none of this has any affect on Rebecca, every single day she sends me links to various books and I can't say no to her. She can be very scary when she wants to.

Every single book, I'm able to tolerate, but after reading thousands of bad boy - nerd, good girl - bully and what not books, I cannot help but roll my eyes at all the predictable and cliche parts.

The current book Rebecca is making me read is the queen of cliches. Literally.

Lost in my own thoughts, muttering incoherent curse words, with my eyes glued to my phone screen, I somehow manage to collide with a hard chest, sending me backwards, as I unattractively land on my butt.

Pain shoots up my backside and I groan, cursing loudly.

"What the fuck," an angry voice growls.       

I immediately look upwards to find out that I have collided with none other than the Tyler Collins, who was currently glaring at the fresh brown stain on the front of his plain white T-shirt.

Tyler Collins, or more commonly known as the Resident Bad boy of our school. He's a sight for sore eyes, with his tousled I-just-got-out-of-bed hair, icy gray eyes, dark jeans, combat boots and his signature leather jacket hanging off his shoulder. But, unfortunately he is also the biggest douche that Stone Coast High has ever witnessed. He's the typical guy "that all girls want and guys want to be". Every girl wants to tame that wild, dark and damaged heart of his - metaphorically speaking, of course. Tyler Collins doesn't date - oh no - he lives by the motto "love'em and leave'em", or as Rebecca likes to call it "straddle and skedaddle". Apparently, no girl is good enough for him to settle down with.

I am broken out of my reverie by the glares that are boring into the side of my head. My current situation reminds me of when Mallory, the girl protagonist from the Wattpad book I was reading, ran straight into the male protagonist - Jason, spilling her orange juice all over his shirt.

When did my life turn into a cliche Wattpad novel? Oh hell no.

Suddenly the bittersweet aroma of coffee enters my nostrils and my left hand feels a little too empty. Looking down I realize that my left hand is indeed empty, while my right tightly clutches onto my cellphone.

My once filled cup of coffee is carelessly lying on the tiled floor and the brown liquid is spilled all over the once-white floor.

"My coffee!" I cry out, my head snapping upwards to glare at the human wall in front of me.