Welcome to My World

Chapter 15 Genelyn's POV {I Actually Like Sneakers}

Author's Note: You better enjoy this rare Genelyn chapter. Her point of view is disgusting.

I'm the morning before I go to school, I check my notes. I'm in my walk in closet, trying to pick out an outfit to impress Callum. I swear, that boy is H O T.

I flip through the clothes, but each one seems to have a flaw. The pink frilly dress? Too childish. The blue top? Not allowed at school. The cocktail dress? Too desperately trying to impress.

Then I remember. He likes casual stuff, like what that freak always wears. So I pick out some skinny jeans, a pink crop top, and, shudder, a pair of freaking sneakers. As I put them on, my nose wrinkles in disgust. Ew, how does the freak stand wearing these all the time?!?! Can we say, like, EW. Can you say 'retro'?

"Miss Genelyn? The chauffeur is waiting." Our butler, Jameson, calls. As an afterthought, I grab a green hoodie. It's, like, so lame. No sparkles, no frills, no faux fur, no leather. No wonder the freak is so... Freakish.

I skip the makeup. He seems to like the 'natural' look. Then, getting into the limo, I smile. Today, Callum is going to be mine.

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It's lunch. I've picked the perfect time. The freak has to go to the nurse to make sure her boo-boo is fine, the wimp.

Author's Note: Yes, I know I'm writing this but I just need to rant that holy frick does Genelyn not know what a concussion is?!?!?!

Callum's sitting with his friends, Matthew, Ravi, and Jamie. I walk over to him. "Hey, Callum." I say.

He jerks up, immediately flipping his notebook shut. Ravi snickers. I get the feeling they all know what he was drawing. Mmm, probably me. I mean, I'm so hot who wouldn't want to draw me?

"Oh. Genelyn." He replies.

"So, I saw how Reyna turned you down, and I was thinking, would you like to go with me to the Spooks' Ball?" I ask sweetly.

"Rayla." He says sharply.

"What?" I question, unsure what that means.

"Rayla. Her name is Rayla Lunarson." Callum explains slowly and carefully.

I nod, and apologize sweetly. His friends cheer him on. "Sure, I'll go with you." He says finally.

I try not to squeal. "Great! See you there!"

Then I run back to my friends. Getting Callum Harrowson to be my date for the Spooks' Ball was definitely worth the sneakers.

Author's Note: Whew. That was gross. Try not to puke guys!