Alex's Bet

It Burns! It burns!

"Like OMFG! He is SO sexy, gorgeous and amazingly hot. His sexy eyebrows and body is worth dying for. I would die for him 500 times, if that was possible. His winks and smiles are so bright its blinding me. I saw him first and claimed it as mine. MINE! He doesn't have a 4 pack, not a 6 pack- but an effing 8 pack," I fangirled.

Who wouldn't? Arabian guys are the hottest guys in the whole middle east. And here I am questioning about what I am doing with my life.

"He is like another Zen Milk," claimed Nikita. Yup, I would have to agree with that statement.

Well you see, Nikita and I were discussing about hot and sexy Arabian guys. They are die worthy. When I grow older, I will marry one.

"That's the best part. If we can't have the Zen Milk, there are more duplicates of him. So we have one for every fan girl. Sadly, they don't match him perfectly. No one can beat Zen Milk," claimed Liv. Where did she come from?

"Um... how do you here our conversation?" asked Nikita, a little wierded out.

Liv then thought about how she came here. Wait don't tell me! She came here to listen.

"No, I was giving the teacher my handout. I finished it early," she calmly stated. Then she left to her seat.

I thought you could come up with better excuses, Liv. What have I been teaching you? I placed my palm at my forehead. Is it me or is Nikita looking a little red. Never mind that.

"Where was I? Oh hot Arabian guys. My mom said that I could marry them. I was like 'mom, if I am going to be a part of arranged marriage, you better get a hot, sexy, rich Arabian guy for me to marry.' And guess what! She actually started researching on that. Calling every relative she knew. It is a dream come true." I fantasized. I am lucky to have a mom like mine's. My cliché life is becoming real.

Alex's Mental Checklist on Marrying Hot Guys

Got a hot guy? Not yet.

Is he Arabian? Better be.

Is he rich? Duh, of course he is.

Does he own mansion and like 5 Mercedes? He is rich. What do you expect?

Is he kind and loving? How am I supposed to know? I did not meet him yet!

There. My mental checklist is almost done. Am I too young for marriage? Well, yeah. I'm still in 8th grade and 13. Why else would I be fantasizing?

What, can I get married now? They did that in the old times. Around the 1960s and around that time.

"You are lucky, Alex," interrupted Nikita. How dare she? I was dreami- oh that's not part of the script? Oh. Wait what script? What the hell am I thinking about. Well, that's what I get for watching a don't judge me video featuring hot Arabian guys.

"I know. I have the best mom in the world," I boasted. NIkita then gave me a dirty look.

"Right and I never heard a complaint about your mom coming from your mouth," retorted Nikita. Now that you think about it, I kinda do.

I looked at Nikita. I feel like I heard a pin drop. Now this is kinda awkward. Stop staring at me Nikita! I turned away from the awkwardness.

"Retarded, stop talking about your boyfriend. No one cares if you have one," said Sky. So now he wants to butt into the conversation. Stop bothering me and my fantasies that will never come true.

"No one was really talking to you, Sky. This is my life and dreams I am discussing about," I said and then looked shock.

Sky looked very angry and annoyed. Is he jealous? Na. He can't be, right?