“And this brings the total up too?” I ask as Madi brags about yet another one of her new “amazing “ boyfriends.
“21” she replies as she pick up her maths book that I didn’t see her write in once last year.
I honestly have no idea how Madi gets all of these guys. I wouldn’t exactly describe her as ‘HollyWoods next top model”, or even a model. She has thick orange hair, freckles scattered across her face as if she’s been thrown into a pile of fairy bread, and what could possible be the most infected nose piercing I have ever seen in my entire life! I wouldn’t describe her as skinny or hot either. On top of this, she is probably one of the shortest girls in the year level. But her boobs are the size of the titanic, and not to mention a getto booty, maybe that’s the reason for all these guys?
I hate the way she does this, the way she always comes running up to me to notify me of her new and ‘improved’ boyfriend that she’s totally convinced she’ll marry and live happily ever after with.
But why do I have to hear about it? Why? She knows about my current virgin marry status, and yet she still insists I listen to her latest sex story, or insists I hear every last detail about her latest snog victim.
“Here we go again…” I mutter under my breath, whilst we attempt to push through a corridor packed with tiny little year 7’s wearing dorky clothes.
“No! This time is different, he’s really special! And you would approve, he doesn’t smoke, or even do drugs!” she says all too proud of herself.
“Greaat…” I ramble under my breath pretending I care.
I’m pretty sure she was dropped as a child, and now suffers severe brain damage that prevents her from thinking like a normal person.
“KAITLYN!” I scream down the hall in the opposite direction from where Madi is waiting for me to catch up. “Talk to you later Madi” I lie turning my back to her and sprinting up towards Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn is my favorite person in the world, she knows me better then I know myself! She’s absolutely beautiful, if I was a guy, I'd probably pass out just from making eye contact with her.
“Livi!!!” I hear her scream as I hug her as tight as I can without cutting off her circulation. As I let her go, she asks,
“So, did you meet anyone over the summer?” as she winks at me and slowly licks her lips.
I realize what she’s asked, and glare down towards my feet in embarrassment and sigh the words,
“I wish…”
I cant believe it, I’m 17, and have still never had a boyfriend, I havn’t even kissed a guy before in my life, depending on if you include Uncle Ron kissing me on the check every Christmas, which leaves a massive wet patch.
I’m convinced I’ll die with 27 cats and 48 gold fish as my only companions.
“EXCELENT” Kaitlyn expresses, although I fail to see how…”All the more reason for you to come and quick spot with me after school!” Kaitlin and I have this, tradition, on the first day back after summer, we walk down into the town to check out the new load of guys from the all boys college down the road, knowing that we don’t stand a chance…
“Really Kaitlyn? Do I have too? I have a million and one chores to do when I get…”
“NO! No arguing! This is not up for negotiation” she interrupts. That’s the thing about Kaitlyn, there is absolutely no reasoning with her. She has a gift with words, she could probably talk her way out of life in prision after murdering a 4 year old child and their family! Not only this, but arguing with her is virtually pointless, there is no way you can win.
