The Broken Girl (Wattys2016)

Chapter 2

^^Whor- I mean QueenBee^^

"Oh my god! Look at those cuties!" Chloe yells at me. "Chloe you have a boyfriend." I tell her. "Would it at least kill you to act interested, plus Brandon liked Melanie kings profile pic on Facebook. So I can do what I want by checking out, these hotties." Chloe looks at me. "Touché." I say and keep my head looking at the road.

We slow down, coming to a red light.
Until I hear sounds of wolf whistles. I look at my side, to see a couple of guys pull up in a car. I roll down my window, due to Chloe mentally slapping my arm. But she does it slightly so the boys won't see.

The guy in the driver's seat looks up at me and smirks. I roll my eyes.

"Hey there sweetheart." He says. "Hi." I Turn my head to face him.

Holy shit.

His appearance, he has dirty blond hair. It's perfectly whirled over, onto his left side. His perfect white teeth, and his blush colored lips.

I bite the inside of my cheek.

"I don't think I've saw you around before." He smirks. "No?" I ask sarcastically. "No. I haven't but I would of remembered a pretty face like yours. I'm sure you would of remembered a hot face like mine." He give another smirk. "No. Sorry to hurt your ego but I wouldn't of. I don't tend to remember playa's." A smirk creeps on my face.

Before he can reply, Chloe has carried on due to the green light.

"What the fuck." She says. "What?" I shrug. "You could of, grabbed there number or something. I mean I would of wanted to see them again, since I didn't get a good enough look." She sighs. "Sorry, bish." I roll my eyes. "Oh hey, did you text your mom. Asking too stay at mine? You know how she'll end up freaking out. Like usual then your grounded and I'm stuck, with no one." She rants on. "Chloe. You have Brandon, and my mom probably won't care anyway." I roll my eyes, amused. "Fine, but if you get grounded again. I'm so not helping you climb out the window again." I hear the frustration in her voice.

A smile comes comes onto my face as o remember that. I shake those thoughts away.

"So what exactly are we gonna do today?" I ask. "Well we're going to mine, and then I'm pretty sure. We can go out tonight, like," she pauses waiting for me. I gasp and look at her. "CLUBBING!" We both yell.

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"I don't get it. Elena, it's Damon! It will always be Damon. Screw Stefan." I yell at the T.V. "Hey! There's nothing wrong. With mr. Stefan Salvatore." Chloe comments. "I know. I'm just saying. Like elena says, it's always going to be Stefan though. HAHA!! LIES!!! SO MUCH LIES!!!!" I say like I'm mad.

Chloe rolls her eyes, and flops herself down onto the couch. I look at her and she looks back.

"Amber." She says. "What?" I say. "How much packets of skittles have you had."

Oooh that's a hard question.

"Well..." I try think. "I had a packet when I got here. I had a packet when you were ordering pizza. I had three packets when you went to the shop for soda. So that's like what?" I tell her. She sighs. "Amber, you've had five packets of skittles. You know what sugar does to you." She laughs. "Oh well. I'm not really a person you should be discussing that with. After all it was Brandon's idea. He suggested you buy me the bag with twelve packs in it. That's how I officially became an addict. " I shrug. "I hate Brandon for that now." She sighs.