Falling Again

Chapter 3 - Life is like a roller coaster

Hurro smexi beasts! Its the date finally!!! Im so excited for your opinions. I tried writing descriptions of the scene Drei and Marcus is ... to enhance my creativity or something. I'm reading books to improve my story and I'm taking advices into consideration :))

I was so excited to make this chappie that I had to write with the speed of lightning to see where my imagination leads me. Hope you lurvvit! :)

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                I was awoken by the sound of the alarm clock. 9 o’clock. Why the hell do I have to wake early on a Sunday? I pushed myself up and sit upright. I remember setting my alarm clock on 9 o’clock yesterday but I don’t remember why.

“There are no words, to paint a picture of you girl…” I heard Shane Harper's voice greet my ears.

                What the hell is that sound? I calmed my brain and tried to register the words. That was a phone ringtone. .. . .. My phone..  Ugh. I searched where the sound came from and it was under my bed. How the hell did it get there? I kneeled beside my bed and faced the ground. I inserted myself under the bed and extended my right hand and grabbed my phone. I hastily stood up and forgot how my head was under my bed so I ended up banging it. Oh the joys of waking up early in a Sunday.

                I answered my phone and without looking at the caller Id.

                “Hey it’s me.” A calm and not so deep voice talked to me.

                “Who the hell is ‘me’? Now I’m confused. It didn’t sound familiar.

                “Marcus McHottie.” The person said rather boasted.

                Oooh, that guy? Why the hell was he calling me this early in the morning?

                “Where the hell did you get my number?” I asked rather rudely.

                “Mike.” Mental note: Kill Mike in a ninja way then burn afterwards and throw the ashes in a pigs poo. Yup, I can taste the sweet smell of revenge.

                “So, about the date…” Marcus said. “..i’ll be there exactly at ten, okay?”

                What date?! With him?! *Mental slap to right* , *Mental slap to the left*

                Then everything came rushing to me. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

                I looked at the digital clock near my vase, it was 9:05 already. I still got a lot of time so I took a shower and scrubbed all dead skin cells I have *exaggerated* and the germs too. Then I dried my hair and combed it. I have a natural straight hair so I didn’t need a straightener.

                I applied some smoky make-up that I learned from Perin’s manual. I opened my closet and took the shirt that Marcus bought me. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a blue and white espadrelles. I glanced at the time and it was 9:45.

                Lastly, I grabbed my phone and walked out of my room. Only to see my mom and dad frenching the hell out of each other like there’s no tomorrow. For cheese’s sake.

                “Children in the room people.” I said in a really disgusted tone. I sat on my part of the table and mum handed me my pancakes.

                “So dear, when’s Marcus coming.” I nearly choked my pancake. How the hell did she knew about him. 

                “Wha- whe-, I uhh…” I drank water then faced my mother again. I gave both my parents an accusing look.