"We are messy and toxic, but together were are perfect."
Mia Williams is thought of being perfect. She's beautiful, smart, and charming. Overall she is liked by everyone. Little does everyone know behind her "perfect" face is a mask she wears. I...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I was twirling my chocolate brown hair that was perfectly curled as I was listening to my friend, Claire, talk about her hook up with a guy named, Brody, Friday night.
"Uh, the whole night was just so hot." She said and by the way, she was talking about I could tell she was replaying the scene in her head.
"Are you going to talk to him again?" I asked slightly annoyed. I know I have no room to judge because of my countless hook-ups with Aaron.
"I don't know, maybe." She said taking a bite of her apple. "How was your night with Aaron Friday?" She nudged my arm playfully and waited for me to tell her the juicy details.
"It was nice," I tell her vaguely. She gave me a look and I could tell my answer was not going to be enough for her.
"Oh come on, You guys have been doing this together, but not together 'thing' for about a year now," Claire said. "There has to be more going on."
"I just don't want to be in a committed relationship," I told her with an aggravated tone. I have never seen Aaron anymore more than a hookup. Sure, he's the total package but the idea of falling in love made me feel sick. What I and Aaron have is strictly physical and no emotions. I like it that way, and so does Aaron. Its been working for us for about a year and I want to keep it that way.
The truth is, I thought love was a joke. Love is just a trick of the mind and you are just in love with the idea of being in love. Falling in love is like asking for your heart to be broken. My mom and dad prove that to me.
I still remember the first time I saw my mom cheating on my dad. I was fourteen at the time; I was supposed to be at a sleepover with one of my friends, but I got sick and wanted to go home. I tried calling my mom but she wouldn't answer. I just figured she was asleep, so my friend's mom took me home. When I was into my house I heard noises coming from upstairs. The noises were coming from my mom's room. The door was cracked I look into it to find my mom with a man that was definitely not my dad. I gasped and my mom heard me and look right at me. She didn't stop and I ran to my room crying.
The next morning my mom walked into my room. I expected her to apologize for what I had to witness. That I had caught her having sex with another man, but she didn't. Instead, she told me to get used to and don't think of her as the bad man because my father cheats on her too.
Ever since then I stop believing in love.
The bell rang and signaling for us to go to class. We got up from the steps of Westside High and began walking up to the doors. My first class was English, which I didn't mind. For the most part, I enjoy English. I like reading classics and writing poetry. Claire was also in English with me. We sat in our usual seats, in the middle of the room, and talked among ourselves until our teacher spoke.
"All right class," Mr. Weaver said, "We are starting a new project today." A couple students groan and waited for him to tell us the project. "Now since its still early in the school year, I want you and your partner to write a biography of each other.
This might be fun. I enjoy writing and with Claire being my partner it will be easy since we basically grew up together.
"But I will be picking your partners." Mr. Weaver said. The whole class started talking about why they couldn't pick their own partners, Including me. "Everyone be quiet!" He yelled. "I will be picking the partners because I want you to get to know someone other than your friends."
"Nina and Caroline"
"Caleb and Hannah"
"Mia and Cameron"
Wait, what? Cameron? As in Cameron Hastings? The delinquent boy who sits in the back of the classroom?
No no. Cameron Hasting is bad news. All I here about him are the countless rumors of him getting into street fights or selling drugs on the side. I have even heard he lives in a meth house.
He is such a freak.
"Um, Mr.Weaver?" I said while putting my hand up. "Is there any way I can change partners?" I asked nicely and gave him my best beg face.
"What's wrong with Cameron?" Mr.Weaver said challenging me to answer.
"It's just-" Before I could finish my sentence, Cameron interrupted me.
"Don't worry the feeling is mutual, I don't want to write about a shallow bitch," Cameron said, looking right at me. I couldn't help my mouth hang down as I stare at him with shock at what he just said. A couple students gasp, while other giggle a little. I felt the redness of my cheeks as I sat there embarrass while all eyes were on me, as everyone waited for me to say a comeback. For my luck, Mr.Weaver spoke up.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Cameron!" He yelled. "Detention! Now!"
Cameron's facial expression held annoyance as he was backing his things into his book bag. He slung his book bag over his shoulder and heard him muffled a 'whatever.' He took one more glance at me and shook his head while walking out the door.
I could not help but sit there, baffled at what just happened. He had absolutely no reason to talk to me like that. I have never even spoken to Cameron before. The rumors I heard about him being a charmer was defiantly not true. I did learn one thing about him today.
Cameron Hasting is a total douche.
Unlucky for me, I have to write a biography about him.
A/N
Hey, guys!! I just wanted to thank everyone that took the time to read, vote, and comment on my story it really means a lot to me. I would also like to apologize for all the grammar mistakes. I tried to fix all the ones I caught but I am not perfect! I had a lot of ideas for this story but I am also open to suggestions. I am sorry if this story is little rusty but I promise it will get better I promise. This is my first story!
