Prologue
"If things don't turn out what you planned it doesn't mean God wants you to lose and quit. Maybe he has got a better thing planned for you rather than what you planned for yourself"
Meet Adam Parker who thinks his every observation...
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Edited 01/08/2017. Chrissy constanza on side!!!! ***********
I had my needed nice sleep yesterday. When we were doing breakfast, Dad kept on telling about what a great doctor was Mr. Daniel Hemsworth. According to Dad, he is great with patients and has a vast knowledge. Well, Dad and He became friends really fast. Dad told how they would be working together on some case which, by the way I totally ignored because the pancake in front of me was much more appealing than any surgery. And top it up with candied bacon, you slip in heaven. Yum!!!
After picking up Samantha, we made our way to school with constant complaining from her side about how she didn't get any sleep yesterday because of her freaking-pregnant-sister who was high on craving at night. There was no one in the house except them. And she had to get everything her sister wanted. Geez!!! Good, I don't have a pregnant elder sister!!
We reached school in no time. After getting things from my locker, I made my way to English class. I saw people talking, more like gossiping about something but I ignored it. I was in no mood to handle all this in the morning. Before I could enter in the class, June blocked my way. She was like the queen bee of school with every guy after her. But I think all that attention wasn't still enough for her.
"Hey! Handsome. Looking good as always." She said scanning me from up to down. Well! more like checking me out.
"Hey June!" I said with a plastered smile on my face. Don't want to be rude. "Well, if you step aside I have a class to attend to." I said her, trying to maintain my tight-lipped fake smile.
"Only if you promise to spare a night at my house. I am home alone, you know." Not again. This isn't the first time, she had said this to me.
"Well! I am not free June." I removed her roaming hand from my body. "You have so many other admirers. Why don't you ask them.? I am sure some are dying to be there." I said, trying to escape the situation. She leaned closer to my ear.
"They are not what I am craving for." Ugh!! Someone help me please. "My house at seven. Or I will be at your house." She said, seductively and then she pecked me on my lips.
She won't ever give up I guess, but let her keep trying. I really don't like her because she is like a terrifying mean bitch for girls like the one's you see in cliché movies. Once I asked a girl (whose name I don't really remember) out for a party because I really liked that girl during freshman year but she flatly refused me because she didn't want June's wrath to land on her.
So, it basically meant that June's bitchiness is way more overpowering than my charming personality, handsome face, sexy body and a long list continues. From that day onward, I made a mental note to not ask any girl out because I wouldn't want her to suffer because of me and at the same time I wouldn't ask June out because then I would be six feet under by Samantha. Samantha clearly told me that she doesn't like her at all.
