LOL, Bitch Thinks Im Good(On Hold)

Chapter Seven: Priest's Son

“Tom. Mr Asshole would probably suit him. Huh, calling me easy. He’s just jealous…” I was muttering low for myself, anger building up. How dared he calling me easy, as if he wasn’t. He had the I-Can-Have-Anyone-I-Want smell practically glued on his face. Not only that, I had thrown a cake to impress this douchebag. A cake, the holiest thing in my life.

Wow.

I am such an idiot.

“Hey,” I heard Blondie’s voice behind me, a herd of steps came closer. “Why are you talking to yourself?”

“And why aren’t you minding your own business, birthday kid?” I snapped and turned around. The flash of hurt crossed her eyes; it was too obvious for me not to see. And weirdly enough I felt bad. Like, I felt my gut clench. For the very first time, I felt bad. For someone else.

Great. I had actually tried to impress a dude, failed, and now I have a conscious.

This school has weird mojo things going on. It has messed me up. Big time.

“Sorry,” Lyla whispered and hurried to walk away with her herd of friends. I turned around, arms outstretched. I was about to apologize, but stopped myself.

I don’t apologize. I’m cold and supposed to not give a shit about anything. Nothing at all. It’s not my fault that Blondie is sensitive.

Grunting I went back to my room in my dirty baggy clothes.

What the hell is going on, I thought for myself. Why am I here, why did my mother leave me here? If the plan was to screw me over, she did well. I gotta give her that. She had fooled me. Twinned me around her little finger.

Well played mom, well played. We are obviously related.

I ripped the door open and went in, closing the door with a bang. It was late, soon curfew. And for once I didn’t break the rules. I went to my bed, lied down and breathed out.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I’m myself again. I will make chaos, turn heads and make people envy my pure awesomeness. And hopefully get kicked out.

I closed my eyelid, and very slowly I went to sleep. Only one image in my head.

Channing Tatum. Butt naked.

**

“Remember to read for the science test tomorrow,” the teacher yelled above the chats of the teenage kids.

I smiled, shaking my head while I went out of the door.

I was so going to skip class tomorrow.

School was finally over.  I had three hours before dinner. Three hours to make fuss and chaos. Something clever, I need to do something clever.

“Hi there,” a voice behind me.

“Fuck off.” I spat out and rolled my eyes. I didn’t have time to talk to anyone. Unless it was Channing Tatum. Yes, we would do more than talking then. But obviously it couldn’t be Mr. Tatum. As if he knew I excisted…

Sigh.

“Woah, sharp toungue.” the voice behind me came closer.

I turned around and looked into the ocean deep blue eyes, flawless skin and blond hair owned by the hot dude who practically said that I had a colorful vocabulary.

“What.” I snapped and ignored his good looks. And his full lips. And his obvious abs through his white v-shirt.

“You’re new.” he ignored my rudeness.

“No shit.” I turned around and walked away. As I knew he would, he followed me like a cute blue eyed puppy.

“I’m Ryan. Ryan Avoy.” he came to my right side. “And you are?”