~Zaria's POV~
damn that alarm clock. damn it to hell. but even though i wanted to break my alarm clock into tiny little bitty pieces, i couldnt help but get ready with a smile on my face. todays gonna be awesome. seeing as how i broke Aarons nose, im almost sure that hes not going to be botherin me anymore. and then today is also a friday. the last day of the schoolweek. im going to the mall with katie today so that i can brighten my highlights and get some clothes and stuff. katies going to get her hair like hailey from paramore.
i couldnt help but singing love drunk all the way downstairs. my dad was actually in the kitchen( hes normally gone before i get up) so i ran the rest of the way and jumped on my dad. he picked me up and swung me around. "dad, i love you". " i love you too sweetheart. but is there a reason your so happy this morning? it doesnt have anything to do with that boy yesterday does it?" man my mother could gossip. "no dad theres no reason that im happy. but im bringing Max over later and we are going to take the Lamboughini to the mall." " max isnt a boy is it?" gosh my dad. couldnt help but love him. "no dad, Max is a girl" "okay then honey, remember the cash is in th place okay" okay dad love you." ther "place" was a place that only my family knew about. although all of our workers love our family and get paid handsomely, my dad just doesnt want anyone else to know where we keep the money thats in our house. i grabbed a banana and walked up the hallway to the elevator. i went to my room then into my closet. i walked to the deepest part of my closet and opened the trapdoorr. i climbed into it and walked to the first bed that was in the room. i lifted up the matress and took out 2 stacks. ireally didnt know how much money to spend because my mother usually insists on having my stylist pick out clothes for me. i finally went back downstairs and went into my car. Max would be the first person i ever INVITED to my house. she would be really surprised. i resumed my singing of love drunk all the way to school. i saw rillo waiting for me in front of the school. i came an hour early so that we could discuss tactics. he was a really cool dude but i would rather not be seen with him. and he feels the same way i do./ " hey Rillo" i said with a grin on my face. "hey Z, how did you sleep?" this was a joke that we had since on morning i was complaining about wanting to just go back under my 3000 tthread count comforter made with egyptian cotton and my goose feather pillows. " i slept well thank you" and then i smiled. Rillo tends to make me do that alot. "so back to business ms Z. i heard about Aarons broken nose" he said with a laugh. "yea i wouldnt have had to break his nose if you wouldve given me the warning that he was going to follow me to my house. then my mom wouldnt have told my dad that im seing 'a handsome young fellow'". at this, Rillo was practically rolling on the floor laughing. " you punched him in the nose?he said he got it at practice. and i honestly didnt know he was going to follow you. but i can make up for it." he had finally stopped laughing. "how?" "well , the guys might lay low for a while cuz somehow they figured out that you knew about the bet. his voice held accusation in it. " what are you trying to imply monsieur? and what do you mean 'might'"? " i not implying anything. im saying that you told Aaron that you knew about the bet seeing as how Aaron is the one who asked about it. and i say might because these guys are really persistent. especially when it comes to girls,cars, and bets. and seeing as how this involves all of the above, your basically screwed if you thought you were off the hook." i studied Rillos face as he said all of this. his face flashed with anger, annoyance, and some other stuff that seemed muddled together. " hey rillo, thank you for the information and i would love to sit here and argue and discuss and whatnot, but its 10 mins before people start arriving and i need something to eat so heres my number and you can call me later k." it wasnt a question. it was a statement. i took a pen from out of my transformers bookbag and scribbled my number on a scratch piece of paper i also found in my bookbag. i handed the paper to him. " nice handwriting" he said as he tucked the paper into his pocket. "are you reffering to my grafitti style of writing?" i asked him. he just smirked ant turned and walked away. whatever. i thought to myself. i needed some food and some candy. i havent even started to fill my sugar quota for the day.
