✔️ Love, Boys And A Whole Lot Of Trouble (Complete)

Chapter 1: Some terrible news and a plan.

Hi, my name is Amelia Jackson and I'm gonna murder you. Probably. You know those days when you wake up and just want to kill someone? Yeah... Well, this is one of those days. 

It may be TMI, but I woke up today thinking that absolutely everything was normal. Then, the cramps started. Stupid period. Right now, I'm tossing and turning trying to get rid of these stupid, monthly pains. But... for some reason shuffling around into strange continually changing positions never works, and to be honest, I'm just too lazy to get my heating pad. But I swear down, the first person to come into my room will die.

I will personally stab them. 

Yes, I'm sorry if I'm acting weird. Well, I'm not sorry, but I do have some valid excuses. Well, first, (as you know) I'm on my period. Secondly, my brother and some other person were up all night making A LOT of noise... playing video games, of course. What else?

Even though I've had, like, no sleep, I don't think I'm that crazy. Oh crap, another wave of cramps, I swear it feels like someone is in my stomach dragging nails down the interior lining. Some type of wolverine shit. Am I right when I say that girls should definitely NOT be punished for NOT being pregnant? Like why?

Even though my life is quite crappy, one thing to be thankful for is the fact that no one can see me right now. Drowned in tissues and even my own tears, while (of course) watching Twilight. I'll be the first to say that I'm not normally this emotional but Twilight is so moving. 

I'm so team Jacob, like so team Jacob. 

Oh, and I guess I'm thankful that it's a weekend. It's Saturday and I don't have to go to school. School. Those bloody seven crappy hours of our lives. Frankly, it's both my favourite mnemonic and the only one I can actually remember.

Instead, I am having a Twilight marathon! By myself... I really love my life. 

"Levi? Amelia? Honey pops, come on down! I have a surprise for you two!" My mom called from the stuffy kitchen. I dislike my mom at times like this? Doesn't she know that I'm trying to watch a movie? Like honestly.

"Mom, I am serious if you call me that again I will run away. You're so annoying." Levi yells from next door. 

Ughhh, Levi. My twin brother (aka one of the biggest man-whores I've ever met) is in his room probably doing nothing but watching some stupid inappropriate movie. He is older than me by a total of 3 minutes and, believe it or not, has never let me forget it.

Sadly, (unlike me) he is quite popular in school. He plays for the school's football team and has like thousands of friends and even more worshippers. Not to mention, he's one heck of a ladies man. Yet, he and his dumb (yet somehow upsettingly hot) friends treat girls like actual trash. Absolute TRASH. 

They're all a bit like my cute cat, named 'Hump 'em Dump 'em', Humpy for short. That's his name and life motto. But then again, that's only to be expected of the stereotypical school players. They weren't all 'bad boys' necessarily, but they were all very suave and charismatic. 

As much as I hated to, I dragged myself up from my bed and went down the stairs to the kitchen. I was safely wrapped in my favourite fluffy blanket. I probably looked like a certifiable mess, streaky makeup and mascara running down my face. 

 Whatever my mom had to say, I wasn't looking forward to it. Mom's surprises were never that good and somehow always consisted of my brother going out with his friends and getting drunk. Then somehow, he gets me dragged into the following lecture. 

"Amelia, you should be more responsible," and all that shit. 

The conniving bitch. However, seeing my brother looking like a zombie with a massive headache the next day made it worth it.