'Cause We Can

Calm Down Crazy [1]

HI YAY THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! THIS IS ALSO 12 PAGES SO THIS SHOULD KEEP YOU HAPPY AND CONTENT!!!(I'm still figuring out the name before I'm gonna publish this) I DO GIVE OUT SHOUT OUTS AND STUFF LYK THAT AND ALSO IF SOMEONE MAKES ME A PICTURE 4 THIS STORY THEN SHOUT OUT SHOUT OUT I LOVE SEEING DIFFERENT ONES SO SEND THEM IN AND I'LL PUT THEM UP AS THE BANNER AT THE TOP OR SIDE AND SHOUT OUT SHOUT OUT anyway it's lyk 1 am so I'm delirious anyway read on!!!

Chapter one: Calm Down, Crazy

I SLAM THE FRONT DOOR shut and kick off my black Nike trainers, dragging my feet across the wooden polished floor. I'm guessing dad used the floor steamer thing.

"What's wrong?" Jacob calls from his room upstairs.

I roll my eyes and ignore him, flopping onto the stairs, taking out my phone. 4 notifications. I click on the first one in Messages:

<Lindsay>:
I'm so so so so so so so so sowwy bout wat happened 2day ;( I didn't mean it!!! My clumsiness got the better of me! Amby plz 4give me I'll do anything ;((((( I'll even not drag u 2 a party 4 as long as I can... xxxxxxxxxx
P.S. PLZ 4GIVE ME!!!

I huff at the name 'Amby' and think about what Im going to reply. Lindsay is a girl who was constantly following me and my best friend Brandon around. Following us around like a dog. We first met in science. It was the start of the school year and we were put together to work on an experiment. To be honest, she's a bit thick, doesn't seem to have much common sense and doesn't stop talking about her life in general.

"Oh it's a good life but I wish it was better. I mean I wish I had a dog. You have a dog don't you? Well yes you do I've seen you walking him in the park. He's soo cute, what's his breed?? Wait wait wait don't answer that I'm gonna guess... Maltese?" she rambled on and on and on. Oh and for your information my dog is a female and in fact is not a Maltese... it's a German Shepard.

I type back a quick reply:
It's okay. c u at skl tomoz x

I know, I know. A bit blunt, but remember I'm bit pissed off at her. At lunch today, I had just gotten my food: spaghetti bolognese with meatballs and especially saucy tomato sauce. Well, I bet you can kind of guess where that went. and if you're thinking about my stomach, then no. It actually ended up on my head. Classic, I know right? I was just walking to our table when bam! Being the clumsy and random person she is, walks straight into me - no walked straight into my tray which flew upwards and with the incredibly great luck I have, onto my head. So as much as spaghetti and meatballs look good (and not to mention taste good too) it doesn't feel that good to have bits of noodles and sticky sauce in your hair. So now you get why I'm mad.

I check the 3 other notifications: All Instagram. I open them up and a surge of anger and embarrassment goes through me all at once. Someone had taped the whole spaghetti and meatball scenario and was now posting photos and videos on their page.The caption was: Whoops! I think Amber has acc turned amber now!! @football.amber 😂😂

A couple of people had commented laughing emojis or 'cringe' and already had 30 likes.

And surprise surprise who posted it. Have a guess. No? I'll tell you then. She goes by the name of Alexis Doveton. My arch nemesis, foe, enemy, person I want to rip her eyes out and shove them up where the sun don't shine. I'm not sure who hates each other more, but I'm gonna say me.

Alexis is constantly tormenting and taunting me. She never leaves me alone and is now starting to pick on Brandon too. She is the head of cheerleading, and as much as I hate her, it's hard to admit that yes - she was pretty and yes - most boys fall at her feet. I always think in my head whenever she struts towards our lunch table everyday: "Why are you so obsessed with me??!!" I'm sorry but a real Mean Girls fan here! Who can relate??

Anyway back to the post. I mean Amber has actually turned amber?? Wtf?? Tomato sauce is red, not amber. And I thought this girl was in the top set of all subjects. Pfftt.

I can also see that 2 other people had shared the video. I refresh my notifications page and before I know it, 6 people have shared that as well. She won't get away with this.

I grab my bag before stomping up the stairs and up to my room. Its walls are covered with posters of Hailee Steinfeld, Arsenal football players and Scream Queen/Mean Girls related stuff. You know, the usual. 

I throw my phone across my room in anger, and luckily for me it lands against the beanbag and slides down off it to the carpeted floor.  Then I dump my bag on my desk chair and jump onto my bed with a big sigh.  School term has only just begun, and I am wishing we were still in summer holidays.  I had also just started college so I have to revise nearly everyday for my upcoming A levels. Great. Just what I want.

I go to a pretty good college, Lionsoak. There's an ace football team and tryouts are next Monday. At my old school I use to be on the A team for football, and aiming to get on this one too.  Football is literally my life, I don't know what I would do without it. It distracts me from reality and the things bugging at my mind.

I shuffle over to the other end of my double bed and reach to get my phone from the floor.  I quickly check to see if it isn't damaged and turn it back on. Hailee's "You're Such A" starts blasting at top volume from my phone and I place it down on my dresser. I start doing my homework: ALGEBRA. Ugh, who even invented algebra?? If they were alive right now, I wouldn't hesitate in kicking a football hard in their face.

Suddenly, instead of Hailee S playing, Drake's "Hotline Bling" starts instead. I pick up my phone and swipe the screen before holding it up to my ear.

"Yeah?"

"How you doing since...you know what happened at lunch today?" Brandon asked carefully, not wanting to trigger my hot temper like earlier on today. (resulting in me punching him in the stomach and him going to the medical room.)

"Okay I guess. How's your stomach?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Fine."

"Don't use 'fine' on me." I say, mocking how he said 'fine'.

"It still hurts like hell, okay?" He says. I can hear him huffing over the phone.

"Calm down, crazy. I didn't punch that hard." I say defensively.

"I think I should be the one to call you crazy. And you did." He says back.

"Well it's not my fault you're too weak to handle a girl's punches." I tease.

"Well it's not my fault my best friend is violent and emotionally unstable." He shoots back.

"Violent? Emotionally unstable? Offensive!" I say, feigning hurt.

"Well you are. Anyway I was wondering if I could come over?"

"Why." I really don't feel like any company.

"Because I know you're mad and I've got Nandos." He sighs.

"Be here in 5 or I'll kick you in the balls this time." I threaten him and hang up, going back to my work.