The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 1- The Wishing Well

"Run." I scream at Kyle, my boy- best friend, as Sophie my other best friend chases after him with a baseball bat.

I sigh at their antics and switch off my camera. There goes any chance of making a good video for my project.

I take out my phone and start reading a book on wattpad. The same old, same old the bad boy falls for the good girl, the physcotic ex comes and tries to kill her, the bad boy saves her, they kiss and boom happily ever after.

I have always hated these clichés, but I have forever wished for a perfect boyfriend.

No not the Greek god, billionaire, child prodigy. The one who loves me for who I am and is perfect in his imperfections.

But alas it never happens in real life, only in books.

Coming back to my idiots of best friends, Sof is still chasing Kyle, the only difference is that she no longer has the bat.

I laugh at this then an idea pops up, why not use this as a material for my project. It's on human behaviour and clearly this is the perfect example for 'mad woman'.

I remove the camera out of it's case and run after them.

They run out of my house and onto the street and almost knock out old and cranky Mrs. Winter. I laugh as she mumbles something about, 'kids these days. Have no manners or respect.' and my big mouth best friend Sof, goes ahead and says, "Old people these days. Can't even take a joke."

She says it loud enough for Mrs. Winter to hear and that poor lady's face is redder than the tomatoes that she was carrying.

This. Is. Gold.

As you can understand that my friend is a savage and it is probably wise to stay away from her. But- there's always a but- she is sweet. Most of the times. Ok, sometimes. Once. Fine, fine never.

What I am saying is we are crazy bunch and we love us for this. As we are on the topic of love let me give you a glimpse of my love life.

My boyfriend is the prince of a small French kingdom and is a total Greek god, I have lots of money given to me by him, and we will have a happily ever after.

Not.

I am single as a Pringle, unless Nutella is considered as a person.

I have a high expectancy from my life and it is probably never going to happen, so I humour myself by reading, my favourite companion is the one and only,

Wattpad.

I don't know what I would do without wattpad, it is like my life.

Although there are a millions of books on bad boys falling for good girls, I do not want it to be that way. In other words I hate bad boys .

I know that you are all like, 'bruh everyone says that at the start.' But not me. Well not in this town though.

This place is special, for me at least. I know a well.

A wishing well and it works.

So I am careful what I wish for. Only another person knows about this than me, Ryder Arrows.

Yes, he is our Cliché bad boy/ player. But don't worry we don't ever cross paths.

Never.

We have our own schedules for the wishing well, and we follow it.

I shake my head and concentrate on my idiots of best friends, who are now passed out on the sidewalk trying to touch their noses with the tips of their tongues.

Stupid people.

I snap my camera shut knowing that I will have to pull an all nighter trying to edit this to make it educational.

Sigh.

What I have to do for my idiots of best friends!

I walk back home and go in the first thing I see is this huge mirror.

Inside the mirror is a black haired, brown eyed girl staring back at me.

Yeah, that's me. Black haired, brown eyed, silent Andrea. Always in the corner and out of everyone's way.

My parents, if you can call them that are surgeons and have zero time to stay with me or at home.

The last I saw them was at Christmas three years ago. The only way I know they are alive is by the cheques I receive every month from them. I have never used them though, I have saved it up for something better.

My bucket list.

It is a secret from everybody except Kyle. He is someone I would trust my life with. He supports me through everything and he believes in my dreams.

I go to my room and remove the shoe box. It has all the things that matter the most to me.

My bucket list.

My bracelet.

A map to the wishing well.

A small bottle of water from the wishing well.

A small red Rock shaped like a heart which I found when I was six. It goes something like,

It was valentine's day.

At around seven I was roaming the block and stumbled upon the wishing well and I found the rock there.

The next day I drew a map, well what I could, of the route from my house to the well.

I pick up my bucket list.

1. Go to Spain. Alone. Or with one other person.

2. Tell mom and dad about how I feel.

3. Skip school. For a week.

4. Go cliff diving.

5. Do 15 tequila shots. At one go.

6. Graduate happy.

7. Go for a day on ice cream. Only ice cream.

8. Vandalize someone's property.

9. Smart mouth a teacher.

10. Find love.

11. Stay with him forever.

12. This is very important. Do not be a Cliché.

Number 10, find love. Not as easy as it seems. Guess, only one place to go to —

The wishing well.

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This is the first chapter. I hope you liked it. And disclaimer: just because Andrea hates clichés and bad boys doesn't mean that I do. I really love all the books with bad boys. So no hate please.

Edit: I know readers find it weird that I haven't mentioned where the story takes place, this is because I want to disclose that as the story goes on!

Peace out.