The Blue Bracelet

UNO (II)

Chris Greens.

The worst person to fall in love with period. I know this seems like some sappy romance movie but honestly it is. Chris Greens is like a God to almost every girl I know. "Ew. Is that the Christina dude?"

Meet my closest friend Nia. She's literally an EDM goddess. She creates sick beats and post them up on Instagram. She's literally famous but no one knows goddess black streak is Nia. She has over fifty hundred thousand followers on Instagram and still manages not to let fame get between her friendship. Me on the other hand is literally none existent. I only have one hundred followers on Instagram. Whoops hold on make that ninety nine. Does 'gain followers account' are basically disgusting. They follow you and then unfollow. How disgusting!

"He gets uglier by the day." Nia whispered.

Anyways obviously Nia isn't one of Chris's peasants. I swear girls fall for the wrong type of guy every time. Like why can't they fall for Jessie Bren. He's the lead guitarist and singer of our school choir or band or whatever he called it. Then again he's clumsy as hell. Jessie threw down all his books on the ground next to his locker before cursing. Yeah…maybe not Jessie.

What about Tristan Summer. He's cute with freckles on his cheeks and bright blue eyes. He's the best scientist I know but the only thing is that he thinks he's a chick magnet. "Are you google?" He asked a shy looking girl in the middle of the hallway. "No I'm Lina." She said in a French accent. She's an exchange student. " But you have everything I'm looking for?" He pouted. She began to smile," Yeah? Like what?" She asked him. "You." He smirked. "Sorry I don't speak Chinese." She said before flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking away.

Ok so maybe not Tristan either but…let's see. A good boy. There's not really much. Oh! What about Aviel Mason. Sigh. Aviel to me is like a single Pringle. He's a whole snack. His light brown eyes and his dark, silky, luscious brown hair that's somewhat short but manages to stick up a little and his body. Oh God that body! "Ember!" And his smile it's like "EMBER!" Nia screamed into my ear.

"Ouch! What?" I asked while trying to shake the ringing out of my ear with my finger. "Stop day dreaming about Mister model over there and let's get to class. I want to get this day over with. " She groaned and tilt her head up.

A girl came to Aviel's side and pecked him on the cheek. His eyes widened as if he was startled but later began to smile. "Who's she?" I asked Nia but she wasn't taking me on. "Nia." I called but yet she wasn't taking me on still. I slapped her on her shoulder because she was too busy drowning herself in the misery of school. "Ouch! What?" She asked while rubbing her arm. "Who's she?" I asked, trying to keep my voice a low. "That's Jean…the bitch from camp. No need to worry about her. She does that to all boys." Nia explained. "Camp? You? I don't think so." I said while holding in a laugh. "Don't even talk about it. Let's just say my little step brother Jonny needs friends." She said before grabbing my hand and pulling me with her.

"Where are we going?" I asked. " Class is the next way." I reminded her but she just kept walking. "I need to show you something." She said and pulled us into the bathroom. The same time a huge shower of rain began to fall loudly upon the school's roof. "Wow. Where did that come from?" I asked rhetorically. "From the sky." Nia said. " No shit Sherlock! Tell me more!" I over exaggerated before rolling my eyes.

She kicked opened all the toilet doors to make sure no one is in there. She pulled us into one and locked the door. "What are you doing?" I asked when I saw her raising up her shirt. "Just watch." She said and continued to take of her shirt. "Remember when I said I wanted a tattoo?" She asked. I hesitantly replied," yea- oh my God! What the bloody cow is that?" I asked trying to get far as possible from her back but the wall deceived me. It was a face of a Simpson tattoo on her back with no ragrets spelt wrong on her back. "I'm quoting this from that show. 'No regrets? Are you sure about that?" I asked her. "Nope not one." She turned back around and shrug back on her shirt. "Your mother is going to kill you." I told her feeling shock run through my bones. "I have no regrets dude. I'm a free woman. I can do whatever I want." She said. "Mhmm. Let's see if you're a free woman when mommy American turns into mommy Indian and beat your ass with a pot spoon because there's a Simpson head on your back." I said opening the door to the booth.

"Not if she doesn't find out." Nia said. " Yeah let's just hope but by the mean time just keep that away from me." I said. "Is that from the front?" I asked. " No regrets dude." She said again. "And I thought you were the wiser one." I said. "Nope. I'm just the lesser childish one." She said right before the bell rang. "Time to go to class no ragrets." I said to her.

We walked out of the bathroom to see everyone hustling to class before second bell rings. The thunder began to roar it's usual sound causing the entire form one year group to scream. "Have they not heard thunder before. They're acting like little girls." Nia rolled her eyes and walked quickly with me. "Probably because they are little girls who screamed." I face palmed her. "Let's just hope this tropical wave passes smoothly and doesn't destroy anything or hurt anyone." I said. "Time to pray?" She asked. "You bet." I said running to my first class of math.

You're probably wondering if I live in America or in some tropical country right? Well…sike bitch. I'm from Trinidad. Okrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.