The Unexpected [On Hold]

Chapter 2 : New and Hot

THE UNEXPECTED : Chapter 2 – New and Hot

“Do you know that there’s a new hot guy here?” Janet, my best friend was practically shouting and jumping right now. Well she was male-obsessed, but she was not the slut type. Hm, I would like to know if this new guy was hotter than Marky-poo.

Yes, Mark was the god of all sex gods. With those muscles and sexy ass, who wouldn’t swoon over him? I never know why some people are so much blessed. Him for example, he was so blessed. He had the looks, the brains, the girls. Well, not everything. He didn’t have the brains. He was an idiot. And being the sex god, I wonder if he had STD. He was sort of a player? But not really. He didn't date two people at the same time, or go 'crazy and wild with the hot chicks'.

Talking nasty things about your five-year-crush, eh? Naughty, naughty Allison.

“Um…No?” I answered my freak friend’s question. Quickly, she dragged me towards some specific place with crowds. I could sense that this guy was hot, or not. I slowed my pace, “Hey, have you seen him?” I asked her, but she simply shook her head with her grin still on her face. Seriously, she hadn’t taken even a glance at the guy and she just claimed that he was hot? I had that feeling that tells me that he would not be any hotter than a grilled llama.

“How could you say he’s hot when you haven’t see him?” I stopped and crossed my arms infront of me, she gave me the look that says ‘Are you blind? Look at the crowd’. Yeah, right. The crowd. But, hello? The crowd may also mean something else. Like this guy was a leprechaun, or he had one arm only, you name it.

“The crowd maybe means that he has one arm only or something like that,” I said speaking what I thought. She blew the pink bubblegum that was on her mouth, and popped it in front of me.

“If he really has one arm, would all the crowd be girls?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows while her long, skinny finger pointing at the crowd of bimbos. Well, maybe he was not a one armed man. Maybe he was hot. Maybe he could compete my dear Mark. But no, no. Nobody was allowed to compete Mark. She raised her eyebrow, challenging me if I could give a better comeback.

But before we could make our way to the so-called hot boy, Victoria, the queen of all sluts and her gang–preferably her little minions–came up to us, with her purple purse slung on her arm. Purse? School? Is it prom, now? I wondered.

“Hey Ally, long time no see. Oh! FYI, the guy's cute,” she twirled her hair and gave me her big smile. I stared at her, and tapped my heels on the tiled floor.

I clunked my tongue, "Hm. I don't care,". I gave her my sly smirk. She used to be my friend far back in middle school, but she changed. Basically, she grew some boobs, turned gorgeous, and yeah. She was now mean, annoying, and she thought she was the most powerful girl in the whole friggin' world! She was kind to people, but the next day, she was all harsh and full of hatred.

I didn't like her, well maybe because I was jealous. It was normal for people to get envy at her or jealous, just look at her! She was adorable. The whole school agreed–or maybe forced to agree–that she should be one of the student council! Seriously, her dumb head might ruin the whole school. They were always mean to the girls, but with the boys? Ha. They were angels! Except the boys they thought weren't good enough, though.

She was always with Mark before. I was a little bit envy, you know. Why? First, she was way hotter and more adorable than the plain ol' me. Second, she had the chance with Mark! Too bad she was such a walking STD.

And just when I was wondering how he looked like, I saw the cat. No, I mean I saw the god that looks familiar. I didn’t know when I ever met him. By now, Victoria had walked away, sashaying her big bum.