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"MOM!" I groaned as my brother, Vinny, called for my mom to settle this argument of whether his stupid friend should be able to come over. My friends were coming over and his friends came over last week and Mom only allowed "one set of delinquents in her house at once" - her own words - which I didn't like because my friends are not delinquents. We don't have the social influence to be delinquents. It was Spring Break so for these two weeks Vinny and I have been taking turns with friends. He got Saturday through Monday then he got Wednesday and Friday and now he wants the weekend again, and it's not happening. Mom walked out of the kitchen to the living room where Vinny and I were having a stare down.
We could usually figure this stuff out on our own, like mature adults, but when one of us felt like we weren't getting our way, we had to call the big guns.
"What are you two going on about now?" We both turned to Mom and started talking, she put her hand up to stop us and then pointed to Vinny. "You tell me first, then Darcy will go." I rolled my eyes, he always got to go first.
"I want Cade to come over and Darcy wants her dumb friends to come over."
"They are not dumb ok? The both have your GPA times 4." I argued
"Hardy-har." Vinny replied. I gave him a stink eye and he gave me one right back.
"Okay, ok." Mom said. She turned to Vinny. "Cade can come over." Vinny looked victorious while I began to groan before my mom's next words interrupted me, "And so can the girls. Just make sure you don't make a mess, and if you do, don't let me know about it." I smiled and stuck my tongue out at Vinny while I went up to my room to call Ariana and Lauren.
Yes, my new besties were Ariana and Lauren the girls I wouldn't have been caught dead with at the beginning of this year. But after the Winter Project and them knowing their no-one's status, they realized the gossip was true and that I needed someone. They were already good friends, and they decided to take me in. They were the sweetest girls I had ever known and I couldn't believe I'd ever been so mean to them. But that wasn't me anymore, I wasn't that girl anymore, at least I wanted to believe that. The girls got to my house right as Cade did.
Cade Jefferson: resident bad-boy, and the boy who made my life a living hell between the ages of 6 to 12. In seventh grade him and Vinny became best friends and he stopped bothering me because it was like I become invisible, except for the few times while we exchanged death glares in my house's hallways. The idea of the no-one's was mine, just so I could put Cade there, Taylor decided everyone else who would go there as well. I didn't care just as long as Cade knew that's what he was to be - nothing, no one. And that's all he'd ever be to anyone.
You could say that I'm taking this thing a little far, it was just some playground bullying. But until you have someone "accidentally" break your arm twice and your nose once and also just ruin your day everyday you don't understand how much I hate Cade. The fact that Vinny just had to befriends the bastard made everything 10 times worse, in my head. But we actually haven't talked in almost five years. Well we never talked, we only shared witty retorts before and or after he would push me into a tree, or mud, or really anything that he could.
When Cade walked through the door with Ariana and Lauren he looked at them smiled and nodded, "Ladies." I heard them giggle and I rolled my eyes. They walked up the stairs while Cade looked at me at the top of the stairs, he smiled and then winked at me. I felt disgusted and turned around as I heard him laugh. The girls walked with me to my room and Ariana closed the door behind her and sat on my bed.
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This Means War
HumorIn every war, it is important to have a plan. I like to think my plan is quite similar to the Union's plan during the Civil War - The Anaconda Plan. Mine was the Cade Jefferson Plan, and I wanted to squeeze his neck like an anaconda anytime he talke...