Tongue out, booty popping up and down. It's how everyone does it. They move their bodies through the rhythm of the music. I don't really care about the stuff, I mean they can just flunt it everywhere they want. I'm not against it. I don't do it either. I'm just a typical teenage girl who always spend her time with her laptop while listening to the music blasting in her headphones.
I grab my phone, this is new. Someone's calling me. "Mia don't you know your a b*tch. Like everyone knows no boy in this world would want to date you. Uhm maybe because of your lack of boobs and you're freaking weirdo and lets not forget--" I ended the call. It's my 'devil's daughter' of a sister, Gabriel. Aargh! I had enough of her. She's been a Cruella de Vil for as long as I can remember. I chug a cup of americano for the 5th time. I'm at Café de Collins savoring the different kinds of coffee they serve. Yeah, I'm kind of coffeeholic myself, if anyone complains then sue me. Café de Collins is like my holy ground. It's where everyone, student or not meets and didn't have a problem with their differences.
The truth is, I'm really a loner. I'm not like the It girls at school. Like everyone said, I'm a freak, a weirdo. Only my mom and my dad loves me. I'm sounding like a drama queen, damn! I look at my cup, hell it's empty. I needed to order three more cups quick. I quickly went to the counter. "Aria! Aria! I want to order three more cups of americano!" Aria is one of the service crew in here who always takes my order. Instead of Aria, a boy appeared in front of me "Good Afternoon ma'am! Welcome to our friendly café! My name's Rusty and I'll be happy to take your order!" I ordered and went back to my seat. I'm in a middle of a Demi song when someone breaks my trance and joins me in my table. Yeah, in my world I own everything. That's how awesome I am, too bad the world's too dumb to see it. He stared at me. "Who are you and what do you want?"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"No" I said trying to space out the awkward tension
"Wanna be my girlfriend?" I choke. "I know you can't resist me. I can't resist myself either. Damn! I look stunning!" I choke again. Shit what should I do? "Close your mouth dear. You may catch flies." He gently said, smiling.
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Teen FictionTHE END OF TWERK. When TWERK becomes the new 'It Thing', it's mandatory to shake everyone's butts like it's the last. Hold your tears, the end is coming. TRÉ-talk: The title comes from one of Glee Season 5 episode. I started to come up with story fr...
