Hey guys! To those who are new to this story, thank SO much for reading this ahead of Finding Mr. Mafia. That is the sequel.
To those who are rereading, I'm flattered, even though I highly doubt anyone's rereading my work. You might notice that the story's a little bit different. It's going through reconstruction. I'm editing the whole story and changing quite a bit. PLEASE HELP ME!! If you see any mistakes, bad spelling or grammar, or typos or anything, please comment and tell me. I would highly appreciate that.
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Chapter 1
" Another boring day. Sometimes I wish my life would change, you know, turn more interesting." I told Phillip, my best friend since forever.
" Maybe you should try give the boys a chance, saying yes to one." Phillip said, his brown hair blowing every direction possible. He's tall, towering over, which is a good thing since we're walking home from school in Minnesota in the middle of January. January is the coldest time of the year, but it is pretty romantic though: the knee high snow glittering like all the diamonds in the world, the icicles everywhere.
" Hello, earth to Zoey." I realized that I had stopped walking." You were in space again. did you say ' hi' to the aliens for me?" he gushed sarcasticly." As I was saying before you left me blabbering on like an idiot, why don't you let a guy take you out."
" I will. It's just that the right guy haven't ask me out. I want to be available when he asks."
" Who's the guy?"
" I don't know." I shrugged nonchantly. It gets on his nerves whenever I don't tell him what I'm with holding information. To my surprise, Phillip kept on bugging me. He's persistent this time, until I shoved a cookie in his mouth when we were at my house.
I'm middle class, not rich not poor. The outside of my house is baby blue with a big tree and a treehouse my dad, Phillip, and I built 7 years ago. We hang out inside my house because as much as I liked the tree house, it's like walking inside an icebox in the winter. We were texting our next evil scheme to each other because you never know who's stalking you right now. They might be outside my window listening and I'm not taking chances of anyone eavesdropping on our plot to get back at the principal. My mind drifted back to our conversation on the walk.
" Who are you dating right now?" I decided that this subject was safe enough that it wouldn't really matter if my stalker heard or not.
" Lindsay," He replied carelessly. Phillip has a new girlfriend every other week, so he isn't really a player. Girls know that, but they still go out with him only to get heartbroken later. I guess they can't help themselves. I mean Phillip is hot. Like I mention before he's tall, as in 6'2" tall with brown hair and bright green eyes that goes well with his vibrant personality. He's in the ice hockey team- captain of the Burnsville highschool varsity ice hockey team actually, so he's very muscular with an 8 pack abs. Now, before you judge, I am NOT his stalker- there are other people who are, though. I just happen to swim with him in the summer.
All together, he's hot and popular. So why is he not hanging with his hot and popular friends? We met when we were still young and foolish- HA, like we actually grew up- at the age of 7. My family stopped moving from place to place every few months or so. Mainly because I threw a tantrum big enough that if Osama Benladin were to held me hostage, he'd let me free just to get rid of me. Or kill me.
Phillip lived next door to me. My family had forced me over to say hi. I'm glad they did, otherwise I wouldn't have met Phillip. But back then, I didn't enjoy Phillip's company.
--------------------------------- Flashback to 8 years ago------------------------------------
Mom knocked on the door of our new neighbor. I don't get why we even try to talk with our neighbors. It's not like we're going to stay here very long. I think we should just keep to ourselves and not get attached. It's better this way because when we leave, it won't hurt as much. It's like the longer the bandaid stay on your skin, the more painful it will be when you rip it off. Mom said I'm being a smart Alec when I tried to tell her that.
The door open to reveal a lady about mom's age and a boy. Ew, it's a boy. Boys are so gross. They has cooties. I told this to my mom only to be rewarded with her looking at me funny.
" What?" I asked her with a hand on my hip." It's true!"
I felt
he's a sweet friend and choose to hang with me instead.
We went separate ways to practice.
Right, I forgot. I'm also in a sport team. Captain of Burnsville highschool swimming team.( and no it's not one of those idiot swimmer who swims in a frozen lake. We have indoor swimming pool) When I arrived, I changed and headed to the swimming pool to strecht. Half the team was there, already stretching. I'm flexible and went to this yoga thing with my mom once so i'm proud to say I know a little yoga. So it made sense that my stretch is a little more complex than the others. As always the boys stares like they always do these past year when I stretch. I don't know why, but I got used to it.
After the rest of the team and the coach got here we started to swim for about 3 hours.
After pratice, I grabed my towel and was about to go the girl's lockers room when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around, facing Nick, the hottest guy on the team. He have blue eyes, blond hair, very muscular and very nice.
" Hi Zoey" He said nervously. I wonder what's wrong. He's usually confident.
" Hey Nick"
" Um.. I uh was wondering if you uh like to go out with me" He said the last part really fast. Nick was stammering and now blushing. Aaawww, he's so cute. I usually say no because the other guys who ask me out are very confident, superior like a JERK, but then I thought about what Phillip said. Maybe my life needs another boy beside Phillip. I look at NIck and said
" Sure I'd love to" Then I turned around and walk towards the girls's locker room. As soon as the door swing shut, a happy yes echo the entire school.
When I got home, my mom and dad was there, sitting at the dinner table, waitinn for me. we had lasagna and breadstick. When I stood up to leave, my dad said" Zoey, sit down we need to talk"
I look my dad to see seriousness in his eyes. uhoh. What did I do? I search my mind looking for a reason. I got nothing. I'm a straight A's student and was raised right to stay out of trouble. I did nothing wrong.
" It's OK honey, you're not in trouble." my mom reasured me. I sigh, releived." Your dad got a promotion." She said, barely containing her excitement," We're moving to Florida."
WHAt? They can't do this to me. I just let a boy take me out since a long time. It's like I'm not supposed to date, ever.
"WHAT?"
