We're in the mall getting items for #13 on the list.
We've done nothing remarkable this week and it's already Thursday.
Sitting at the populars' table had been torture. Well not really but really close to it. I couldn't talk to Trev and Ty about anything. We couldn't play with our food and couldn't make fun of each other. It was just so...awkward.
I kept on catching Ace sneaking glances at me. I mean, I'm not complaining, the guy I like is taking notice of me. But I might be slightly disturbed by the glares that follow from Barbie and the steel looks from Queen — Tiffany.
I invited Avery to the table today, we're getting really close, but she was so love sick cause of Blake Collins to make any conversation with me.
Typical. She's in love with the bad boy player.
Blake was the hot boy I didn't recognize the other day in the cafeteria. He has smooth silver white hair and storm-like grey eyes. He keeps flirting with me and I keep shooting him down.
Not in the right sane of mind for that 'just got to meet the right girl to change' stuff.
Cole and Logan are pretty nice. They keep trying to cut the tension by talking to Ty ,Trevs and I but for some odd reason it isn't working.
Once loners, always loners.
"I'm telling you Ty, he's gonna look awesome in red." Trevor argues and Tyler gave him a deadpanned look. "What?! Tell me you don't think it'll look like blood."
"It'll look disturbing that's what." Tyler says exasperated. They've been arguing for ages at the dye section.
"If you want something gross and disturbing, why don't we go with green? Then we can make it slimy." Tyler offers.
Trevor sighs. "Fine."
"Look at you two," I coo. "Acting all grown up and agreeing on something without my help." They both glare at me.
"I swear you two act like an old married couple sometimes." I mutter. They looked at me unimpressed.
"Let's just go get the glue." Tyler sighs.
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"I'll go get the bucket." Tyler's little sister, Siara says, jumping up and down.
And up and down.
And up and down.
We didn't even respond, still too groggy. That girl was a little ball of energy. She literally dragged us out of bed at 4:30 in the morning cause we told her we were preparing a prank for our history teacher, Mr. Watterson. She thinks pranks are good things.
Her little feet padded the floor boards of the game room as she left to find the bucket in the cleaning closet.
It was Friday morning and we were in the Jones residence. We woke up this early to prepare the mixture for the parcel bomb. It's a pretty harmless prank that I learnt from Seth.
He seems to be my mentor in a lot of things lately and it's disappointing.
"How did Sia wake up this early?" I ask Tyler, still rubbing my eyes.
He yawns. "Told you we shouldn't have told her about the prank."
Trevor was slightly snoring on the loveseat so I kick his leg. He grunts in response but still wakes up. "I seriously prefer Sydney's alarm clock to your sister, Ty."
Sia effectively did what would take my alarm clock a decade to accomplish, waking this two idiots up.
She ran back in with a small pail and a big wooden spoon in her arms. We sighed and got to work.
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Ultimate High School To-Do List
Ficção Adolescente"Syd, I'm starting to rethink living a little." Tyler says looking at the motorbikes warily. I would have said that too if I wasn't so determined to do this. The bikes looked like they had killed many people on their own. How would we be able to rid...
