Annoying Adam

Of Course

The next day was perfect. Of course.

Adam was civil in school, Angel was the model slut: not seen or heard, and I got to know my new friends better.

Allie was a bold, outspoken person. She enjoyed choir, mostly because she got to see Angel make a fool of herself, and was excited to do both volleyball and track. The randomness that spewed from her mouth made it seem like she would make a good sports coach, or something that involved activity. Maybe a comedian?

Anna, however, was a shy, calm girl. Her favorite subject was History,  but she wanted to become a writer. I thought she would make a wonderful teacher, and I told her so.

"I love to write, though!" she protested.

"But I can't see you doing that!" I retorted. Honestly, sometimes I thought Anna was the most bullheaded person I've ever met.

That's when I remembered Adam. He was worse. Pile on arrogance, cockiness, and ignorance, I felt my hand twitch. We both wanted to slap him. Thank you hand.

So, the only eventful part of the day was (you know, there has to be drama somewhere outside of the class) was P.E. The only class I have with Olg- I mean, Angel. And creepy Mr. Lawrence.

We had volleyball (booboo again) and formed teams. I joined the group I had last time. This time, one other person, the other girl, played. I found out that her name was Grace. God must have been on crack or something, because this girl was the antonym of grace. She fell over her feet walking.

I smiled knowingly. "Gravity checks, huh?"

"What?" She looked at me like I had lost it.

"You don't trip, you do random gravity checks," I replied sympathetically.

She rolled her eyes at me. No one these days seemed to appreciate good sarcastic wit. This is where Angel comes into my day. And ruined it. Just seeing her face was enough, let alone what she was going to say.

"Hey, girls," she sneered.

I rolled my eyes. Ignore the needy female dog and maybe she will go away.

No such luck. "So, you know how tonight, there's going to be a big party at the Black's?"

Grace perked up. I don't think she was very high on the popular charts. Or the IQ one either.

"No. What's happening?" Stupid, stupid Grace. You fell right into the carnivorous spider's trap.

Angel's eyes lit up maliciously.

"Well, you know how much I just love to party, right?" She barged on, not leaving time for either of us to reply. "Well, and I get invites to all or the parties, and it would just be so rude to not go." She sent an evil glare my way. God, she was just going all out.

Fine. Backstory: I was invited to the party. I turned it down. Adam invited me, but I knew his kind of party: drinking, sex, and maybe drugs. I was a rebel, but I wasn't necessarily an all bad kid.

Like, I would talk back to the teachers, but I didn't start fights with them. Or I would reject kids, but I tried not to lead them on. I wasn't a b*tch/slut like Olga over there.

"So I'm going to the party. And I found this really cute dress. Here's me with it on." She whipped her phone out from her bra, entered her password, and found a picture of a dress. Well, more like scraps.

It was pure white, and extremely high cut in the front. Of course, the back flowed down to the ground. And she had some really high, thin heels on. Spaghetti heels? But the dress...in the front, a lacy bra would have been less revealing.

I gagged, and turned away as she shoved it in front of my face. Luckily it was time for us to play. I ran out onto the court and gestured for the guy to serve the ball, pronto.

And that, my dear children, is how I knew I had to un-reject the invitation.

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A big grin on my face when I got home at 5 told my mom (who got home early tonight) I had been up to something. I saw her happy face scrunch up into a more wary one.

"What have you been doing?" she asked cautiously.

I grinned mischievously. "Do you mean who? And Mom, curiosity killed the cat, you know."

The wary look turned into a frightened one. I laughed, then added, "Joking!  I was out shopping. Did you seriously think I was doing it?" I pretended to pout.

"Well, honey, you are getting to the age where boys and girls do things like-"

I cut her off. We were not going to have this conversation. As in ever, not just right now.

Besides, I did have a party to prepare for.

Extremely short chapter, I know. But I had to read Hiroshima, and I got bored. Plus, this leads up to the next chapter. And there will be some serious Angel/Adam/Stacy/crowd action. I promise.

Interviewer: What do you think of Angel?

CJ: Well, mmm we really don't have enough information on her backstory right now to be able to correctly assume anything about her.

Interviewer: Really? Are you serious?

CJ: *Snorts* No way! She's a butt and I condemn her to an eternal life of continual death.

Interviewer: *Mutters* I knew something was off when she answered nicely and smartly.

CJ: I heard that peasant!

*Flips hair* Stay cray-cray.

-Chica Jay-

PS: The the dress at the right or first page is Angel's dress, although that is not Angel. The girl in the dress is not skanky enough to be her. -Chica :)

Song of the Chapter: Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf