S.O.S

Chapter Two - Love and Its Drama

Girls my age out there, I know, they're probably busy admiring some senior guys, the sweetheart from soccer team, the sexy brainiac in the book club - those guys with nerdy hipster glasses but not the actual crooked teeth nerds - or any other types of hotties. I've seen a lot of break-up dramas too, girls crying over random jackasses to sleep and come to school the next morning with puffy eyes. So funny.

Steph might be getting into this phase just in time. Rumor spread that she is dating somebody now. She's technically a year younger than me and the whole school knows that we're related. As soon as the news became the most talked about topic at school, people start bugging me with pointless questions and statements.

"Steph's got a guy and none of them barely talk to you, aren't you supposed to be a little jealous?"

"She's about to lose her virginity very soon and you're still not seeing anybody?"

"Oh my god, Janet, if I were you, I'd be jealous to death. Your cousin is dating the most wanted guy in this building."

No, no, idgaf baby ironically you're not me and I'm unlike you. Why is everybody - girls - so obsessed to being in love, dating and those cheesy craps? Well, I can see which guys are good looking as fuck and which aren't even close to standard, but dating? Nah. Truth is, I never really know what love is. Perhaps it's just an illusion created by naive teenagers' mind to express their passionate lust to the opposite - or maybe same - gender. Anyway, I haven't heard about who the guy Steph's dating really is, except the clue about him being the most wanted guy at school. Wanted. What is he? A thief?

"OMG Janet there they come." said a girl who walked pass me at the cafeteria.

For God's sake, people have to learn to be more specific next time, that 'they' guy probably has a fucking name.

Oh, okay, there they come. Steph and her new lover. Look back, you idiot, what am I supposed to look from your damn back? Well, normally I didn't really wanna know about Steph's business. I couldn't even name who her cliques are, they seem to change as the seasons go by, but this time with people flooding me with comments about how hot her boyfriend is and how I should've been jealous took my curiosity to the next level.

I ate my lunch as slow as I could so when Steph and her boyfriend were getting back to class, they would pass my table. Okay there she goes, standing off the lousy cafeteria chair waiting for her bae to finish his water. Three, two, I mentally made a countdown in my mind as he's turning his back, one. Holy Baby Jesus! That face, those eyes, this isn't happening. That damn face and those motherfucking eyes are the same shit I faced when I got punched a few days ago.

Fuck, Steph's dating Fred Whateverhislastnameis! Wait, wasn't he just caught - wasn't I just caught him - making out with a typical high school bitch whose name I don't remember? Holy moly, my bruise hasn't even fade a bit, I giggle slightly. Steph, my honey, you're screwed baby, you're dating a dickheaded asshole. I know, darling, shit happens.

Responding to questions asking if I was jealous, it's a no in any language. I ain't getting my other cheek bone punched twice by that bully.

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"What have people at school been asking you about?" Steph rudely broke into my room out of nowhere without knocking when I was chilling in my bed listening to The Neighbourhood - after school routine. This little hoe has definitely no manner.

"You, what else?"

"I know, idiot. More specific, what is it about me that they wanted to know?" She asked. I guess that one day popularity just hit her too hard her head is gonna blow very soon.

"Ask them, smartypants. They didn't really ask about you tho, they asked me if I was jealous of you." I said.

"Ohh," I could see her thin lips rose into a smirk, "so, are you?"

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Are you fucking jealous of me?"

I turned my gaze to her and gave her a 'you think?' look for a few seconds, "Yes, Steph, truth is I'm jealous that you're dating Fred Whateverhislastnameis, so so jealous my heart's torn into pieces."

"It's Karsten."

"What?"

"His last name," Steph answered with the 'duh' tone, "Fred Karsten."

"Right." I pointed a finger to her face and took my belongings, my phone, and some money in my wallet.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I stood up.

"Looking for a cliff in the hill to scream my jealousy at the top of my lungs." I said as I walked to the door, leaving Steph sitting on my bed.

"There's no cliff in the hill in this goddamn town." she yelled.

I pointed a middle finger out at her before shutting my room's door and leaving. I walked downstair and praised to Lord thay Tia was in her room so I wouldn't have to hear any more blabber from her, I'm fed up enough already with Steph's new boyfriend shit.