Trouble's Favorite

Chapter 15

Days passed by and things started to get hectic in school. Balancing my time between academics and volleyball practices is already quite impossible. Practices are after dismissal time, Mondays to Saturdays. I couldn’t believe other athletes could even survive this kind of life. I rarely even open my books. Right after practices, I went straight home and sleep… and sometimes I wouldn’t even eat dinner.

Examinations are over, yet I still couldn’t even relax because of the stupid practices. Hopefully, I wouldn’t regret joining this team as I’ve said before. I’m worried about my grades, and mom would kill me if I fail some of my tests. Okay, a test.

Despite the fact that school’s a living hell for me, there are still things that made me enjoy going to school. My friends, volleyball team, and—Promenade! Recently, the school’s administrators announced that prom’s within the month. No specific time, date, and all—but who cares? It’s just within the month and days pass by so fast.

     “I think we need to go shopping!” Maki suggested as she flipped the pages of a magazine filled with beautiful gowns and dresses.

     Megan tsk’d and rolled her eyes, leaning on the table with her arms crossed. “Don’t be too excited, Mak. Prom’s too far away. We’ve got a lot of time to prepare.”

     “Ugh, fine. But we gotta go shopping together, missies!” she replied.

     Dona was eating the chocolate chips she bought earlier, while I was trying to figure out what to wear for prom.

     “This year’s theme’s Black and White,” Maki informed, “Lousy colors. Whoever chose those colors have a very lousy fashion sense.”

     “No way! Black and White’s cool! They blend perfectly,” I told her.

     “Yeah. They blend perfectly,” she sarcastically told me. “Just like how Drake and that bitch are. Incredibly perfect!” she told me, as she pouted her lips, pointing at the direction opposite to where we were sitting.

      Dona, Meg, I turned our heads in unison to look at the person Maki was referring to. Just when I thought school was getting better, I feel like going home and lock myself up in my room and break all the things I’ll find.

     There’s no way Drake is talking to that bitch. It’s not new to see a popular and a popular talk with each other. But there’s no way Drake would ever talk to her. And when I say bitch, there’s only one person I’m referring to. Jazmin Anderson.

     Jazmin’s the cheerleading captain. I hate to say this but she’s actually really pretty. She has a good body that I’ve been wishing for and she never fails to set up traps to let guys fall for her. Ever since I came to this school, I told myself to never mess with her. Not that I am scared or something, it’s just that I don’t wanna waste my time on her. She’s not worth it. I’ve had few encounters with her, though, which of course includes her hating me for being Kean’s puppy— as what she calls me.

     Jazmin was flirting with Drake. Drake, on the other hand, I could tell… was enjoying her company. Jazmin’s body was really close to Drake’s. Is there even a little space left? How could these two get so horny in school?

     There’s only one thing I wanted to do right now, and that is to kick both of their ass! Why does Drake have to participate with what that girl’s doing? Their faces are nearly touching, why can’t they just talk while maintaining that so-called personal space?!

     …And why am I so annoyed? It’s none of my business, anyway. But why the hell do I give a damn on what they are doing?

     Ugh Drake, you’re driving me crazy!