Letters To Shay||✓

chapter one.

Tuning this girl out seemed like the best option presently, but knowing this girl, she would make me wear flashy colours for the rest of the school year and that I cannot do.

"Oh, no he's like so ugly. Like he doesn't shave and his body odour is so foul, I could, like, die from it". What was she rambling about again. Suddenly she stopped as her face lit up like the Fourth of July. She turned to me. "What about Duke? He's pretty cute and a little bird told me he likes you", she said, wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows. I looked away from her and at the bus, waiting to be filled, calculating how fast I could escape this conversation. When I weighed it out, my chances were zero to minus one hundred. Guess I have to stay then.

"Charlotte", I dragged out, facing her. She wasn't my friend.. yet. We were both members of the biggest gang in school: Kiss-Or-Die. Pretty rad, huh? Charlotte was on a mission to find me a 'boytoy'. As the rule book said: 'Rule number two; a female KOD must have a boytoy immediately after initiation, so as to fulfill the purpose of your being'. It's stupid, I know. If it was up to me, I'd quit as fast as I joined.

"Duke seems okay, but no". Charlotte furrowed her brows and I almost laughed. It was like watching a super-cute fluffy bunny try to be angry- it'd still be cute. I tore my gaze off her and used my super famous hate glare on some students I caught staring. They dropped their heads and scurried off, blushing furiously. Score for me.

Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, looking at me with frustrated eyes. You can't blame me, Char, my heart's literally made of stone. "So who's your type? Ethan, Tyler and Asher are out. Those, are the big guns. You already said no to Jason, Max, Steve and now Duke". I shrugged, looking away. I really didn't want a boytoy. Or boyfriend. Or anyone close to me for that matter. I looked around, studying the students. Everyone had someone close to them, either in two's, three's or four's, and they seemed.. happy. You used to be like that once, Key, a voice in the breeze whispered, which I ignored. My eyes moved away from them and landed on the said someone who 'likes' me. I stared at him but he didn't move or look away. The dude didn't even flinch. Why, that little...

"Come on, hurry up! I haven't got all day here!", the driver yelled. I tapped Charlotte's shoulder and motioned towards the bus, my eyes not leaving Duke's. She looked at Duke to me and back, the smallest of smiles creeping up her face. With one last stare, I walked to the bus. I winked at the fuming driver and moved to the back of the bus, Charlotte sitting beside me. Then I pulled my face cap down and shut my eyes, partially dead to the world.

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Ah, home. The place I can be crazy and enjoy it. Partially because my parents are always busy with work and I can be alone at home, and partially because my siblings are at home with me, so yeah.

I duck a flying nail polish as I enter the house and shrug. The first female child of our family is at it with her boyfriend again. Mascara is running down her face as she cries and swings at her boyfriend blindly, who swerves to the right to avoid getting hit. I drop my face and go into the kitchen and see the second female child in our family, 'trying' to cook. Note the emphasis on 'trying'. She groans in frustration and drops the knife. I, however, am not fazed, when she begins to cry about the onions she's chopping ruining her just-done nails. When she turns to face me I give her a cold look. She shrugs and walks out of the kitchen, abandoning the 'thing' she put on the cooker. Like I care, though. I take a bowl of pineapples from the fridge, exit the kitchen and go upstairs, leaving the two crazies in my family on the ground floor.

Shrugging off my bag, jacket and facecap, I bounced on my bed and ate my pineapples. I just love the taste, you know. Doesn't go mushy or squishy when you chew and it has a certain aftertaste. Golden. I dropped the bowl on the table beside my bed and stared at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my mind. My door creaked open and closed firmly, and my favourite sibling came into view. One thing about my brother and I, was the click we had. We kept it real with each other, like best friends than family.