Taylor Rizzler POV
Ugh. That Tori girl needed to catch a break. I seriously needed this boy. Cyrus. He was hot. He made me sweat over him. Seriously, you have never felt this feeling before. But, maybe this could add to my popularity not that I wasn’t popular enough. Just maybe.
I couldn’t even pay attention to class! I mean really…all I could do was stare at every time he’d smile randomly and his dimples would appear. His profile was clear and it was detailed. I used my pointer finger to trace the outline of his profile. HEAVEN.
But Tori. Tori Blake was a son of a bitch. She dared to interfere with Cyrus’s and my relationship? Well, it wasn’t a relationship yet, but it was soon to be. I had to pull off the ultimate prank that’d get her to back off my boy. But, what about Elle? Wasn’t she going to fight?
“Ms. Rizzler?” Mr. Gonzales asked.
Ugh, Spanish, “Yes?” I rose my eyebrow.
“Let me ask you the simplest question. What does ‘bebé te quiero’ mean?”
The class roared in laughter. I groaned. Spanish. God I hated it. Curse you, mom.
“Uh, ‘baby, tea please’?” I questioned.
Since te was like tea and I don’t know. The class laughed. Tori looked at me with a huge smile on her face. In this class, both my so-called best friends were with me, along with Cyrus. Cyrus was looking towards Elle. God, what’s interesting about her?
“Wrong. Who else know?” Mr. Gonzales questioned.
Cyrus rose his hand to speak up, “Mr. Gonzales,‘bebé te quiero’ means ‘Baby, I love you.’”
Cyrus turned and smiled at Elle. Of course! Elle was on the other side of the room, but in view to Cyrus. I was in the back…far unnoticeable. Why did I choose this seat in the beginning of the school year? I cleared my throat loudly and purposefully as Tori shot me a look. She smirked at my lazy Spanish.
“Correct. How do you know?” Mr. Gonzales asked in curiosity.
“I’ve took many language courses as a young child. Since my family moved often for job, I’ve learned plenty,” Cyrus replied.
GOD AGAIN! He had a sexy voice. It was deep and the words flowed out. And he knew a bunch of languages!
“Sorry to peak into your life. But out of curiosity, how many languages can you speak and what?” Mr. Gonzales got off topic.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” I muttered under my breath.
“I don’t mind at all. I can speak a total of seven: French, Italian, Japanese, Spanish, Mandarin, German, and Cantonese. Including my own language then it’s eight.”
My eyes widened. I mean, eight languages! Damn he was totally reeling me in. I was sweating. The bell rang.
“Alright, sorry for taking up a lot of time. But remember, we’ve got a Spanish project tomorrow. And I will be partnering you guys up.”
The class groaned. Even I did. What if someone else was partnered with my Cyrus? Someone like Tori? I still didn’t plan out my prank. What should I do? I wasn’t even a prankster or whatever. Damn, chasing after love was totally exhausting.
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I arrived home and collapsed on my bed. It was time to get my head in the game. No more playing around and falling for her stupid pranks. Really? Cheese with mayonnaise? Not a classic. Well, not in my house.
I turned on my Macbook and searched up ‘Great pranks to humiliate’ on google search sight. Bunch of websites popped up. I clicked on a YAHOO q & a. One answer I saw below, turned on my mini lightbulb up in my mind. It was perfect. I had to humiliate her this way. Instead of pouring a drink to make her pee herself, I decided to pour fruit punch or something in a darker shade of read to make her look like she was menustrating…or having her period in this case.
It was perfect. Too perfect. I was prepared. But, what if she shot me a comeback? Or an insult? Boy, I wasn’t going to let her away from that. I searched up ‘Harsh comebacks/insults’. Scrolling down, I saw twelve great ones. I wasn’t going to say them in front of you. That’d be harsh. Haha. Just kidding. No seriously, I am.
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I had finished homework and decided to head to bed early. But before I did that, I logged onto Facebook eager to see if Cyrus had a facebook. Clicking on the search box, I totally forgot his last name. Was it Hilly? Hyland? Hillard? Oh my god. This was great. Just great.
Hmmm. I went onto Tori’s profile and smoke came out of my ears. Not literally… She had friended Cyrus before me! Why didn’t I think of that when I just came home! FUCK. Ah. And right, it’s Cyrus Hilton. I was stupid to not remember. I was brain farting? Maybe. Tori had beat me to it. CURSE HER AND HER BRAIN.
I clicked onto his profile and scanned it. Apparently he came from Fort Lauderdale, Florida and had moved a lot from jobs. But finally his dad found a decent job that didn’t require moving all over the world. Damn, if he moved, I’d be heartbroken.
I turned it off and turned off the light before falling onto my bed out of tiredness. But I couldn’t sleep. I turned and tossed around in my bed trying to find the perfect spot. But the thing is, I couldn’t get the image where Cyrus gave THE NOD out of my mind. Who was he specifically doing it to? Tori? Elle? Or better yet, me?
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Chasing after Love <3
HumorSenior year of high school. All about partying and having fun right? Wrong. When Tori and her best friends, Taylor and Elle start liking the new boy, they are desperate to become his girlfriend. But as their friendship gets torn apart, they become e...
