Success, Everything Is Only Matter Of Others Liking You

Chapter Eleven

"Oh and Summer. Today afternoon I will pick you up after school." Mother tells me while handing me my breakfast. Yeah, I still call her a mother not a mum.

"I wanted to hang out with my new friends a bit firssssst." I say still half asleep. "Can you get me an hour or two later?"

"No." Ugrlh! Why now? "We have the meeting already arranged." What?

"I don't know about any meeting." I say and narrow my eyes at her.

"It is a psychologist." She says in a monotode voice and turns from me doing something in the kitchen.

A psychologist?! "And why are you telling me now?!" I don't get her lately. "So girst you took me from my old school where I finally started to have some friends after years of trying. Then you took me to a hospital and let a totaly starnge man to chcek on my vagina and now you are taking me to a psychologist? And you never tell me earlier than a day before it or even that exact morning?!" Is she playing a game with me? Trying how much I will be capable to stand?

I am so angry that I am not even hungry anymore. I get from the table and tun back to my room. I must take on something that won't tell much about me.

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I am so so so angry! How could she not tell me?! I go toward the building called my school and try to open the door by pushing my hip into it. Ouch! I completely forgot about the bruise!

I walk to my locker to take out what I need. I see Lars leaning against my locker and smiling at something on his phone. Some lovey-dovey messages with some pretty, funny, perfect girl. No I am not jealous, of what should I? We are not even dating.

"Please move." I say coldly, maybe too coldly but I don't really care now.

"Hey ... so you are not out princes Winter anymore? You are the ice cold queen Winter from now." He tries to joke, but well it doesn't sound funny for me.

"Ha ha. So funny I just forgot to laugh." I say as I take out the textbooks.

"Come on Win-Summer ..." He stands from behind me and hugs me. Woah ... what's going on?

"No Lars. I am not really in the mood." I try to unwrap his arms from around me. But he won't let go off of me. "I really gotta go to my class ..." I try to talk him to let me go.

"Nope. And beside it, there is still five minutes left until the class starts." He says into my ear and it tickles to feel his breath on my neck.

"Nooo ... I really need to go. Lars I ..." this won't lead anywhere. I turn in his arms so I am facing him. "Please Larsssss ... let me go I need to study before the class starts. We are taking some important exam today." I whine.

"No you are not."

"How can you tell?" Like I know I am lying, but how can he?!

"You're a good liar. But not enough for me." How?

"No. I really have an exam to take."

"You're a miserable liar." He says. Huh?

"Didn't you say like a minute ago I was a good one?" I ask confused.

"For first I was kidding 'cause you're not. And for second ... did you just admit that you are one?" He smirks at me. Damn him.

"Okay, okay! I don't but how do you-" I throw my hands up in defense completely forgetting about the opened locker and making it all fall on us, or mostly me.

"Ouch ... " I hiss while Lars is laughing at me. "It is mean to laugh at someone else's unluck." I bend down and start to pick up the books.

"Oh come on princess ..." He says still laughing a bit and helps me with the last one. "Okay so next pause here?" He asks me and I nod.