Author's Note:
Let me get things straight. I'm not a proffesional writer, I'll admit that my grammars aren't the best and blah blah blah. This is also my first time writing.
If you also think that I'm stealing someone's idea, fear not my readers, because this is completely my idea. So yeah if you think that I'm stealing, they don't read it. Okay? Okay.
And please if I wrote something that offended you, I'm sorry.
credits for my wattpad cover. (the photo was from we heart it)
thanksss :)
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Chapter 1: late night talks and stalking
"Bree's POV"
"Wait what?" My friend, Avery, sits beside me making my bed shift a little bit to the side. I mean she's not that heavy but yeah, she loves to eat, a lot. Well, you gotta love her
"What, What?" Me being the slow one asked. We were just basically in my room just chilling because why not?
"You know Jayce?, Jayce Carter?" she asked, her eyes slightly budging out of her eye sockets
I glare at her intently focusing on the question. Jayce Carter? I swear I heard his name before. YES! Now I remember him. But my memory of him wasn't that great.
"Oh yeah Jayce Carter, I remember him, as long as I remember he was a douche. What about him?" I curiously asked.
Avery chuckles nervously. "He's coming back" she began fidgeting and starts whispering incoherent things.
"What the fuck Avery, stop doing that! It fucking scares me." I said truthfully. It's legit scary. Okay?
" Anything for you babe.' She playfully winked and smiled. I stood up and began shuffling through my shelves to find something to read
"Yeah whatevs Ave" I simply replied, while pulling out the book, Eleanor and Park.
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Avery went home at ten thirty, and I kinda felt empty. She always spends her free time here, I really don't mind. She's like my sister from another mother.
Today was a tough day, Memories from earlier were still fresh from my mind. We went to the mall this morning so that's why we ended up talking in my room, you know the Jayce Carter topic
Jayce Carter, that son of a bitch. I call him a bitch because of what he did two years ago, I guess that dick didn't even change. Well he was originally from here, London. But his family decided that they should migrate at Florida.
"Enough of that!" my conscience barged in and suddenly I felt awake. Why was I even thinking about him?
"Maybe because you're a bitch" Oh god, my conscience is eating me up.
I opened my Twitter account and I suddenly sdehad the urge to search for his name. And so I did. My fingers suddenly moving by itself and started typing his name.
I did saw his account and in his picure, I can see that he had change a lot. He had this piercing blue eyes that can look through your soul, dark hair and well, a well-defined jaw.
Oh god, I was stalking him. Fuck. His latest tweet was from three minutes ago.
'"@braydenjayce: Gooodd tooo beee back :)) Old school, here I come! Be readdy ladies hehehe. ;)"
Oh what a flirt. Is it me raging or is it just him being annoying? I tapped the reply button and said
"@breeesme: @braydenjayce oh really? you're coming back. oh what a joy you little piece of shit, if you don't remember i'm gonna castrate you! hahahahah" Tweet sent
I'm so done with my life.
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Banging was heard from the door but I didn't budge. I don't want to go to school this early. For God's sake it's freaking six am.
"Breeeeeee, wakeeee upp!" My mum said as she slightly opened the door. She walked toward my bed and sat down. She started tickling me. Oh yeah, she knows my weakness and that was tickling me to death.
"M-u-um st-oop i-tt." I said in-between laughs "Okay, I'm up!" I enthusiastically said without regrets.
"Okay Bree, Let's go eat some breakfast downstairs, dad's already waiting." she calmly said and nods, making a strand of her hair fall out.
"Let's go."
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After eating breakfast and doing my morning routine, our driver, Winnie drives me to school. I used to tease him when I was younger you know like Winnie the Pooh? The sudden thought made me burst out of laughter. He gave me a "wth" look and I simply said I'm sorry
"We're here." he said in a monotone
"Thanks Winnie." he opened the door and lead me out.
We said our goodbyes and he drove off.
"Let's get it on," I said to myself, hoping that this day will be nice.
