1.1 Geometric

Choice

I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Sugar. I don't like short clothes.

I was wearing a hot pink semi-see-through angel shirt, jean shorts, gold earrings, a gold-ish bracelet and red sandals. I had mascara, eye-liner, lipstick, blush, and - of course - foundation. This is so not what I'm used to. Seriously. I look like those, well, sassy, popular mean girls in Pretty Little Liars.

Honest.

Sighing, I head down to the Kitchen to greet my mom farewell. For today anyway. It's 7.00 already, so Del should, emphasis on should, be here by now.

As I walked past my mom trying to cook a pancake, she saw me and wolf-whistled.

I'd say I blushed, but mom taught me not to lie. I'm fine with compliments. Unlike those cliché teenage love stories where girls blush like tomatoes. It's like, so romantic, it's cheesy. And I hate cheese. It makes your breath stink. Like onions. Okay maybe not as bad, but you get the idea.

I walked through the doorway just as Del's engine stopped.

I hopped into the passenger seat, with Del looking at me appreciatively.

"Damn girl, you could make me a lesbian looking like that."

"I know, right? I could honestly be a model. But stay straight, don't want you crashing the car, do we?"

"When did you start joking like that?"

"Since forever...? No, but seriously, drive, I have to be on time to meet Mr Chipped-Tooth at the cafeteria."

"Yes ma'am. Wait, but who is Mr Chipped-Tooth?"

"Nile Logan."

"Woah, woah, woah, there. Say, whaaaat?"

"He pushed me into the lockers and tried to kiss me, then we ended up as buddy-mentor relationship, I kneed him in the balls, we agreed to meet this morning at the cafeteria for the project. Detailed enough for you?"

"No."

"God, just let it go, will you? There's nothing else to this!"

"Fine. But you're telling me DETAILED DETAILS later." Del said as a conclusion to this discussion. She started the car and drove to school.

I shook my head at her persistence. Darn, that girl is stubborn...!

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"Miss me? Wait, of course you would. I mean, why else would you be here early?" Sir A-dollar-sign times-two said.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? I mean, I'm always on time. You're not. You're the blasted bad boy of the school."

"Oh, you noticed me! I'm touched." He ignored the question.

"Seriously, even the retarded knows you. But answer the question. Why are YOU on time?"

His ears turned pink. "Well, I kind of wanted to see the only girl who denied my attention. You just set me down for the chase."

Awwwwww, now isn't that cute.

Then he smirked and said, "I also wanted to check out that cleavage. What's with you and hiding your boobs? You gotta nice rack, y'know."

And there goes the adorable-ness.

"Cora!" A voice shouted out behind me.

I turned around and saw Carltin and his gang.

"What the freaking hell do you think you're wearing?"