I traced my fingers over my Star Wars binder sighing deeply. When are we ever going to use Geometry in real life? When will a ballerina ever use the Pythagorean Theorem? Oh it takes exactly 15a+16b to get 32 pique turns across the stage. Doesn't make sense right; just like Geometry! I scribble down something about angle side angle and centroid. In Star Wars they don't do this, so why do I have to? Why can't I study at the Jedi Temple? Why can't Yoda be my teacher, why can't this school blow up like the Death St-
"Ms. Ray do you care to explain this theorem" Mrs. Carol asked
"Er um I was taking notes and I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry ma'am" I murmured sighing deeply
"Pay attention next time" She said annoyed turning back around to the board writing more hieroglyphics.
I continued to scribble down notes; after blood, tears and sweat (okay I'm over exaggerating) I got through my last class of the day. I closed my binder hurrying out of the room, into the crowded corridor. This hallway smells worse than my dance bag, and that is a very sad thing. I finally made my way to my locker; tossing my books in my locker I feel hands cover my eyes.
"Guess who?" The voice said
"John Cena" I replied laughing removing his hands facing towards
"Only I look 10x hotter than him" Julian replied smugly making me snort
"And you still believe in Santa Claus" I pat his chest laughing, while he glared at me. Oh let me introduce you to ½ of my friends. Julian Sanders, 6 foot athlete, hazel green eyes, sandy brown colored hair, Mr. Hot stuff, and yea that's about all I have. What more can I say?
"Remind me why we are friends again? He asked putting his arm around his shoulder
"Remind me, why I am carpooling you again?" I retort closing my locker pushing him away from me. We walk out of Satan's arse hole and walk across the parking lot. Julian snatches my keys from me unlocking MY car, sitting in MY seat. And what do I do you may ask; sit on MY passenger side closing MY door. "I seriously can't wait until your car gets out of the shop" I grumble putting on my seat belt. He puts MY car in reverse and we literally fly out of the parking lot. I turn on the radio (Big mistake) he literally drives pass two stop signs and he barely makes it pass the yellow lights. I do a silent prayer that I make I make it home to have the last 4 bread sticks. Amen I open my eyes to see we are in the front of my house. I open the door, thanking god again while I pretend to kiss the ground.
"Dani, why do you have to be so extra?" Julian grumbled pulling me off the ground while I glared at him
"Unhand me you rebel scum" I poked his chest a little too hard which made my finger bend. I whimpered looking at my finger. "God Juju what do you bench, baby dolphins" I asked rubbing my fingers
"I bench a good 200 on my bad days" He replied cockily making me glare at him
"Oh yea and on my days off I bench fat babies" I stood on my tippy toes trying to meet his eye level, he snorted while I rolled my eyes I can also bench baby sea otters I heard talking and furniture moving. I looked across the yard to see people moving in next door. They were here the other day; I guess they are moving in the last of their things.
"New neighbors, what if they are serial killers? Julian asked. I pushed him lightly telling him to shut up. I felt a pair of eyes on me, I turned back around and lords behold a Greek God. His eyes flickered to Julian, a smirk played on his beautiful face, and I have never seen anything like him.
"Well look what the cat dragged in" Julian said smiling motioning for Greek God to come over
Oh no I look like a horse giving birth; my curly hair was no doubt a mess. I looked down at my outfit, skinny jeans, Star Wars shirt, and a pair of old white converse. Why do I care?, I am not here to impress anybody, heck I don't even know him for Pete sake. Wait who is Pete anyway? I picked at my nails feeling the presence of a God.
"It's bloody seeing you here, you live here now?" The Greek God has a British accent. He flicks the ashes of his cigarette. Oh my god he looks better up close. He is covered in tattoos and piercings, his neck is laced with tattoos along with his arms. There are piercing on his eyebrows, his lip, all over his ears. He runs his tattooed fingers through his hair. Mother fudge he has tattoos in his hair. He is so muscular, what does he bench? The Titanic? Nope I'm guessing he tried to bench the Titanic and it sunk. I stifled back laughter as they both looked at me. I stop smiling
"And what are you laughing about?" Julian asks me crossing his arm
"Because you found a new friend, and now you can leave me alone" I replied grabbing my bag off the car
"Oh, Liam and I go way back like 4 flats" Julian says proudly
"You're lame juju" I pat his shoulder knowing he doesn't like when I call him that in public
"And Liam meet my annoying friend, Danielle; she prefers Dani" Julian glares at me while I smile
Liam looks at me nodding, well talk about rude. I grab Julian's forearm tugging him towards the house. I was just about to step inside
"Oh and Danielle, its nice meeting you" Liam called out winking at me, and that there folks was how I lost my sanity.
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Obsessed with Perfection
Romance"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love her...
