Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 22

It was Friday and I was walking home from school,  as usual.  Dad and Shelby had already left for Boston earlier,  so there's only Layne and me at home.  Not that it mattered,  since we never communicate anyway. 

I let myself in through the back door and threw my bag on the breakfast counter.  I went to the fridge and started rummaging for some food.  After the grueling soccer practice,  I needed to refuel.  I found some cold meats and started making a sandwich.   Just then my phone rang.  Munching on my sandwich and I answered with my mouth full.

"Ello!" I chewed as I spoke.

"Eww.. You sound like a cow chewing on cud.  Gross babe." Frankie's whiny voice could be heard on the end of the line. I rolled my eyes as I finished chewing and swallowed the mouthful of sandwich. 

"Oh God, you 're such a girl. So, what's up?" I asked as I put the plate in the sink.

"So there's a party tonight. Layla's house. We're going. We're taking Matt to experience his first taste of the real American high school party. We'll be there at 8 to pick you up." Frankie said and I sighed. Urgh, I felt so tired and so not in the mood to party.

"I just got back from soccer practice and about to drop to my bed and sleep for a hundred hours. Please let me sleep...Please.." I pleaded pathetically.

"Nope,  you're coming with us. Wear something cute! Be ready by 8!" Frankie said and hung up.  I groaned. Urgh,  I have 1 and a half hour to take a nap.  I dragged my half-dead carcass up the stairs and threw myself on my bed.  In a few seconds,  I was out like a light.
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"Hello.. Wakey,  wakey... Get up,  get up! " Frankie's annoying voice rang through my dream.. Urgh,  why was he bothering me while I was eating my ice-cream couch in my ice-cream palace?! I groaned and stretched like a horny leopard.. Or ape.. Whichever's appropriate.

"Urgh,  let me sleep.  I ache all over.." I groaned as I scratched my exposed belly.

"Yes,  nice,  very nice." Frankie said sarcastically.  I ignored him as I hugged my pillow tighter to my chest.

"She certainly is very lady-like, huh Frankie." A British voice said arrogantly.  My eyes snapped open and I sat up. 

"Good grief,  what the heck are you guys doing in here?! Get out!" I cried as I threw a pillow at Frankie who caught it perfectly.

"Come on sweetheart. Get up.  We're going to that party. Here,  wear this.  We'll be downstairs." Frankie said and then he moved to the door.  I blinked sleepily at the two guys, wishing I could smack their smirks off their faces. Just then,  Matt turned his head towards me. He had rhis annoyingly cute smirk on his face.

"Oh, by the way.  Love the hair." Matt said with a wink and left,  closing the door behind him.

Quickly I got off my bed and went to the mirror.  Oh,  good God!

My hair was a light brown nest, matted, tangled and frizzy to death. My eyes widen in horror. Good God, Matt saw me like this. Frankie was fine, he'd seen me at my worst. But Matt... he's new and any hope of him liking me was as good as non-existent..well, if I like him, that is. Which I don't. Not like I like Wes that is. I shook my head to clear my head of any thoughts of Wes. I quickly got up and got ready.

When I was ready, we ambled into Frankie's mum's minivan and headed for the party. When we arrived, the party was in full swing, although there were no drunk kids sprawled on the lawn ..yet. It was 9, so it's pretty early.

As we got out of the minivan, Matt looked excitedly at the 2 story mansion throbbing with EDM. He was grinning and put his arms around Frankie and me, dragging us with him. When we entered the house, it was semi-dark and quite a few kids were looking at Matt with interest. The girls were looking at him excitedly, wondering who he was. Well, with a face as angelic as Matt, of course he would catch the attention of many, many admirers. Made me wonder, why the hell was he hanging out with me. Frankie, I understand because he's gorgeous. And Frankie's with me because we've been friends since kindergarten. With looks like that and a pleasant personality like that, Matt would be very popular in no time. And then, he'll forget all about me. Or he'll be embarrassed to be seen with me. Like Wes. Urgh, stop thinking about Wes!