Learning to be Sister's [discontinued]

Azeala Six

Azeala was leaning against the hood of her car with Kloe next to her and a bunch of girls chattering about try-outs that day when she spotted Ana and Jonah walk out the school building together. The brunette was facing Jonah, only their familiar dark hair standing out against the crowd of students.

Clenching her jaw, she looked away and back down to the IPhone in her poem, scrunching her eye brows together as she read Fords text message.

'Meet me at our spot in ten minutes.'

She bit her lips before letting out a bitter laugh, the audacity of him

"Is he fucking serious right now?"

Azeala  ignored the questioning looks of the group in front of her and pushed herself off the car. She decided not to respond to him — let him fucking wait. Screw him.

"Girls, I'm gonna go get dressed. Good luck during try-outs."

She caught Kloes questioning look but shook her head, signalling they would discuss it later. No need to let the whole world hear about her and her exes problems. Or only her exes for the matter.

Did he grasp the concept of common sense? He seemed to lack the understanding.

She did not want to talk to him. At all.

She was far from interested in watching the try-outs and deciding which girls got to make it on the team.

She wanted to drive off and go to a place she could actually think.

Azealawasn't prepared for being with squealing freshman's stuck with a gymnasium where the sound of a pin drop would echo.

She had honestly forgotten about the try outs this morning but as she walked towards the entrance she was dreading it.

A hand swung around her shoulder and she froze.

A suave voice sounded next to her ear, "A pretty girl like you couldn't be walking up these stairs alone? Come on Azeala, you could do better than that."

Azeala turned towards Alan, shrugging his arm off and sending him a smirk, "Of course I can, loser."

He grinned, placing a tan hand on his plain white T-shirt, "Ouch! I see the whole Ice Queen act is back."

"Who said it was an act?"

"Me."

"I didn't know what you said counted for anything."

The jock gave a shrug, "It means a lot in this school but anyway, I was wandering if you knew where Sav was."

"Like I keep track of you Neanderthals and your football buddies."

He gave another lazy grin, " You should watch how you talk to people, they might start thinking things and calling you a bitch."

Azeala cocked an eyebrow at him, "Wouldn't be the first time, but at least I'm a beautiful bitch."

"Your modesty is showing."

"It must've rubbed of from you, since we all know how modest you are."

"At least you're learning from the best."

"The best at what? Screwing the most amount of girls in the least amount of time?"

Alans laugh was cut off by a deep voice calling his name from behind Azeals back — Savs.

"Well, I got to go, I'll see you soon."

"In your dreams."

"I plan on it." He shot her a wink and she watched him walk off, rolling her eyes.

Turning back towards the building, she began her ascent. Making it to the top, she realized she was smiling.

Stupid Alan.