Once Upon A Slap

(12) "If I Want Her I Will Have Her. You Will Lose." Wait What?

I rifled through my closet, trying to find something suitable for today. I really should have gotten off of my lazy butt and done the laundry during the weekend.Sometimes I make the stupidest decisions even when I know I'm going to regret them.

After countless minutes of rummaging for clean, matching and weather suitable clothing, I found the perfect thing to wear. I chose a chalk coloured paneled lace tank and paired it with ripped, medium-light wash jeans. I completed the effortless chic look with Toms.

The thing I loved about my outfit was that I could pair it with just about any type of shoes and be guaranteed a match. So, I chose the gorgeous and colourful Toms that I had purchased last year.

I hopped over to my vanity, pulling out my makeup kit and applying what's necessary. I applied a dark shade of lipgloss, some blush here and there, along with mascara. I also threw in some eyeshadow and eyeliner.bI straightened my hair hastily and pulled a face. I could have done something better with my hair, although today I was too happy to care.

Sports season was starting from this day forth. In my school, there is a different sport each month. Starting now, this month's sport would be badminton. I was definitely trying out. I may be nerdy at times and even girly, but I was also sporty. A mix of all three, you could say.

I considered it a gift, as I couldn't be labelled and am able to do anything without being judged. I loved not being part of the stereotypical cycle my school seemed to live in. It was nice being different.

I was nerdy because I was smart, even though I hated school and the work that came along with it. I was sporty because I loved being outdoors and getting exercise. I was popular because I wore the latest trends; not because I wanted to be cool, but because I found them pretty. I also had contacts all over and I was rich. Oh and I also modelled for a while when I was younger.

I was all three; some people call me the perfect mix. I really hope that's the true fact and not that I couldn't keep a steady passion for something. I'm also a bit of a rebel; not afraid to speak my thoughts, even though I sometimes choose to be polite and keep my mouth shut. I also craved adrenaline.

I happily made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I put a slice of brown bread into the toaster and also pulled out a jar of strawberry jam, a butter knife, along with a glass of Tropicana juice. Once the toast came out, I spread the jam evenly over the toast.

I quickly ate my toast and finished my apple juice.

Some days I get so lonely and I wished I had a sibling. It's ironic really, once you have a sibling of your own, you plot of ways to get rid of them and finally live in bliss. When you're sibling-less, you wish that you had one.

At least I have Rexie living in this house with me. Although, she might as well not be living here, as she's always spending her nights over at other boys' houses. Is it bad to want just one reliable and constant person in my life?

I licked my lips; a bad habit I had, along with biting my lips.

I picked up my large, brown, gold patterned, somewhat leather purse and stuffed my books into it. Like all of my other items, I had also bought it from American Eagle. It was gorgeous, casual and large, but not too large. All in all, it was convenient, served it's purpose well and looked good while doing it.

I picked up my phone; checking all of my notifications.

Most were from social media, but I also had one single text from Colin, which made my stomach flutter. Another text was from Cameron, which also made me rather giddy. As if I wasn't happy enough.

I didn't bother with replying, or even checking any of them; as I was seeing all of those people whom texted me today at school. I'll just text back once I'm home.