Rihanna is a normal teenage girl. She's popular, and has a way of charming her way into people's hearts.
More specifically, half the population of boys at Tulip Academy.
She can't help but wonder why she has all the attention, when all she would l...
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Loran's eyes widened.
"No, you're kidding right." "Ri, you could end up getting hurt, you know how horrible that boy can be, no matter how gorgeous he is." She said.
I rolled my eyes, "But it's a great idea."
"Sure, if this was some sort of a book, then it would be a great idea, but it's not." She answered.
"Oh come on Lo, I need your blessings to continue with this plan." I said, making my signature pouty face.
"Fine." She said, facing the front of the classroom.
***
That day when I got home, the first thing I did was change into the most comfortable sweats I could find and my tank top. Then it was down to business.
Aka, getting on my Mac and watching Netflix with my sacred pack of skittles by my side.
Of course after that was done, came the real business. I logged on to my Facebook account and searched up Kyle Pearson.
"Ha!" I exclaimed when I found him.
I popped a red skittle into my mouth and scrolled through Kyle's page. There was a bunch of stuff about football, him being the quarterback, and some pictures of him and his family.
My family and his are close and so they come over to our house a lot. We have dinners, which usually don't end up well for me and Kyle.
Most of the time he would just end up sitting in my game room playing on the PS3 the whole time. I used to play with him but he got jealous of how I would always win against him and ended up hiding the other controller.
Since that day, I hadn't been able to find it. Anytime I would ask for it, he'd just laugh and get on with his game.
Now, I know I could've just bought another controller but that controller was my favorite since it had a big Darth Vader sticker on it. And I was a stubborn kid.
My parents were rarely around, since they were famous business figures, they had to be out of town most of the time.
It wasn't like they didn't love me or anything, they did take care of me and call me once in a while, they just didn't have the time to be at home. But I understood and constantly reminded them of how I would be okay alone.
The funny thing was, I didn't really remember most of my childhood, it was really just a big blur. It kind of all just stopped once I reached Thirteen.
Loran just said that it was because I had a really bad memory but I knew it was something else, since she would always look away when she said it.
