Against The Notorious Bad Boy

Against The Notorious Bad Boy: Thirteen

                                                ATNBB: Thirteen

Waking up for me is a big ordeal but now it seems like an easy thing for me to open my eyes at bright amber sunlight and get up from my cosy big bed. I still have that nervous ease within my stomach from last night’s events and the phone call. I’m still wondering whether to accept the fact our group will crumble like tiny pieces of chocolate cookies or stay solid as a rock.

I took a quick shower, hoping it will erase my not so bothered mood; with a quick change of clothes, I go into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks – shock to see Alex eating a piece of toast. I quietly sat down as the whole atmosphere was silent – it wasn’t awkward but almost comfortable, I say almost because he kept glancing at me a few times.

“Morning,” I murmured after a while. He didn’t say anything back so I decided to have toast as well – I try to not stare at him especially at his outfit. A white vest that hugged his muscles tightly, his hair was completely dishevelled and bright blue jeans and glasses. Wait, glasses?

I did retake to stare at his face. “Yes, I have glasses on my face,” he said. SO cute! I thought. I just said that Alex Jones looked cute, what is the world turning into to?

“You kinda look okay.” Our eyes connected, I felt my cheeks burn red. I look away to see Penelope and Brody walking in the kitchen as well. “Morning, sexy,” Brody wiggled his eyebrows at me and of course, Penelope elbowed him in his ribs. I chuckled as she smiled at me and looked past me to the person behind me.

I could feel Alex’s gaze like a burning hole through my body. I took that opportunity to eat my toast as fast as I can and leave the kitchen. I stood up, bumping myself to the counter – taking my bag swiftly. “Well, will you look at the time?” I say, checking my wrist even though there wasn’t a watch on it. “Bye.” It was obvious I didn’t want to spend any more time within the kitchen area because of Alex and he may bring up yesterday’s events and my mind is still whirling as I think. I fled out the door, as my feet started to walk down the lane – I search through my bag and to call Gina if she had arrived at school. The phone started to ring, praying that she would answer.

“Hey, Kar,” her cheery voice came through.

“Gina, are you at school yet?”

“Nope but I’m about to leave. Why?”

“Just wandering if you want to walk with me as I decided to leave the house.”

“Okay, meet at old banner’s park.” With that, she hang up. I paced down the lane, to see the park – the one place my dad use to take me to when I was just little. OH, how I miss those memories of dad, I thought.

I could see a brunette already waiting there, as I got closer – that girl was Gina. But her appearance is more shocking – black round rings around her eyes, her eyes red from what I think; crying and her face looked blank. I rushed over, wrapping my arms around her – she reluctantly hugged back. Gina started to cry in my chest, her screams muffled by the fabric and with people passing by staring at the scene in front of them. One guy, a hobo stopped and stared at us. “Shows over, buddy,” I tell him firmly. He walks away, not before winking at me – urgh, men. She stopped crying and got off me – she reached for her handbag for tissue; still shaking with tears leaking out of her eyes.

“What happened, Gina?” I queried, forgetting we’ll be late for school. She took her time to answer, staring ahead. “I lost him because I said I didn’t love him,” she replied. “But I do. He’s like no – one else and to me he is my prince charming except without all the fairytale rap and evil step mother-” I let out a giggle at her explanation; she describes Blake in a different way – almost like he is a different person because in school, he’s closed off.

“I kinda get what you mean. All girls and I mean all girls dream of that fairytale with one prince as their soul mate together forever,” I continued. “Watching Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast – you can’t help but think you want to be like that but in reality is that girls cannot get the chance to dress in big gowns, have beats for a prince, be pricked by needle to sleep easily; however Gina, your feelings for Blake is real to you to any girls in school to understand and you now losing him – more of a painful loss.”

“Do you think I can get him back before it’s too late?” She asks hopefully. I stare at light blue sky for answers but knowing it’s not gonna give me any. “I don’t know,” I repeat. “I don’t know.” She sighs and stands up, holding her bag. “C’mon, we’re already late.” With that, she tugs my arm with her and chats about prom – totally forgetting we just spoke about her feelings. I actually think she is two different people; one, happy and two, sad. My friends are such weirdos; it’s unreal how I’m friends with them.

SHort, I know but the next piece is long. SO do you think Gina has completely lost Blake and what's up with Alex wearing glasses? ANd do you think Brody has a chance with Kara?

- P xoxox. Vote, Comment and Fan!