The Boyfriend Diaries

18) You know, normal people call that fate

    Chapter Eighteen: You Know, Normal People Call That Fate

    “You did what?” Melissa fumed, both her hands clutched tightly onto my shoulders as she shook the confession out of me. My brain felt like it had just been thrown into a washing machine, if she wasn't careful she'd end up giving me brain damage.

    “Stop shaking me!” I shouted in her face. She ignored me and just stared with eyes as wide as beach balls. Students were rushing past us in the end-of-school rush hour and here we were frozen in the hallway, with Liss close to shaking me into a seizure.

    “You girls aren't scrapping like cats again, are you?” Adam tutted, seeming to appear out of no where. He was alone, which was unusual. Ryan was nearly always clung to his side at this time of the day before they separated to go home. Perhaps he was ill. Eh, what did I care? “Woah, Shay what happened to your face?”

    I groaned loudly. If one more person comments or even just stares at me for longer than two seconds I'm going to explode into a screaming fit. There was a giant purple bruise on my face, like some infected overgrown spot that I'd popped and picked, get over it!

    Melissa finally let me go and gawked at Adam. “Shayenne ran away from home, got into a fight and slept out all night in someone's garden with a guy!”

    I rolled my eyes. “Melissa you make it sound a lot worse...and dirtier might I add, than it actually was.”

    “Ooooh,” Adam suddenly squealed, peering around Liss's bouffant mane of hair to wink at me. “Sounds like the beginning of a dangerous, hot romance. I love those movies.”

    “Ew! Guys, gross!”

    “So who is this guy?” Adam asked.

    “A bad boy!” Melissa pitched in.

    “Test subject number three, actually.” I told them both as I turned and walked down the hallway, heading towards the girls' bathroom.

    “You're doing it again.” She informed me. Referring to my accent slipping from my normal Yorkshire accent into the Irish one I used for my Ally disguise. I had been doing it all day. It had earned me some rather suspicious looks from my parents last night while I was trying to explain what I was doing out so late. I was pretty sure the both of them were planning to ship me to another country as we speak.

    “Sorry! I can't help it, I had to do it all yesterday. It's hard to get out of it.”

    “Well I like Nathan.” Liss cooed, nodding off to dreamy-land once again. See, seriously disturbing fetish with bad boys. She needs help, cause hanging around those kind of boys gave you black eyes, and an extended sentence of grounding from your parents, now tell me what's good about that?

    “You would.” I sneered.

    “He does sound hot.” Adam pondered.

    “Show him the picture! The picture you took, the one in the diary.”

    I didn't even get chance to say anything as Liss dove into my bag and fished for the blue diary, practically tearing it open to the front page where his picture was stuck and thrust it into Adam's face. There was an appreciative pout on his lips at what he saw.

    “Damn, he is hot.” Then he flicked through the pages and began to read his profile. “Likes fighting and biking? Confident and funny...arrogant and sarcastic when provoked? Woof, woof.” Adam burst out into a fit of giggles and began fan-girling along with Melissa. “I'd say he's your front runner so far, don't you, Melissa? Forget the other two, I say direct this girl to the skate-park and let 'em have at it.”