Anti-cupid

FYI 6: drama much?

Playing on the court is a good idea.

But, playing on the court, when your mind is elsewhere? Totally bad idea.

"Natasha!" Maya yelled,"should I give you a fucking wake up call?"

Maya was in her field-mode. So I expected all her glorious profanity shower over me.

"Sorry!" I apologized.

I wanted to take my mind off from all the drama in lunch hour.What was freaking wrong with me?

I broke promise of giving Nathan a tour around school. I spaced out during art class and got kicked out during computer class. Just experiencing a little drama has done so much to me!

How do these girls survive complicated relationships? I seriously need some tips from them.

"Hey cupcake!" Holy shit.

I cringed at that voice.

I introduce you my self proclaimed Prince Charming. Mathew Jones. He literally had waltzed into my life.

My mom was so desperate to make me experience Victorian era. She longed to dress up as a real lady. The era in which ladies were real life Barbie dolls for so called gentlemen. She made me learn slow-dancing and coincidentally Mathew became my partner.

He fell head over heels for me.

Or so he says.

Mathew has been my tail since then. He asked me out numerous times and countless times I turned him down. I always wondered how could he not get tired of me.

"Haven't seen you for a while my trash can! "

His level of optimism is as far as Jupiter.

"Aw..that's so sweet" he came forward to give me a hug.

Maya hates bystanders. Maya hates interrupters. The basketball smashed Mathew's face. For a moment his face was all disfigured. It was the only time in which, I from the bottom of my heart appreciated Maya's rage.

"Miss!" He cried,"watch it"

I've never heard him curse a girl. No, I've never heard him curse. If Mathew were to be in a fictional book, he'd be the guy she left behind. He would have been the good boy.

"Get your diabetic boyfriend outta my way!" Maya shouted in a cowboy accent.

I glared at her and walked out. It just wasn't my day.

"How can you not get tired of me?" Gods, I sounded like some damsel in distress.

"Your my solace-" he recited his romantic poem. I nearly puked out the water I was gulping.

"Quit your sweet talks, oh so mighty Shakespeare"

" I just can't when I see you-"

"Should I plaster your mouth! Shut up" I exclaimed and sat down cross legged.

Suddenly a pair of well build arms held me up in the air by my waist. Only the clear evening sky was visible to me.

"Hey!" Mathew protested,"put her down this instant" 

"Why should I?" Nathan said. I could sense his struggle in his voice. Damn, was I that heavy?