Girls, Boys and Daily Dramas

Chapter 1 - Vision of Boy Heaven

     "So, what's happening with you lot lately?" asked Natasha as she sipped her Frappuccino. We were all sat in our usual meeting spot in Starbucks after school having our daily chat - me, Natasha, Ella and Chantelle. We'd just broken up for the Easter half-term and were all enjoying the feeling of freedom.
     "Nothing much really," I said, stirring my hot chocolate round the polystyrene cup to catch the last dregs at the bottom.
     "I still haven't got a boyfriend, if that's what you mean," grinned Chantelle.
     "Lucky you," said Ella.
     "Oh come on, Ella! Having a boyfriend has got to be more interesting than being single, especially if he's your Luke Hardy. Or Natasha's Jacob," smiled Chantelle. "Me and Jenny are singletons."
     "Well to be honest, nothing much is happening with Luke at the mo," said Ella. "He's started to get a bit boring, like he doesn't know what happens in a relationship except holding hands and an occasional kiss. I need someone who likes me for who I am, not for something to brag about to his mates."
     "You need someone different," stated Natasha. "If he's not doing anything for you anymore then you should drop him. You can easily get someone else who's worth ten of Luke Hardy." She paused to flick her thick wavy brown hair over her shoulder, and at that moment her trés handsome boyfriend, Jacob, came into the café and walked over to our table by the window.
     "Right my dears, my prince has arrived. One must go and seduce him," she said in a posh voice. "I'll talk to you later Ella, okay? Toodles!"
     The three of us watched her sway confidently out of Starbucks with Jacob on her arm and gave a synchronised sigh of jealousy.
     "I so wish I was as confident as Natasha," I said.
     I've always been shy, ever since I was little. Well, I still am little - at five feet tall, I am a measly dwarf of a fourteen-year-old, and I hate it with a passion. How are boys ever going to take me seriously when they think I'm ten? I also have blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair that behaves most of the time (I think they're my best features), but I have long eyelashes that tend to get in the way. Although Natasha's always saying I'm blessed to have them; apparently I don't have to wear as much mascara.
     "I'd better be going now anyway," said Chantelle, interrupting my thoughts. "Mum will probably be expecting me. See you later."
     She stood up and gave us a cheery wave before heading out of the café. As I watched her leave, it randomly hit me how lucky I was to have the girls as my friends. Natasha, the confident, beautiful, feisty (aka bossy) one, with her big brown eyes and wavy hair; Ella, the tall, elegant stunner, with her long mane of black hair and her tanned skin (her grandma is Spanish and her dad is Italian, lucky thing) and Chantelle, the pretty, bubbly, curvy one with her beautiful grey-green eyes and short sleek chestnut red hair. Then there's me - the small pixie (or elf, whichever you prefer) one with boring blue eyes, blonde hair and no chest to speak of whatsoever.
     There's no wonder I'm boyfriendless.
     "So how are - oh.mi.god!" said Ella slowly, looking behind me at whoever had just entered the café. I turned round and all the air in my lungs was sucked out of me. Well, that's what it felt like.
     A vision of boy heaven had just walked in and was heading towards the back of the queue at the coffee bar. He was tall with dark hair, an amazing toned body and beautiful hazel brown eyes that flicked around the room as he waited to be served. Thank the lord of the heavens, he didn't notice me as it had been raining outside and I'd gotten drenched on the way home, but that wasn't what Ella seemed to have in mind.
     "Wow. If I was single I'd have him straight away," she sighed enviously as he raked his hand through his thick, floppy hair. I had a sudden urge to do the same with my own hand, but decided it would be best if I stayed sat down.
     "What are you waiting for, Jenny? Go get him! You're okay, you're single. Besides, according to Natasha you could do with the experience. OW!" she said when I kicked her under the table. "I'm just saying."
     "You think I should?" I asked hesitantly. It was ages since I'd had a boyfriend, if you can call it that. My only experience of a relationship had been a short fling with a boy called Jamie in year four of primary school, so it was safe to say I needed a bit of training.
     "Your hair's dried out now, and it's done that pretty thing it does where it goes all wavy. You look fine," urged Ella. "Go on, you know you want to."
     I rolled my eyes. "You do know you're getting as bad as Natasha, the Queen of Boys and Dating."
     Now it was Ella's turn to kick me under the table.
     "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll go. But don't distract me like Natasha so often does when I'm trying to chat up a boy."
     Ella gave me a cheeky smile as I downed the rest of my hot chocolate, wiped my lips with a napkin to remove any possible chocolate moustaches and took a deep breath. My legs were like jelly as I walked up to the coffee bar and sat on a stool a few metres away from where Mr Heaven-On-Earth was buying a pineapple smoothie.
     Mmm, my favourite, I thought. So we have the same tastes. That must be a good sign.
     I pretended not to notice him as I bought a blueberry muffin and peeled the wrapper down absent-mindedly. That was what Natasha had told us - be casual. Nothing scares off a boy better than coming on too strongly when you first meet. I was just about to pluck up the courage to turn round and say hi when I heard him speak.
     "Jenny?"
     How the heckity hoola did he know my name?
     "Er, yeah?" I said shyly, looking at him. Wow. He was a babe.
     "Ah, good. I guessed your name right," he grinned. I tried not to fall off my stool from the dazzle of his perfect smile. "Chantelle's been telling me about you and the other girls, Ella and Natalie, is it?"
     "Um, Natasha," I corrected him. "But how do you know Chantelle?"
     Great, I thought. She got there first. Blimey, she kept this one quiet.
     "She's my sister," he said, as if stating the obvious. My jaw practically dropped onto the tiled café floor. Sister? Chantelle has a brother? That's even worse than him being her new boyfriend, I thought. Why didn't she tell us?
     I felt like such an idiot, sitting there with my blueberry muffin, trying to chat up my best mate's brother. I could sense the atmosphere growing awkward already.
     He looked puzzled at my shocked face.
     "Has Chantelle not told you about me? Aaron? Does that not ring a bell?"
     I shook my head slowly, trying to think things through. Chantelle moved to Park Hill four months ago when we first started year ten, and Ella, Natasha and me became friends with her almost immediately - but as far as I could recall, she'd never mentioned she had a brother. Or that he was called Aaron. Or that he had her bubbly personality and was insanely hot.
     "I don't understand why she wouldn't tell us about her family," I said aloud. "We're best mates."
     "Oh. Well, that just shows you what my sister thinks of me," he laughed. "That's probably why she always made me go out whenever she had you lot round at our house. Sorry for wasting your time. It was nice meeting you, Jenny. You seem like a lovely girl, and if your mates are as gorgeous as you are, then I could be distracted from my A-levels for a while," he winked.
     I blushed immediately (another horribly embarrassing thing about me besides my height) and he gave me a cheeky smile before taking his smoothie and leaving the café.
     I gaped after him like some sad little girl with a crush as my insides melted and fizzed about like a can of Coke when you shake it up.
     Well, that went well, I thought as I took my blueberry muffin back to Ella. I wonder what she'll have to make of this new discovery.

 

~Author's Notes~

Hey guys! So this is the start of a new story (obviously) and I was thinking of writing a series of books about the four girls, so it would be great if you could let me know what you think so far and if you want me to keep writing or if I should stop now:') Remember to vote/comment if you like it please, thanks!:-)

Claire xo