The Twisted Love Story Of Sloane Anderson

CHAPTER TWO: I DON'T USE TWO POLES,YOU KNOW?

      Can someone slap me? Is this really happening, or was this a fruit of my wonderful imagination? I have a friend now. Well, a bipolar friend. One time, she is upset, a few minutes after, she will become funny, then, becomes sad, then, becomes happy. Argh. Sometimes I wanna confront her if she's got a mental illness.

      Here she is in my house, specifically, in my Dad's office. She insisted to come, and I can't do anything about it. One thing you have to know about Renesmee is, she will really follow you to insist until you will get annoyed (because, she's calling so much attention, and says those "Pretty please!" In such a loud voice, that other people might think that you stole her snacks and she's begging you to give it back.) enough to give in.

      And here I am, in the dining room, I don't even know how I ended up here. Dad won't let me in his office. I was just wondering if what are they talking about-that takes Renesmee long. Oh my Aphrodite! What if Dad killed Renesmee because he was annoyed of her behavior? Hmm.. Nah. My Dad is not a killer, he cant even kill a mosquito. Gasp. What if Renesmee ended up scolded? Hmm.. Nah. Dad doesn't scold teens. I better go to Dad's Office now. Who knows, if Dad really killed Renesmee?

      I peered through the slightly open door of my Dad's office.

      Am I having hallucinations? Am I possessed?  Am I seeing things? Is this a dream? What if, what if, I am possessed by a Belial? What if I am now a psycho? To see if I wasn't or was possessed or having hallucinations or , whatever, I slapped my face hard. I moaned in pain. So, it's true that Renesmee was telling something that makes Dad laugh as hard as he could, I won't be surprised if he will accidentally spit out his false teeth. I peered through the door again, nothing changed, Renesmee is still bubbling things while dramatically waving her hands through the air and Dad laughs so hard. Can I ask you if what did Renesmee fed my Dad?

      I cleared my throat. The both turned their heads on me. They stared at me. After a few seconds, the both burst out laughing. What the?

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      I was walking my way to Math Class when a familiar voice shrieked my name. Renesmee. She really calls few people's attention, and it irritates me.

      "Why didn't you wait for me?" She whines dramatically. "Sorry I can't reach you. I've been busy decorating the gymnasium for the incoming Foundation Ball." I say, not looking at her, I'm still a bit mad at her for calling people's attention to me. "Argh! I hate you for not getting my phone number!" She shouts. Wow. Is it my fault? "Well now, I don't know." I say, imitating Matthew's voice in the movie I watched last weekend: "Anne of Green Gables", it's a good movie though, well, the book is good too. I love classics. She lets out an annoyed sigh. "Argh. Here." She says, handing me a card. "What is that?" I say, pointing at the card she's giving. "A card, silly!" She says, chuckling. I glared at her. "I know! But, what is it for?" I say. Instead of answering my question, she says, "Call me, if you needed something." She says. I took the card from her hand then walked inside the Mathematics Room.

      I sat at my usual seat. On the first row of course. Well, I am the type of student who really is listening to what the teacher says. Well, the teacher isn't here yet. So, same view, students have their own worlds, others are giggling, others are gossiping, some boys are flirting girls, some are cramming their assignments. But one thing caught my attention, the boy beside me, his head was resting on his curled arms on his desk. Is he sleeping? Or, is he crying? Probably not. Boys don't cry. Hmm.. He is sexy. Based on his back and his masculine arms, I can tell that he's sexy. Well, he has a curly black hair. Oh, am I staring already? Sloane, you're already stalking his features. I am not of course, he was just, sort of funny. A guy sleeping inside the Mathematics Room? Why didn't he just slept in the library? It's more silent there compared in here. How could he stand this noisiness? He was good to stand such noise, I wish, I am too. Wait, why am I insecure? This is not good. I wasn't so insecure to others before. I sighed.  I lived in a insecure-free-life, and I should still. Being insecure makes you non-contented of what you are now. And I can say, insecurity drowns a person, in a way that, instead of giving their attention to what they can do to make their selves better, they are giving their attention to the people who are better than them.

      The door burst open. Our teacher is here now, my classmates rushed to their seats. My eyes landed on the boy beside me. He's still asleep. Will I wake him up? What if he gets mad?  Well, I should wake him up. My heart beats fast as I lay my shaking hands on his shoulder. "Hey. The teacher is here! Wake up!" I whisper. He grunts then finally woke. He rubbed his eyes. He looked at me. Aww.. those eyes, so beautiful. "Oh, thanks. Jacob." He says giving me his hands, waiting for me to shake it. "Sloane." I say as I grab his hand. A thud disturbed my senses. I looked at my other seatmate. Oh, it's Renesmee. She dropped her book on the floor. As she pick the book, she glance at me, showing a poker face. What is happening to her? She should have disturbed me from talking to the boy, but she didn't. She should have passed me some paper with a "Chat Box" written at the top of it, but she didn't. She should have grinned on me because she saw me talking to a boy, but she didn't. She should have asked if what is the answer of question number one even if the teacher isn't giving a quiz yet, and even if she's a lot better than me in math, but she didn't. Strange isn't it?

      The class went good. I talked to the boy and learned that his real name was Jacob Lapiere, and guess what? He only live three blocks away from us! Well, despite that, Renesmee still acts weird. She is avoiding my gaze and she is in the shook-your-head-mode. Well, I just ignored her. Ha! According to me, she will need my presence in her life a minute or two.

      Here I am, walking through the school hallways, alone. Well, the advantages of being with Renesmee is, I won't be alone. The disadvantages of being with her is, she will babble nonsense things in such a high-pitched voice that can call the whole school population's attention. But, this time, I think I miss her. Yes, she might be a gossip girl, a noisy girl, an attention-caller girl, but she is the first ever friend that understands me. Most people will just befriend me just because of my family's wealth but, she is different. She is the kind of girl that didn't ever requested me to treat her food or whatever, instead, she is the one insisting to pay my food.

      "Hey Sloane!" Someone shouts. I turned my head to see who is it. It's Renesmee. "You didn't wait for me again!" She whines. Well, she's really bipolar. She is blaming me for not waiting for her, while she ignored me the whole Math period? Instead of talking to her, I rolled my eyes, then turned around to continue my walk. She ran towards me. I ignored her presence just like what she did to me in Math Class. I glance her at the corner of my eye. I almost laugh, she is frowning while her arms are crossed beneath her chest. I just kept walking.

      My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Renesmee squealed so sudden. "Hey!" I shout, rubbing the spot where my heart is. Aph(short for Aphrodite)! She's going to give me a heart attack! "Oh my God! Let's go to the new food chain there! My treat!" She shouts. "Uh-uh! According to the ten commandments, do not use God's name in vain!" I say pointing a finger at her. She frowns, but her expression changes. "Okay. Come on! I don't wanna miss it!" She says, pulling my right arm. "Wait!" I say. "What?" She says.

      "Are you bipolar or something?" I finally blurt out. She raises an eyebrow then says, "I don't use two poles, you know?" And with that, she dragged me to the new food chain.