Lovestruck

Chapter 1

Mom and dad where fighting again. Loudly.

This happens a lot, of course. Their fierce screams bolt through the house, threatening my ears. I can usually block it out with some music or ear plugs. But not today. I close the lid of my laptop with my shaky hands and start pacing along my room, chewing at my manicured nails with stress. I do this a lot when I'm nervous, it's a bad habit. The screams get louder and louder and I start to hear the deafening crunch of smashing plates.

That's it. I can't take this anymore.

Grabbing my coat, I rush downstairs. I sprint straight past them and they probably don't even notice, they're too caught up in some pathetic argument about money. I whip open the door and run out into the open; the cold air nips at my skin but I don't care. I just run.

The noise fades as I reach the end of my lane and slump onto a peeling bench with dicks and random words scrawled into the damp and mouldy wood. I roll my eyes at some of the shit written on the bench. I'm so happy to be away from the noise, yet so sad that it happened in the first place. I drop my head in my hands and let my waist-length chocolate brown hair tumble in all directions, looking scruffy and bad like is just been electrocuted. I still didn't care. Nobody was around to see me... I thought so, anyway.

"What's up chupa chup?" A playful voice asks. I swivell my head round to face the owner of this damn sexy voice.

"Fucker, he's FiT!" I hiss to myself quietly, straightening out my straggly, knotted, hair. He's still rude and flirty. I can't stand jerks like that, they think everyone loves them just because their appearance.

"Who are you and why Chupa chup?" I sneer rudely then suddenly clamp my hands over my mouth, preventing myself from further embaressment. Let's just say that i'm not great with new people...

"Wohaa, fiesty. I like it." He winks, pushing his shiny hazlenut hair out of his face. I roll my eyes and cross my arms, refusing to meet his gaze. Idiots like him don't talk to people like me. It's just not how it works in the 'popularity' food chain. I wasn't at the bottom, I wasn't at the top. But best bets that he was.

He breaks the silence with the cheesiest pickup line i've ever heard- (trust me, i'm queen cheesy pickup lines.. I have a brother.)

"Chupa chup because you're sweet, my suga." He says in a husky voice, dead serious.

I just about fall off the bench with laughter. It takes me a full five minutes of crying hysterically to recover, and even then my voice is wobbly with amusement..

"Y-you actually...Use....T-that.....Line?" I howl, cracking up again. He shakes his head frowning, arms crossed. He looked pissed.

"Yes," he scoffs, "problem?"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAH." I scream, clutching my stomach. My unnatractive laugh bolting through the village. I realise how loud I am and clamp my hand over my mouth, turning away slightly. His piercing blue eyes lit up as he turned to me.

"Why the sudden change of heart, Suga?" He grins. "Have I won you over?"

I sneer. "Google has better pickup lines than you!"

He pulls a fake hurt face and wipes away a pretend tear on his smooth skin.

"Well if you really feel that way...." He's fake-sobbing now. I roll my eyes, opening my mouth ready to throw back a witty reply, but something stops me.

"JAAAAAAAAY!"A familiar voice coo's. I turn my head.

Stacey? Stacey Rider? My face flushes and alarming shade of pink and I turn my face away from her quickly.