Madelyn
Since I was little, I was never a morning person. I'm not about to become one now. Especially with the three boys surrounding my bed, throwing tomatoes at my clean white sheets.
"Noah, I'll tell everyone about your barbie collection if you don't stop this instance!" I said, glaring at him.
Noah Lopez was a 6ft, extremely handsome seventeen year old boy. He had this perfect, smooth, jet black hair you could run your hands through for hours. He had a subtle beard which just made his sharp jawline look like something sculpted by the gods.
"I don't even have one." He stated before throwing a tomato at my face. The two boys behind him, Mike and Thomas, started laughing hysterically at my now drenched face. They know how much I despise tomatoes.
Mike Johnson was a manly man while Thomas Night was more feminine. They complimented each other perfectly. That's why they were best friend, along with Noah of course.
"Mads, I think red definitely suits you." Mike said while wiggling his eyebrows. "It totally brings out your cheeks."
"I wonder if red would suit you too when I decide to kill you." I asked myself. "You'd look very manly with lipstick on."
"Ouch, I think nude colours do me justice."
"Callie approves."
He huffed and walked out the room, muttering incoherent words to himself. I always win whenever I mention Callie. Mike is just a soft teddy bear for her and everyone knows it except her.
"My god Madelyn, ever heard of a tampon?" The one and only, Callie Smith said as she entered my room with a disgusted look plastered on her face.
To say Callie was beautiful was an understatement. Her soft, dirty blonde locks complimented her face exquisitely. Along with her amazing looks, she had a personality of an angel. She always had the boys' attention; I mean like any boy would be crazy not to like her.
"Ever heard of privacy?" I snapped back jokingly. Callie rolled her eyes at me and plopped herself beside me before standing back up.
"Don't want to sit there, sorry," she said before laughing at me.
"C'mon girls, you only have 20 minutes before we leave for school." Noah said, looking at me with his signature smirk. The little bastard did this on purpose. He knew we were going to be late.
He looked at me once again with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand and walked out the room with Thomas, shutting the door behind him.
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We made it too early. It turned out we actually had an hour before school started so now we were all standing like a bunch of idiots next to our vehicles in the parking lot.
Noah was leaning on his motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket might I add, smoking. I couldn't deny it but he looked hot. I admit, I've always had a crush on Noah; I mean how could anyone not fall in love with him?
I may sound pathetic but he's perfect. Then there's me, he had always and will always look at me as his little sister. Forever stuck in the friend zone, it's a dark and lonely place. One can only hope her dreams will one day be fulfilled.
Noah flicked his finished cigarette and glanced over at me. The sleeping butterflies in my stomach shot up with full energy. The way this boy made me feel doesn't compare to anyone I've ever met.
I strutted over to him, never once looking away. He smirked when I stood in front of him and grabbed my waist.
"How are you, princess?" He whispered into my ear, his hot breath hitting my cool skin.
"I'm good" I whispered back inching closer to his face, our noses almost touching. I suddenly have this sudden urge of kissing him. His soft lips practically taunting me. He pulled a strand of hair away from my face, revealing the soft pink tint on my cheek.
He cleared his throat and looked awkwardly to the side. I untangled myself from his arm and looked at his flushed face. I can't believe he's the one embarrassed, so much for the sister treatment he's been giving me for the past 10 years.
"Let's go lovebirds! Classes are about to start." Callie shouts to us from her SUV. She looks pretty amused.
I muttered an okay before walking away from Noah. He caught up to me and reached for my hand. This guy is impossible; one day he's acting like my best friend and the next it's like he's my boyfriend. Not that I would mind....
Ugh, he'll be the death of me.

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Amaurotic
Novela JuvenilHe pulled the gun to my forehead in a swift motion. "Noah, you don't have to do this.." I stared into his emotionless eyes, trying to find the boy I once believed I loved. "I'm sorry Madelyn." Then he pulled the trigger...