#4 in teen fiction
"Life is a one time offer, use it well."
Nope. Doesn't work for me that way. Wish, it could.
Mark Geller is a seventeen year old teenager with perfect grades, perfect life plans, perfect home, perfect family and a perfect best fr...
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Mark's POV
"How rich is that girl Cathy, by the way?" I asked pressing on the gas.
"Way more than required." Jeanette replied "and don't worry, you don't have a chance with her, Jacob."
"Jacob?" I asked suddenly removing my gaze from the road. But turned back towards the road immediately as a bunch of youngsters on skateboards came in front of the car. Stopping the car, I cursed the kids and then turned toward her to ask "Who's Jacob?"
"You duh. Secret names, remember? You don't wanna be discovered, right Jacob?" she said shaking her head. The kids ooh-ed and ahh-ed at our car but passed as we payed no attention.
"What's yours?" I stepped on the gas. "Emma Waters." she replied and I wondered why Jean got a last name too. It just seemed useless, the whole idea seemed useless, but I was with Jeanette/Emma so how could anything matter at all.
My phone beeped the very next moment. I tried to reach it but she grabbed it first. No cell while driving, would be her answer so I didn't protest. Her lightning eyes quickly moved over the text and she switched off the phone. Before I could complain she said "It's from Cath. She asks if you wanna you know." she turned toward me giving me a disgusted look.
"Wonder where she got my number from." I said and made a thinking deeply pose.
"Dude, I know you were overhearing our conversation." she said, giving me the same disgusted look.
I smiled and ignoring her previous remark said "Anyway I'll text her later." I pulled the car in front of the restaurant Jean mentioned and turned toward Jean/Emma and continued "And say no."
Her face brightened up a bit but went back to normal. She didn't say anything but almost whispered a 'why'.
I smiled and replied "You know I don't like blondies. Plus, this non-dating-blondie thing kinda runs in the bloodline."
She started laughing because almost my every aunt or uncle was a blond and this joke was what actually ran in the bloodline. But she looked so cute that I couldn't resist the temptation and planted a kiss on her forehead and whispered softly "Even you have more chance than she does." And with that we stepped out of the car.
Everything inside the restaurant was authentic and priceless. The room was illuminated with lamps hanging from the ceiling making the place more beautiful than it could be. It was not that busy and we didn't need to book in advance to get a table. We chose a table in the corner with a cupboard of old stuff (priceless old stuff like I mentioned before) that obscured the view for others. We needed it because people were looking at us due to black clothes and the weirdly sneaky way Jean/Emma walked. She kept asking for weird stuff related to her sudden black obsession, making things harder.
"Do you people have a black waiter? I would prefer that." "Umm.... how about some black coffee." "You don't have any black stuff to eat!? Bring in some burnt bread."
