Life Is a Mess

Chapter 1

Crediting: mxdnightstar
ticklemepedro
antiheroism
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My life is a true disaster. Ok, I know, I shouldn't be ranting, but, come on, this is what I always have to bear with.

And not just because I am as perfectionist as fuck, but also because I get upset when people don't make full effort to be the best. Last year, I easily defeated Aubrii Linden at a spelling competition. She wasn't that displeased by the loss: she even came and shook hands with me. Naturally, I was also very proud of winning the competition, but since then everything went downhill.

I took part in a Maths competition, and again went to the final stage. My opponent was a girl called Lanyiah, who, other than beautiful, was also smart. Although I easily got distracted by thoughts about her, I managed to win, but it was clear that I struggled. Again, the loser was content. Lanyiah came to shake hands, like Aubrii. However, unlike the previous time, I somehow had trouble handling her reaction.

Needless to say, this has since prompted me to be more competitive. And, no, this is not exactly what I wanted for myself.

Life has always been a competition between me and my half-sister Laycee. We've always fought with each other, and she has always won. Nowadays, I want to change things. I am fed up with losing to my own sister. She gets popularity, affection from my parents, the hottest guys. I get... nothing.

But, speaking of guys, I may be content of the current situation. I'm not the kind of girl who is desperate for any guy. There's one who catches my attention, though. His name is Felix Halston and he attends my Art class. I can't say he's the typical eye candy, but the way he holds the pencil or lets the brush glide on the canvas makes me blush. Literally.

Oh, come on, Lindsay. There is absolutely no need to behave like that! I am pathetic, aren't I? I know. I should stop daydreaming and start reacting.

What people don't get is that he is so damn hot and takes art. It's the perfect combination. When Felix stands next to things he's painted or drawn, I find it hard to distinguish which is more artful: Felix or the art itself. Cliché, I know. But, it's how it is. When I see his parents, I have the greatest need to fall onto my knees and thoroughly thank them for bringing such a perfect specimen to life. What can I say? I appreciate beautiful things.

But, what's bad is that no-one else notices. It's such a pity that guys like him are ignored in favor of the popular quarterback or bad boy or even class president. Though, it's also good for me. At least, I don't get to share my affection for him with those attention seeking bitches.

However, what worries me is that Caiyah and Leighla, my friends, don't quite understand this. They don't think he is the right guy for me. They believe he is too much of a day-dreamer, too distracted, too... lost in his thoughts. But a guy can't just be too lost in his thoughts. He's just... how can I say this? He's immersed in them.

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"Normal boys don't think that much," Caiyah tells me one day over a tub of frozen yogurt. She shoves her plastic spoon into the container and sighs, splashing droplets of melted yogurt on my couch. "I mean, what the hell could be going on in his head? He could be a fucking psychopath."