Passion: Volume 1

Chap 1:Parker-Fucking-Pecker

With my head held high, I marched to the small mirror plastered on the wall of my small white bathroom. Everything in my bathroom was white for some reason; my mom was obsessed with " white" itself.

In my tights that had Gucci stripes on the side, a red crop top that contrasted with my black jacket along with my red bottoms. I was more than ready to confess my love to him. My hands gripped hard on the edges of the sink. I stared intensely at my reflection and said, " you-I will confess! Confess to the lover of my life, my bestfriend, Tariq Scott." A smile of confidence reached my face.

He had to say yes! We knew each other from diaper days, we've been through thick and thin together. We know every little thing about each other, and according to novels the bestfriend "love interest" always goes for the main character: Me, of course!

So how could he not, am I right?

" Chelsea, how long are you going to stay in the bathroom daydreaming again?" My step- brother, Travis complained while knocking on the bathroom door quite loudly I must commend.

"Chill... I'll be out in one minute"

"More like one year," He chuckled.

"You're really testing my spirit right now. I could might as well make it a year." I retorted.

"Seriously, Chelsea get the fuck out of the bathroom! You're going to make me late for school, and I won't get to walk Monica to school."

I rolled my eyes at his last statement. Travis made it his duty to walk "Monica", his girlfriend, to school every single time. He thought she would see him as the "perfect boyfriend" or rather Prince Charming. Then they would embark on a life-long relationship.

In frustration, I ran my hand over my face and yelled, " Okay, just stop getting under my skin!" Before I busted the door open.

Travis jumped simultaneously so I giggled. " I scared you, momma's boy?" I said hovering over him. Travis was about 5 inches shorter than me, I was a pretty tall 'gal'.
Travis averted his brown eyes away from me. "No... move it!" He pushed me aside and went into the bathroom.

I giggled and went to collect my home-cooked lunch on the kitchen table which was compiled of corn beef sandwich along with some fruits: apple, grape and an orange. My mom is a nutritionist so she likes to keep things healthy for us, obviously.

I bid my parents goodbye and went on my way to school on my red bicycle; it was a small town, everyone knew everyone, and it was easy to get around.
I admired the way how the houses were neatly aligned to one another, the birds chirping, and the way how the wind was blowing through my black curly hair which seemed to be getting in my eyes so I had to stop for a second to get it out. Totally ruined the moment!

Suddenly I heard a whistle, it was no other than Lucas Smith. That asshole have been trying to get with me ever since I came to this damn school but I didn't want him because his personality sucked shit; self-centered, clingy, needy and he behaved like the world owed him a favour for he was rich boy. As for his looks, he was just an average-looking boy coupled with a bad case of acne, he was skinny, I was taller than him by 2 inches ( such a turnoff, my dream guy must always be taller than me!), and he looked as if he had rickets.

I scoffed as I seized him up. " Do you want a ride, baby?" He smirked in his BMW red-looking car.

I just gave him a middle finger and as I was getting ready to leave him behind I heard, "nice ass by the way, quite the view."
"Fuck you, Lucas." I whipped my head around.

"Gladly", Lucas smiled.
I rode off on my bicycle fast like my life depended on it.

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I made my way into the classroom hoping the teacher wouldn't turn for her back was turned as she was writing on the board. I started to tiptoe to my seat which was in the middle of the classroom; I was so close, just two desks away!
Before I had the decency to sit down. Parker Pecker, the class pet, snitched on me, "Mrs. Brown, Chelsea is late today." Parker smiled in triumph, exposing a slight gap between his two front teeth.

Like a woman possessed by a demon, Mrs. Brown snapped her head around in sync. "You dared to come to my class late, you weren't even courteous, and you had the audacity to sneak your way in to my class!" Mrs. Brown emphasised on the two last words whilst pointing her finger accusingly at me.

"But-" She interrupted me, "I don't want to hear it."

"Detention," Mrs. Brown glared and continued, "additionally, I don't want to hear another word from you until this class is over." Mrs. Brown refrained to what she was doing. Parker and his friends giggled at the scene beforehand.

Screw them all, especially Lucas! Fuck him and his rickety looking leg. All because of him Travis won't get to walk me home. I was upset the whole time, Parker kept on glancing my way occasionally smirking just to spite me.

He'll get what's coming soon enough!
3 hours later, my morning classes were done. It was now lunch time, and it was my time to meet my bestfriend, my future husband, my... my Tariq.

A smile rose to my cheeks at the mention of his name. I ran like flash to the lunch room.

There, in all his glory, Tariq Scott- his hands tucked in his Jean's pants. Smiling cheek to cheek to whatever his friend, Simon said. His smile was so contagious, I had to smile too. He wore a plain blue shirt. Tariq was lean, and of course, taller than me which I adored.

Tariq was also built because he did swimming. I snuck up behind him, and squeezed him tightly just to feel his ripped-muscles beneath his shirt, and his warmth.

"Ouchie, take it easy there".
I giggled like a fool, slapping his arm for no apparent reason. Simon tried to whisper into Tariq's ear, "is she on drug or something?"

I wanted to say: yeah, every- fucking-time- I -see -him but instead, I said, "no." Averting my eyes away from them. "Well, be right back... Haha." I said while giving them peace sign.
Tariq and Simon just looked at each other like "what the fuck?"

On my way to buy my lunch some idiot decided to bump straight into me. That wasn't the worse part, I suddenly felt hot as if I'm getting burned by hell itself. My skin was now covered with white slimy undercooked noodles.
Who dares to bump instant noodles into me!?

"What the fuck!?" I perked my head up looking for the culprit, only to realize it was the one and only, Parker-Fucking-Pecker.