Definition Of Imperfect

Chapter 16: My Life Is Like One Huge Ass Soap Opera

Chapter 16!

God, why is he so infuriating! Honestly, what gives him the right to say John is just using me, when he is exactly like him, if not worse?

He has been nothing but nice too you. The stupid voice in the back of my mind says.

Okay, maybe he did take me to a place close to his heart, make me breakfast and comfort me yesterday when my psycho of an uncle showed up, but does that really give him the right to judge who I should talk to or not?

No, but his opinion should count, he is only looking out for you. The annoying voice reasons.

Urghh, I feel like I'm in one of those stupid movies where they have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, only in this situation I'm the devil and my conscious is the goody toe shoes' angel.

My life is like one huge ass soap opera and there is completely and utterly nothing I can do about it.

"Woah, Slow down Rocky! What's crawled up your ass and died?" Lewis gasps. "You are aware I have been calling your name for the past minute?" He asks breathlessly.

I give him a sheepish smile, while walking into homeroom. "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind."

Lewis and I make our way to the back row where Laura has yet to arrive. "Care to share with your favourite twin?" he asks.

I look at him in fake horror. "I couldn't possibly choose a favourite twin. It's like a mother choosing her favourite child it's impossible!" I exclaim, my voice going an octave higher that it usually is.

Lewis scoffs. "Hon, every mother has a favourite child; they just pretend they don't to make themselves look good."

Well damn.

That's why Max seems to have an ever growing pile of toys.

"As long as my mom doesn't turn into an evil step-mother then I don't particularly care." I respond shrugging. To be completely honest, my mom doesn't act like she has a favourite, but I guess she pays more attention to Max given his situation.

"I suppose. My mom can barely tell the difference between Luke and I anyway. I guess that makes it impossible for her to have a favourite."Luke murmurs looking out the window.

"Speak for yourselves. " Laura says taking the seat next to me. "My mom's a stuck up bitch who thinks wearing a Knee length skirt is a sin and sends the wrong impression to the opposite sex." She mutters. "Seriously what impression is that going to send other than that I'm a prude?" She exclaims.

I was about to open my mouth to respond when somebody else cut me off. "Oh look, that girl over there is showing off a cheeky bit of ankle, damn that's hot!" Lewis exclaims sarcastically.

Both Laura and I turn our heads slowly towards Lewis, with matching 'What the actual fuck' looks on our faces.

When he sees the looks we are giving him, he holds his hands up in surrender. "Stop looking at me like I'm insane. Laura asked what impression it gives off, so I gave her one. Though, the last part was slightly untrue." He defended. "It would be more along the lines off...Damn that girl needs to get back to the nunnery." He finished his voice becoming quieter with each word when he sees Laura is now glaring at him profusely.

I slap a hand to my mouth when Laura reaches over my body and punches Lewis on the arm, making him wince and shout 'OW' extremely loudly causing a few students to turn in their seats and look at us.

"That's what you get for making fun on the knee length skirt." She smirks.

I chuckle and high five her because I actually own a few knee length skirts and dresses, and I personally don't find them prudish. They make me look more sophisticated and older, which most teenage girls lack from their very slutty looking closets.