Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1

I Love this movie, it’s so cringe worthy I mean I’m practically screaming at how embarrassing it is. If you haven’t seen ‘Angus, thongs and perfect snogging’ there’s something wrong with you. It was the last scene of the movie and the guy, Robbi had chosen the imperfect girl over the queen A bitch, “ You think I’m perfect” says the main character “ your perfect to me” says Robbi, I know it’s corny but hey a girl can dream, right.

I get up and dance to the song playing when the credits go past I jumped on the table, doing a wicked air guitar. When the song finishes a laugh comes from the doorway, shit, I turn around slowly. “Nice dancing, very, um.. goofy”, the insanely good-looking boy at the door smirks, I give him my best glare. “Thank you, Pervert”. I rake my eyes over him and wow I am very impressed, with his white shirt showing his rather defined abs and his cute sloppy black hair hanging over his face he’s definitely one of the hottest boys I have ever met, but the biggest surprise was what he was wearing. His bleu Vans scuff on the floor and the name of one of my favourite bands splayed across the front of his T-short, (encase you were wondering the name of the band is The Kooks). I glance into his Ocean bleu eyes, I’m frozen in-time as I get lost in his eyes. Though it’s ruined as I quickly remember what a jerk he is. I turn around to hide my flaring cheeks taking the DVD out of the player, and putting it back in the case.

“ I’m no pervert” he says faking hurt,

“really” I say crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yeah plus you ain’t got nothing I can Perv on anyway” he lets out a loud chuckle, and turns on his heel.

“whatever, this isn’t over” I shout.

 “arsewhole”  I say sticking out my tongue

“I heard that”

“good”

I stormed out of the Television room, Infuriated which isn’t exactly a new feeling for me, since basically all people infuriate me.

“hey Lily get up here” Claire, my one year older perfect sister yells at me.

“coming” I climb the stairs two at a time striding down the corridor and into my sister’s room.

“hey what’s up” my sister turns away from her mirror and I already know what she’s about to ask.

“what do you think?” just as I predicted

my sister is in a stunning ruby red dress that hugs her curves and falls at just the right length, my sister looks completely gorgeous but my sister always like a freaking model and I’m not saying that because we’re sisters no I’m basing this on the factor she’s the Queen Bee at our school, everyone likes her and she’s only a Freshmen. My sister is the perfect one in the family but I’m okay with it, I’m used to it, actually after a little while you just expect it.

“It’s looks gorgeous you fit it perfectly” I say adoringly

“Really” she sounds desperate and unsure, god is this girl blind.

“yes, I’m positive, now what’s this for anyway?” I say reassuring her

“I’m having a party” she exclaims

“yay, when?” I usually skip my sisters parties it’s not really my thing.

“Tonight” Oh great.