Celeste Hules was not your typical, average teenage girl. She was different. With her life stuck in the past, she has shut everyone out of her life except her best friend.
When the intrigued bad boy Caleb Hawker noticed her, he was determined to f...
"Invest in yourself, you can afford it." - Unknown
CELESTE'S POV:
Beep beep beep
I groaned as I rolled around my bed, my palms automatically coming to my ears to block the sound. You might be thinking, what a bloody cliché moment it is to be waking up with a beeping alarm, it happens in every cliché books that I have read. For real.
Bom! My butt had fallen of the bed, I groaned as I felt the pain capture me.
Beep beep beep
I slammed my fist on the alarm, glaring at it. Wishing I had a hammer with me right now, so I could smash that shit for waking me up and killing my butt. And by the way, who the fuck woke up at 7 am? Jeez.
Oh shit, school!
I pulled myself up and ran towards the bathroom, more like waddled like a painful penguin who has a stick up her ass not before grabbing my outfit for the day.
My butt still hurts.
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I came downstairs to be greeted with the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. Cliché isn't it?
I might hate my dad and his slut but I wasn't gonna refuse the food, after all I fucking love food.
I came into the dining room rolling my eyes as I sat down, I chose to sit the farthest from the two cheating dumps, I've always had.
My dad glanced at me, he was about to speak before he was cut off by the devil herself, "So um how was your morning?", the sound of a cat scratching the window rang out. It was her annoying voice. I avoided both of their eyes and continued with my breakfast not wanting to start shit like I always do. This is why I went out to the forest yesterday.
"Where'd you go yesterday?", she piped up again. I rolled my eyes at her attempt to be nice, her act didn't fool me at all but it did fool my dad. I hated her. She ruined my family.
I heard my dad sigh, before the slut was about to speak, the beeping sounds of a car was heard. We turned to the direction of the car and saw through the window that it was an old Toyota.
Without saying a word, I quickly got up to the door and forced myself into my shoes to run outside, wanting to avoid another argument this morning.
I jumped in the car to hear my best friend Aubrey Brooklyn Blake singing Twenty One Pilots, she's always had a thing for them. I shook my head, a smile bursted from my face.
"Heyooooo, you ugly bitch!", Aubrey exclaimed making me laugh once again. But then I started crying. "Dude, what the hell? You on your period?"
"I hate them, I hate them so much, why did he have to do this", I sobbed like a fucking baby. "Hey hey," She clicked her fingers in front of me, "shhh, it's going to be okay. Remember what we promised each other? We said that we will be going to live on motherfucking Antarctica and experience a frostbite?!", I whacked her on the back of her motherfucking head, "don't joke about this".
"Alright, sorry. You're going to be okay, okay? When you're 18, you'll be able to move out of the house and live somewhere else okay? Just wait. You'll see", her words comforted me. Aubrey's always been the one to cheer me up during rough times especially when mum died.
Aubrey and I had met in Year 3 (third grade) when she saved me from the school's nasty bully, Christian Marker who was a few years older then me. He had wanted my lunch money, when I refused. He was about to slap me when Aubrey kicked him in the balls behind him.
We've been friends since then. My only friend. With girly talks about boys and gossips about girls on the way.
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Arriving at school was the worse morning every school kid had. But for us, not for long because we were going to be graduated next year. We were in Senior Year.
Just as I got out of the car, I saw a shiny black Ferrari rush past me and a sea of squeals, seeing a bunch of girls around the parking lot fixing their hair and applying more makeup on. I instantly knew who they were waiting on for.
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Caleb Hawker, the school's Bad Boy. Hot and Mysterious, not to mention a man-whore who loves to suck the life out of girls and then dump them after sex. Rumour has it that he has slept with 80% of the girls in school. Sluts mostly.
You know those girls with fake platinum blonde hair, baby blue eyes and Botox bee stung lips? Yeah, the barbie squad.
He stepped out of the car, in all his glory. His piercing brown eyes seemed to be glaring at everyone. His hair gleamed in the sunlight. He was in the centre of attention and he knew it. That bad boy loved it. He looked around, searching for something until he landed on me. He smirked his charming smirk. I knew what he wanted.
He wanted me.
I mentally groaned.
Fuck me. _______
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed his chapter! This one was a hard one haha.
When Celeste said Fuck me, she means oh shit. Not like sex fuck me. Got it?
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