2
“I cannot believe this! So your saying that you had a control on Logan, the most arrogant yet the most beautiful man in our beloved school!?” Lacey exclaimed after I told her what happened earlier.
We were inside her car and she was giving me a ride home. “Well, if that’s how you put it—YES! I HAVE A REASON TO CONTROL THAT ARROGANT BASTARD!” I yelled out.
5 seconds of summer’s Don’t Stop roared as she drives her white convertible on the main street of our town. “Darn it Kelly, what a lucky bitch you are.” She said in a very amused tone.
Lacey has been my bestest friend ever since we were sophomores. Just like the rest of the school’s population, she is rich. Not filthy rich like Logan, but normally rich.
I am not really blessed when it comes to financial stuff, but I am blessed to have a brain that works faster than anyone inside that school and blessed to have a supporting family. Well, to be honest, our school isn’t really that big of a deal for me to even stay, I mean, it’s educational standards are average and the reason that most of its students population’s rich is that Mr. Lerman (Specifically Logan’s dad) is raising a fund into it to make the school (as Mr. Worthington said) more efficient.
And as for me, wanting to stay there is that, having a scholarship looks really great if you write it on your college application. HAHAHA.
“So what are you up to, now that you have the power to boss him around.” She took a glance at me then focused on the streets again.
“Technically, I don’t have the power to boss him around like what we both have in mind, but I do have my ways to make him look and feel bad.” I snickered.
She took a long breathe, “Is this about what happened to the both of you, a million decades ago? I thought you’ve already passed that?”
I clutched the hem of my sweater at the thought of what she had said. “I did—I had passed that, okay? It’s just that—It’s not fair to me at all, alright? I mean, come on—It was just—We haven’t—He didn’t—I wasn’t—“I sighed out loud. “Let’s not talk about this alright?” I said, disregarding the topic.
“Fine. I’m sorry.” She said apologetically. She stopped her car when it finally hit my street.
“No, it’s fine. And thanks, for the ride, Lace.” I said, trying to smile to hide my weary voice.
I unlock my seatbelt and opened the door beside me. I stepped out of the car and I bowed down to meet her eye inside. She looked constipated and before I could even say a word to make her feel better, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean’t to say anything offensive—I was just—I was just—“ I cut her stuttering with a small yet forced giggle.
“It’s alright.” I said waving her guilt away.
She flipped her blonde bangs on the side. “I really am sorry, though.” She said once more.
“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard you. See you tomorrow, alright?” I said.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She chirped before driving away.
I unlocked our front door and came barging inside. “I’m home!” I yelled out. No one answered.
I walked my way to our kitchen and saw my sister making another one of her food experiments. “Kylla, what have I told you about not wasting our food!?” I screamed at her making her jump out of our wooden stool.
“What the heck, Kelly! You almost made me pour all these sugars inside!” She kvetched.
‘Don’t you dare use that tone on me, young lady.” I mimicked mom’s authoritive voice while copying her posture when she’s mad about something we’ve done. One hand on her waist and the other is pointing her index finger at us.
She rolled her eyes at me, “Sorry, mom. It’s not my fault I’ve always wanted to be a chef.” She said, aweless. She then started to mix a bowl of yellowish unedible thing with a huge wooden spoon.
I looked around the kitchen to see the mess she had done, again. “Kylla, clean this up before mom and dad gets home.” I said clearly before stomping my shoes and headed to my room upstairs.
I threw my bag on the side of my study table and started taking my shoes off first before undressing all my clothes.
5 seconds of summer’s Rejects sang echoed around the room. I took my bag and put it on my lap while I tried to find my cellphone.
“Hello?” I answered the call.
“Where are you? I told you to wait for me, remember?” I slowly remove my phone near my ear to see the caller’s I.D. *Unknown number*
Even though I already knew who it was, I still pretended like I didn’t. “Uhm, who is this?”
He groaned. He didn’t say anything for a while. I can sense that he’s massaging the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Damn it, Kelly. I have no freaking time to ‘play make-the-hot-and-absolutely-gorgeous-Logan-Lerman-mad’ game, alright?” He said irritatedly.
I rolled my eyes and continued undressing myself. It does feel weird, though. Undressing myself while talking to a guy, like, eww. “What do you want, duck face?”
“Where the hell are you? I told you wait for me after drama club right? Can’t you just wait for an hour—“
“If hell means, my house, well yes, I am home. And yes, you did tell me to wait for you after your drama club, BUT I didn’t say I WILL wait. And hell no, I won’t—can’t wait for you for an hour because I am not one of those girlies of yours who could wait for you to finish your practice just to make out with you at the back of the theatre room.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Who said I’ll be making out with you?” I don’t if his tone was disgust or teasing, but damn it. I was caught of guard.
“Ah-I didn’t s-say that.” I stammered. Fck it.
“Well, you kind of did, honey.” I’m predicting that his face is showing off another one of his oh-so-famous-smirk.
“Whatever. What do you want?” I said waving off his tease.
He sighed. “as I said before, I told you to wait—“
“What for?” I cut him off.
“So we could freaking arrange this bullshit that my dad has given to us! I don’t wanna be a followed around by a weirdo everyday! I have reputation to take care of, and besides, it doesn’t look manly to have a babysitter—“
“I’m not babysitting you! Haven’t you heard what Mr. Worthington said a while ago? I’ll be your freaking guardian or something for you to be, you know..” I prompted.
“to be what? Like you? A perfectly invisible nobody? HAH! Whatever.” There was a lump in my throat that was stopping me to say something really witty. And my heart felt like it was falling from Niagara Falls that has a never ending pit. Guess, this is what you called hurting and feeling pain. Yes, his words hurt like hell is burning my skin. A perfectly invisible nobody, huh?
I didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Kelly, ah-I didn’t mean’t to say—“Before he could even apologize, I cut him off.
“You know, what? You’re a fcking asshole! Wish you rot in hell you piece of shitty booger!” I said before hunging up.
