As my parents pulled up to the dark chestnut colored wooden dock, my heart sank like the Titanic. Though I appreciated the fact that my parents spent $6,000 for a probably breathtaking trip and probably relaxing as well, I didn't appreciate that they didn't ask me if I wanted a break of this extremity, or with the people that were going on the trip. There are always things in life that parents never understand.
"Hey, honey?" my mom asked from the driver's seat. "Are you going to get out of the car? I mean it's great that you want to stay with us, but I think your trip is leaving in about ten minutes and your class is waiting for you."
"Yeah." I replied as I reluctantly pushed myself and my suitcase out of the car.
"Have a great time! Oh and don't forget to put on sunblock. Also, don't forget to say thank you to your teachers at the end of the trip. Okay?"
"Okay. Mom I'm not five anymore. I can make my own decisions now. I'm going to college in four months. You have to let me do my own thing and let me make my own decisions. Anyway, I have to go. Bye."
Shocked by what I said, my mother's eyes opened wide. I knew I had gone too far.
"Clarissa Miranda Montgomery. Do not ever, and I mean ever, talk to your mother like that. We all have made sacrifices to have you. Remember that you wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for your mother," my dad tried to hammer into my head.
I slammed the car door closed and walked to the crowd of students near the cruise entrance.
"Clarissa! Get back here and apologize to your mother, now!"
I didn't care one single bit about what my parents said for once in my life in that one second, so I kept walking toward my classmates. In response to my attitude, I instantly heard the familiar roar of my family's car engine turn on as soon as I got within four feet of my classmates which is my mom's "bubble of safety." Soon I heard my family's car engine get quieter as it was getting father away.
As I got closer towards the crowd of students from my high school, I heard the more popular girls talking about how many cute boys' they were going to pick up. Hearing this, I rolled my eyes and stormed off to find my group of more nerdy friends--if there were any of then that is. Why did girls always have to make a big deal about who they were going to date next? Most "high school sweethearts never last," and basically, I see it as a huge waste of time. You spend at this time daydreaming about your next date of when your disgusting spit is going to be traded with your "loved one" next when you really should be thinking about what grade you should be getting in your high school classes to be getting into the college of your dreams.
As I was thinking, I wasn't paying attention of where I was going and I almost fell off of the dock, but instead of falling off of the dock I ran into a boy. He was the type that smells like they pour Axe all of themselves and self indulges himself with how good he is; I didn't know for sure, but I could just tell. My nose scrunched up and my forehead creased at the sight of him.
"Well hello there Miss Sunshine. Don't you seem like the cheeriest person alive," the boy said with hastiness tinting his voice.
"Sorry about bumping into you. Well I got to run," I said quickly while scurrying off.
"You know, usually when girls see me all they want to do is hug and kiss me and take selfies with me. Why are you so different?" he asked while grabbing hold of my arm.
"Don't you dare touch me. To answer your question... oh, I'm not sure. Maybe because I don't like boys who are stuck up and smell like they've been soaking in Axe for the entirety of their life?"
"Woah there. Feisty aren't you. I haven't done a single thing to you and you're acting as if I'm the one who almost pushed you off the deck--"
"You mean dock?"
"Yeah, whatever. The point is though that why are you such a b***?"
"I'm not interested in you if that's what you're going for. And I will never, ever, be."
"Oh, we'll see about that."
"Oh, so you're on a challenge to swoon me over now? Nice one. Very funny. I doubt you truly like me one bit. I don't believe in dating in high school."
"Oh, so you're a high school chick? That's cool."
"So you're not in high school? What are you, in middle school or something, because you act like a boy from middle school or maybe a freshman in high school."
"Ouch, but you know what girls say... boys never grow up. About the what level of education I'm in... I'm a freshman in college actually." Naturally I couldn't help but smile at this because that is quite right. Girls always talk about how boys never grow up, but boys all but rarely admit to it.
"So you're one of those boys in college that screw girls just for the heck of it and get drunk every night? There's bound to be something bad about you."
"Oh, so now you're getting all soft on me? You know they're is some good in me just admit it."
Noticing I let some of my guard down, I decided to take another stab at being a wall to this boy. "First of all, I don't know you, or even your name for that matter, so no, I don't know that there is some good in you."
"Well you did just say that there's bound to be some bad in me, so doesn't that imply that there's some good in me? And my name is Derrick Homestad if you were wondering."
"There is no winning with you is there? Gosh. Whatever. It looks like my teachers are calling me over because they don't like the fact that I'm talking to an absolute stranger. Well, see you around maybe. Hopefully not, but you never know."
"I still don't understand why you're acting this way toward me, but fine. See you around... hopefully."
As I walked away from Derrick, I knew there is going to be something bad going to happen. I didn't know what, but I knew there was going to be, and I sure hoped it wasn't going to be falling in love... again.
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The Boyfriend Algorithm
RomanceClary Montgomery was a nerd. Everyone knew that. She wore thick-rim glasses, always had her head in a book, and swore she would never love a boy--until South Ridge High School went to Hawaii for a senior field trip. Even though she thought she had e...