"Come on, hurry!" yelled Isaac. He was standing outside my room waiting for me to get ready.
"Coming!" I yelled back.
"You know what; if you keep continuing your task at this pace then we're probably going to be late for our first day at school. Especially observing the circumstances, because it takes exactly fifteen minutes and twenty to thirty seconds for you to drive us to school. Now it is 7.45 and the school starts at 8.00, so technically, we are going to be late and that's for sure so you better-" he continued to babble but suddenly stopped as I came out.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you....you look...-"
"I look how?" I questioned.
"You look good. I mean hot! You look very hot."
"Shut up!" I said, blushing. Urghh..why did I have to blush.
Ok, I admit, out of all the 365 days of the year, it's only once in the blue moon that I actually dress up and make an effort to look good. And to school, it's just sweatshirts and jeans that I wear. (Who do I have to impress anyway, duh!)
But today was different. I wanted to make an effort and prove that I am a girl. After a lot of help from Zoella aka Zoë I finally chose my outfit- a coral tank top and a denim skater skirt, which is not something that I usually decide to wear.
Zoë is my best friend who's precisely a whiz at scoring dates with guys due to her No-one's-prettier-than-me looks and her sexy I'm-the-next-Angelina Jolie pout.
Plus her expertise in 'choosing the right clothes that flatter your body', 'doing your makeup in the right way so that guys notice', 'achieving perfect beachy waves'..... Yada Yada.... all add up to make her one of the most popular girls of the school. Everyone wonders why she hangs out with dorks like Isaac and me.
She's crazy, quirky, spontaneous, honest and has the worst temper but I love her because she's also got a heart of gold. My soul mate she is, Zoë.
Isaac, on the other hand, is a total geek. With a brain that works as fast as light speed and an efficient memory, he makes it apparent every time, that he's going to be the next Einstein of our country. All the girls at school think that he's cute and go gaga over him. Once, a girl from his class punched when she thought that there was something between us. Like seriously?
Okay, he is kinda good-looking (dreamy, says Zoe) but then Zoe is Zoe and he's not my type. I prefer a 'bad boy'. Someone who can make me laugh. Isaac only makes me want to bang my head on a wall with his scientific theories and mathematical formulae (nerd! I told ya!)
However in the past few years, I have realised that even though they don't exactly get along, Zoe and him have something in common.
They both have the quality of always being extremely supportive to me and giving me the best advice is why I adore them. To death. (Ok, that was a hyperbole).
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We reach school.
"CAM!" I hear someone bellow.
I turn around and find that it's Zoë. She pulls me into a tight hug.
"So great to see you, sweetie. It's been a long long time." She exclaims.
"But it was only yesterday that we meet, Zo" I try to say but she has held me so tight that I just have to gasp for air instead.
"Hi Zoe" says Isaac.
"Hello, nerd" she says sourly.
"Zo, that's mean!" I assert.
"Yeah...yeah...right. We all know you guys love each other. Just stop defending each other and confess your feelings." She teased, nudging my arms and pushing me towards him.
There are moments like this in my life when I don't know what to do, or say. I looked at Isaac, his ears were turning red.
"No Zoe, not again..." I start saying.
She just laughs. Linking our arms, the three of us walked to the school. Who said first days of school were exciting? I have always preferred the summer break. But who cares for what I like?
Welcome to my life, I'm Camilla Jones, the queen of sarcasm and the much as I hate to admit the good girl of the class. But things are going to be different this year. I'm tired of my monotonous good ways and habits. I'm a teenager afterall. Time to change the game, baby!
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A/N: Hey guys!
Well, I'm glad you proceeded. I love you for keeping all the patience. Thank you!
xoxo,
RavenChic_11
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Teen Fiction"Hey, hey...someone's feisty..." He mocks at me. "Hey, hey...someone's a judgemental self-obsessed rude ignorant mean defiant detrimental beast." I tease back. "Has anyone told you?" "What?" "Anger is sexy" and his lips meet mine as he leans forward...
