So I stood there as they introduced themselves ‘there was Jason the one with shorts comment he had dark brown eyes like me but lighter with blond shaggy hair which were messed up portraying his careless attitude , then there was Kyle the tallest of them three he had the whole jock thing going he had huge muscles that were bulging through his shirt who had light brown hair with hazel eyes and the last one Wes he hadn’t said a word till now he was clearly the most handsome out of them with his angular jaw, high cheekbones , thick brows he had forest green eyes and blond hair that fell over his eyes’ they were all standing in front of me and no doubt checking me out .
I wasn’t pretty or anything not compared to Emily or any of the others girls in college I was just plain with hair such a shade of dark brown that it seemed black that came to my waist in very loose waves , small chocolate brown eyes from my Asian heritage and lips that were small yet full . Again as I said I wasn’t pretty just plain so why the heck were they staring at me? I decided to ignore their stares and cleared my throat. Yeah that gained their attention and began
“As I said before Trent left me in charge here until he gets back I have to leave for college soon, so Kyle you will have to look after the garage while I’m not here and yeah I presume you know which cars you will be working on” all of them nodded
“well if not there’s a list on the notice board if you guys wanna make sure, so I suggest you guys start now ”, I told them and made my way towards the work station to start working on the red Camero that’s needed a fix .
This earned a few raised eyebrows from Kyle and Jason but seeing the glare that I gave them they gave the subject of a chick fixing a car go and thank heavens for that I didn’t want to talk to the buffoons any longer and soon enough it was time for my class, so I just repeated all the instructions of being the manager for the time being while I was gone. Dodging both the others guys I made a run for it surely fifteen minutes later I arrived on campus.
Let me tell you something about clicks they are on of the most horrendous things on the planet, well if you want to create a divide amongst people based on superficial things why not go back to the middle ages, why spend so mach time on evolution but still clearly humans wish for that act to remain so thus specimen A Even Chambers and his posse it might seem a little weird to use that word but that’s what they were A posse no other adjective could be more appropriately used.
I finally had reached my class in time and let me tell you it was not easy, first of all I left my back pack in Trent’s office so I had to go halfway back to get it, then when I reached there those idiots instead of working were lounging around and were clearly surprised to see me again. It wasn’t until I threatened to cut their pay cheques that they started working though Wes grunted a bit but I ignored him and made a run for the bus. The bad luck continued from there as just as I reached the bus stop, the bus had already gone; now I had only one choice left which was to take a cab, Grudgingly I hailed a cab and paid for it and two days worth of hard work went down the drain.
And finally when I reached here Mr. Jerk and his posy is blocking the way to my class. This day just kept getting better and better. Pushing my way through the crowd I got halfway through it only to be pulled back a hand
“Why what do we have here, if it isn’t Miss I’m too good for everyone” smirked Chambers.
“Go to hell Chambers! Get your posy and your stupid ass out of the door” I snarled,
“But why would I do that, when it would mean you being able to get to class” he smiled with a hint of evil. I knew he was the devil’s spawn but even I didn’t think he would stoop so low. ‘Stop being an idiot Mia, you knew he was a bully so why wouldn’t he resort to blackmail’, I scolded myself. I tried to squirm out of his hold but he was too strong ‘hmm so those muscles weren’t fake ’. Seeing that, I wouldn’t be able to make it out alive if I fought him and his posy I gave in.
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What's left of life
Teen FictionFor some living life to the fullest is their goal but not for Mia, An eighteen year old who lost her parents and was left to look after her brother. She is alone in trying to make a life worth living for her brother, but what's of life itself when...