Unexpectedly

Chapter Six- Nothing Still

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                     I realized how sad the chapter is. Bear with it! >_< I promise it would go back to being funny.

Chapter Six- Nothing Still

                “Hey, sis! I heard about it from Cam.” Jake grinned at me.

                “Go die,” I muttered as I walked past him. I opened the car door and went in, making sure that I’d slam the door.

                He laughed as he stood up to get in the driver’s seat. “It’s hilarious.”

                “Didn’t I tell you to go die? How hard could that be?” I glared at him. But of course, he just laughed. Pissed off, I told him, “Now, now. Don’t you look cute with that black eye?”

                He caught my gaze and sent me a look too. “I still haven’t forgotten about this.”

                I let out a cruel laugh. “Right. How could a person forget about something that is stuck, and will be stuck, in his face for days? Personally, I think it’s too hard to forget something you’ll have with you for a very, very long time.”

                “Oh shut up,” he murmured, as pissed off as I am.

                See why we’re definitely related?

                Here’s what happened. I got called, was asked to go to the AVR, and was forced to do something I honestly did not want to do.  Any guesses? Fine. Mr. and Ms. Intramurals competition. They’re forcing me to represent the year level, alongside with Cam, Dette, and Kent.

                Let me repeat that.

                I’m forced to join the Mr. and Ms. Intrams competition. I mean, my life is already messed up as it is! I don’t need this crappy competition to make my life worse! Ugh. Why don’t they just all go die?

                Mr. and Ms. Intrams. Great.

                Just great.

                I’m seriously considering suicide now. Oh, wait. I think I don’t need to commit suicide. After all, aren’t I already dying this way?

                Ugh.

                Before Jake could even back out of the parking lot, somebody was tapping on the window. Jake and I both looked up. I blinked. A girl. A girl is knocking on our car. A pretty one at that. With long brown hair and glasses.

                “Whoa. Hey, Shea, I completely forgot!” Jake said all of a sudden. “I have this thing to do with Breeze.” He. Was. Shy.