17 year old Bella Anniston just recently found out that her mom has been diagnosed with stage two breast cancer and has to move to Boston, Massachusetts so her mother can get a better treatment plan. She's enrolled in a new high school with drama oo...
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Bella:
"No, I said take a left." I sigh frustrated.
"She really did say left man, I heard her."
"Shut up, Luke. You're just agreeing with her because you like her face."
I could feel my cheeks heat up, of course he always found someway to embarrass me and make me feel uncomfortable. I look out of the car window, wanting to be anywhere but here.
"Who wouldn't like her face? She's like a little Poppy Pocket." Luke defends, waving his hands around crazily.
"Polly Pocket." I correct to which he just sucks his teeth and sits back in his seat.
Striker finally turned onto my street and I silently thank all of the beautiful angels above. I was beyond pissed at Adelaide who had totally ditched me to go over to Jett's place to "hang out". Horse shit! They were probably getting it on right now, in this very moment. Stupid horny teenagers.
Eve hitched a ride home with Cole, but there was also a strange vibe going on between them that I didn't even want to begin to understand. So I was left with Striker and Luke to bring me home.
He pulls into the driveway of my home and I practically threw myself out of the beautiful car. "Thanks for the ride home." I say peeking in the car to look at him. He looked unbelievably gorgeous sitting in the driver seat with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the open window. He simply nodded at my words, not bothering to respond back.
"Hey, are you going to the celebration party tomorrow?" Luke asks as he climbs into the front seat.
"What party?" I ask, looking between both boys. I already knew what my answer would be, but I was still curious.
"After every win, a team member hosts a party to celebrate. They're wild." Luke explains, an excited grin dances across his lips. He was adorable, just like Jett.
"I think I'll pass, social interaction isn't really my thing." I shrug. It was getting late and I was extremely tired. Not too mention the breeze was going right through my leggings, causing me to shiver violently.
"You look like you're about to freeze into a popsicle." Striker comments, a blank expression on his face. I shoot him a glare. He didn't even have a hint of emotion on his face. He looked tired, if anything. God, must he be so annoying?
"Thank you for that announcement that nobody cared about." I snapped.
"So, basically I'll see you at the party then?" Luke smiles and before I even begin to say "no" Striker is putting the car in reverse and backing out of my driveway. Asshole.
I groan, frustrated with these people. They're all insane. If they drag me along to this stupid party I swear I'm going to throw myself off of the roof of my own home. I notice then that I still had Strikers jersey on and he was already long gone. Ugh, stupid boy. He looked right at me and didn't even remind me to give it back.
