"Look for the girl with the broken smile."
-She Will Be Loved, Maroon 5
So it's been... 5 months... And I'm sorry? Forgive thee for I have sinned?
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"Well here's the details. It's tonight at 8. Be there or be a loser." The blonde bimbo says to me.
The crowd around her look anxious, nervous almost.
"Oh trust me, I'll be there." I tell them, smirking.
"Where are we going?" Ashton's voice suddenly cuts through. I roll my eyes.
"I'm going to a party," I say, pointing at myself. "You are staying home."
"Nah. I was told to protect you. I'll be there ladies." Ashton says, winking at the girls. It irks me.
"If you think you'll be able to stop me from drinking, your funny."
"Maybe, but I can be the dd."
"Can't wait. We'll see you later Lai!" The girls say, waving and walking away with their boyfriends. I see my sisters approaching slowly. Those same girls look at them with disgust.
"Oh look girls! It's the ones who thought they were too cool for us! If only you were as cool as your sister." One of them says.
I'm quick to grab the girl and slam her against the lockers. Her eyes widen is shock.
"Listen, just because my sisters cleaned up their act, doesn't mean they're bad people. I can only wish the same will happen to me. I'm a different case then them. But. They are still my sisters. If you want me to give a good review on your party, because don't we all know everyone will come to me to know about people's parties, then you can shut the fuck up. Got it, Princess?" I ask. She nods. I drop her.
"I'm sorry." She squeaks.
"Way to go Abagail." Her friends say before walking away. I dust off my hands and walk in the direction of the cafeteria.
"Uh.. That was pretty cool. What you did for your sisters." Ashton says.
"Whatever." I mumble and push people out of my way for the vending machine. They don't complain so I quickly get a Gatorade. The three watch me walk straight to the bad crowd and sit on my current fling's lap, people watching, shocked. I casually open the drink and take a sip.
"Hey. You doing anything tonight?" Wilson questions.
"Party."
"Tomorrow?"
"Jesus give me some time to figure it out. Y'all are thirsty." I mutter. He rests a hand on my thigh.
"Aight. And your right. I agree."
"That you're disgusting? Good." I state. His friends laugh.
"Burn."
"Oh shit."
"You gonna take that L?"
Ashton and my sisters are sitting about five seats down and listening.
I smile and sip my drink.
"Nah. I ain't." He says. He takes my drink and closes it. I raise and eyebrow. He tries to come in for a kiss but I cut him off with my hand.
"Come on. I've seen every trick in the book."
"Tsk. Come on baby, don't be like dat."
"Stop talking like you from the hood and maybe I will b." I say, mocking him. He rolls his eyes.
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The Runaway
Ficção AdolescenteLaila Kingston is a bit of a nerd. She's a good girl. But she doesn't have any friends. Her sisters are the opposites. They're triplets. Her sisters, Genevieve and Adeline, are the popular girls with the cute clothes and all of the friends and su...