LOL, Bitch Thinks Im Good(On Hold)

Chapter Six: Cake

I hate surprises, I hate people who screams just as much. I can’t stand being surprised, I like to know what’s gonna happen.

And I have a weak bladder, so if someone scares me I’ll freaking do number one and number two in my panties, so, yeah surprises sucks.

But at the moment I was about to go and read a book or something (lol, never) a bunch of people burst into my room screaming SURPRISE, scaring the living heck outta me.

“WHAT THE.” I yelled and threw the glasses away. I was never ever going to be seen with them ugly ass glasses who made my head look smaller because their damn size. It was ugly and horrible. But I don’t have a good sight. Yes, I know. Me, Kayla, have flaws. Wow, the world is screwed up.

Anyway, let’s go back to explain my near death experience.

I didn’t recognize any of their faces. Only one or two, Redhead from the lunch and someone I think I’ve seen in the hallways talking to herself.

Kids around here are creepy.

Over all, there were five girls with pointy hats on their heads and presents flowing out of their hands. And of course, as the egocentric being I am, I thought they were for me.

You know, since people here love my presence and cherish me from top to toe.

“Aw.” I said, my voice dripping out of gratitude. “Are those for me?” I beamed my million-smile at them.

“No.” Redhead answered politely and turned to face Lyla. “It’s all for the birthday kid.”

It felt like a cold bucket of water…no scratch that. It felt like the Niagara Foss was thrown down above my head, bathing me in truly sadness.

I really like presents.

“Birthday-girl?” I snorted, jealousy now replaced by the earlier gratitude I felt. I raised a brow at them and sat crossed legged on my bed, gazing at them a bit of hatred.

Doesn’t hurt to give me a presence or two sometimes, I thought briefly.

“Yeah.” a small girl said behind Readhead and looked dreamily at me. “It’s her birthday.”

I furrowed at Lyla, a bit mad that she didn’t tell me it was her birthday. She shrugged and looked back at the others. Her little herd of friends.

I still want presents…

“It’s that cake?” I asked absently and pointed at a box with a cloth over. I could smell the chocolate all the way from my bed. I sniffed in the air and nodded approvingly.

Cake is obviously better than presents.

The small girl nodded and looked confused down at her little box. I stood up and went to her with a small walk, all the while keeping a smile on my face.

“I’ll take that.” I said and dragged to me the hidden cake. “Enjoy your presents, Lyla.” I opened the door and went out, but paused a bit. I took off a bit of the cloth, smiling as I saw the frost of the cake. I poked it hard and looked back, licking my fingers.

“Happy birthday, by the way.” I smiled and licked the last of the frost on my finger. Then I walked away, leaving them bitter.

Well, they didn’t buy me a present; I could at least have a bit of cake?

I smiled for myself while I went down the hall with the cake in my hand, taking pieces of it and eating it slowly. I didn’t hear any of the girls coming after me, which I thought they would since I just took their freaking birthday cake, but none came.

 Well, that’s good, more cake to me. I chuckled as I heard them sing the birthday song when I rounded the corner. I took another piece and shoved it into my mouth while smiling.

I love cake, especially chocolate.

I walked down the other hallway, heading for the principal’s room so I could ask him if I could get a book where rules have been written down.

No, I’m not going to follow them, just going to do the opposite, that’s all.

I stopped dead still when I heard steps, so I looked up.

I saw someone in the shadows of the walls, coming closer. I saw the familiar face and sucked in breath nervously as I saw him approaching closer. He walked with his head down and eyes on the ground, so he hadn’t seen me. I brushed away my hair, and didn’t realize until loads of seconds after that I had frost and cake in my effing fingers so now my hair is glued with delicious cake. I dried my hands on my pants and looked up.

He still hadn’t seen me.

I looked around frantically. I suddenly and impulsively threw the cake in the corner while biting my lips.

Now why did I do that?

I shook my head, pepping myself up while breathing hard. Looking back to this, I felt quite mad of how and why I tried to impress a guy.

Usually I didn’t need to impress people; my looks were a factor when it came to impress anyone. When you looked like how I look like your life will be easier. People accept you easier because you have a pretty face.

I swallowed hard and fixed on my clothes, then realized I looked like a freaking hobo with my baggy clothes, hair ruffled and up as a ball.

I sighed, too late for doing anything. To hell with impressing him, he has already been impressed. I remembered when Tom saw me the first time with my own version of the school inform. He had whistled after my attention.

I smiled.

I’ve clearly impressed him good, but that doesn’t explain the freaking at he gave me on my back. Who the hell does that?

No, who the hell does that to me?

I felt the anger built up inside me.

He was now one meter away from me. I let my shoulders relax and walked casually past him. As I walked past him, his head jerked up and flew towards me. A grin on his face when he saw my clothes.

I grunted, turned on my heel and tried to walk away.

I tried.

A hand was on my mine, forcing me to turn around face him. He still had the annoying grin on his face when he looked down at my clothes, leaving me to groan under my breath. He suddenly placed his gaze at mine, his eyes going back and forth on my eyes as he was trying to search after something in them. He smiled sincerely for a second, but the sincerity of his smile vanished and was replaced with cockiness. His hand pushed me closer to him and he placed his other hand on my waist, slowly pushing me closer to his chest. He bit his bottom lip and I stared at those slightly full lips. I swallowed and looked up at him.

“You’re easy.” Tom whispered and pushed me away from his embrace, leaving me shocked. He shook his head and laughed a bit. “Too easy.”

I stared daggers at him while I tried to understand what he was saying. He saw the conflicted and confused look I had and gave me a crooked smile before he left.

I was left speechless.

Too easy? Did he just call me a slut?

I was about to go all ghetto on him with z-snaps and everything, if it wasn’t for the herd of girls coming closer.

Tom walked past them without glancing back.

 I got myself together, trying to calm down the urge of beating his ass down. I flipped my hair, smiled and walked the opposite way the girls were heading for.

I heard the gasps from the girls when they saw the cake.

I grunted.

I had thrown away a freaking cake for him!