1I groaned, "Go away."
"Wake up. You have to go to school today."
"No. I'm sleeping today. Goodbye." I pulled the covers over my head.
"Alright, fine." And she finally gives up.
I fell back asleep and dreamt of a world I wanted to live: perfect body, perfect friends, perfect house, perfect school, perfect clothing, perfect boyfriend, perfect parents. The list could go on and on forever. I won't lie- my life is okay. It isn't truly devastating or suicidal or anything of the sort. It's just too.. normal. I hate normality. It's so typically stupid. For instance: my body. I'm not skinny, but I'm not fat. I'm in between. I'm just a little overweight around 140-150. I'm pretty, but cute pretty. Not hot pretty, and the guys around here all want hot pretty. They'll take you as for what your body looks like, not for who you really are. I've been used so many times. The guys around here want sex or head or some kind of crap that I refuse to give. I'm respectful, and in return, I'm respected. Okay, so I ramble, but that's normal. Like I said, I'm normal. I can't help it, but I hate it.
I was in a car, on a date, at the reserved spot for dates at the top of the abandoned mountain. My date and I were talking about various things when we just stopped and looked at each other. Before I knew it, he was leaning it. I looked at his lips then back up to his eyes. Then back down to his lips. They look so soft and full. Perfect for kissing. Sweat drops were dripping down my forehead, and before I knew it, I was leaning in as well. We were about a centimeter apart before a whole bucketful of water toppled our heads. "What..?" I moaned.
"WAKE UP!" I scowled.
"Go away, Josh!" I yelled at my older brother. He's a year older then me. He's a senior, while I'm a junior. His golden-green eyes matched mine while our hair colors were completely different. He had the whole blonde spikes going on while I had dark chocolate hair with natural streaks of light brown and dark blonde.
He's momma's boy. When Mom'll tell him to do something, he gets it done within then next five minutes. At least he'll start on it anyway. I'm a daddy's girl. Or I used to be, until my parents divorced. Mom caught him sleeping with a coworker one night when she was working out late. Dad had lied to us, saying the girl was a visitor and would be sleeping in the guestroom. That hadn't worked out too well when Josh walked in on them and quietly sneaked out, calling Mom. That was 3 years ago. Mom is currently remarried to a guy called Gregory.
"You have 20 minutes to get up. If you're not ready in 30 minutes, I refuse to take you to school and you'll be riding the bus there. Now get your ass out of bed." He told me before walking out.
The bastard. I hated my brother, yet loved him so much. We're best friends, but we still have our sibling fights. We call each other horrible names sometimes, but it's all humor and we both know it.
I tiredly got out of bed only to trip over the cup my brother had thrown to the side of the bed after pouring out all the water. "Jackass," I muttered. I knew it wasn't his fault, entirely, but who else put the cup there? Casper?
I walked across my clean floor to my closet to pick something out. I started throwing around clothes, unable to find anything I specifically wanted to wear. I'll figure it out later, I thought as I walked into the bathroom for my morning routine.
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Twenty minutes later I walked down the stairs. I had settled for a pair of black capris with a tight blood red spaghetti strap shirt. "I'm ready!"
"Ah, ten minutes early. Record. Why don't we try for eleven now?" My younger sister commented. She was sitting on the couch watching Monday morning cartoons with my brother. My mom was probably in her room waking up Gregory.
"Oh shut up, Eve." Evelyn, my sister, was 14 and was a freshman. She had different physical qualities then my brother and I. While we had golden- green eyes, she had deep sea blue. Nobody knows where it came from. Nobody in either side of my parent's side had that color eyes. My father told me that when she was born, he jokingly said to Mom, "I wasn't aware we had a paperboy."
"Oh, I'm only joking, you know that."
"Yeah, I know. Let's go, why don't we? If I'm getting up this early, I might as well get to school early." I suggested as I slipped on my black flip-flops and Bad Company hoodie.
"Alright," Josh agreed as he headed for the door.
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I walked through double doors of Jorvik High School waiting for the day to come and end quickly. "Mel! Wait up!" I turned to see my best friend Serenity waving at me. I stopped to let her catch up.
"Hey, Ser. What's up?" Serenity had the whole blue-eyed-blonde-hair thing going on. She stood an inch below me at 5'4. She was the perfect size and had the perfect grades and family. I envied her sometimes.
"Not much. Zander woke me up again this morning. For some reason my alarm clock refuses to go off. It's rather annoying," she told me.
"I hear ya. My mom came in and woke me up, but I refused to get up so she left and I fell back asleep. Sometime later Josh came in and poured water all over my head," I said along with the scowl reappearing on my face. Serenity found it funny, obviously, since she busted out laughing. "What? It's not funny!"
"Yeah-it-is," she managed in-between gasps for air. "Your brother is so hilarious."
"Yeah, comical. Perhaps I'll sign him up for Last Comic Standing," I replied with the roll of my eyes.
"Aw, don't worry. I'm here for ya if you need help for revenge. You know I'm up for anything when it comes to that boy." Oh, did I mention she's got a huge crush on my brother? Has had one since, let's say, oh about 7th grade. We've been friends since 2nd grade.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, I know." I walked up to my locker and opened it. As I shoved my stuff in the locker I turned to her, "You know if you're so head over heals in love with him, why don't you just ask him out? He's single and he's very impressed with girls that have guts."
"You know I couldn't do that. You know I'm too shy. I just wished he liked me, you know?" Oh boy, did I know. He's had this massive crush on her for about two years. Last year he became obsessed with her until he got a girlfriend, which of whom he recently broke up with. Normally, he'd ask girls out with no problem, but there's two things stopping him this time: One, she's supposedly "the one" and two; she's his sisters best friend. "I still say, 'go for it.'"
"I wish it were that simple. Easier said then done, Mel," she sighed.
"Yeah. Well, I better go. I have to meet up with Jackie real fast. She wants me to meet her new boyfriend."
"What's his name this time?" Jackie has a record for dating a new guy every two weeks. She even dated my brother once, but I think the only reason he dated her was for the sex. Too bad he didn't get any. Jacky will date a new guy every other week, but she doesn't flaunt her body or anything like it. She respects her body and expects others' to do so as well.
"Alright. I'll see you later then. Save a spot for me at lunch."
"Sure, no problem." I walked away and began to search for Jackie. I started thinking about all the possibilities it could be this time. I mean the last guy didn't even last a week. I hope she finds the right guy, I pondered, very soon.
I looked at the clock to find the bell rings in 10 minutes. I began to rush looking for her or else I'd be late for English. I saw a glimpse of a red- haired girl hanging onto some guy at the end of the hallway. "Is that her?" I asked myself as I walked closer. The girl turned around.
"Oh, hey, Melody! This is Justin. Justin, this is Melody." Jackie introduced us with her hands. She's Italian, and for some reason, all Italians like to use their hands while they talk. I always found it weird.
"Hey Justin." I greeted him. He was about 6'1 with dark brown hair. His eyes were so blue, that immediately you could lose yourself in them. He looked built in the black jeans and sea blue shirt he wore.
"Hi. I'd also like to introduce to you Ryan. Jackie wasn't aware she was supposed to introduce him, as well, I guess, so I'll do it. Melody, this is Ryan. Ryan, Melody." He took over for Jackie and her mere rudeness. I turned to look at Ryan. My jaw slightly dropped. This boy was amazingly hot. With black hair and auburn eyes, he stood near 6'3 with an obviously well built body. I looked at his arms and thought, boy would I love those wrapped around me.
"Sorry," she apologized not to me, but to Ryan. Slowly, I shook hands with Ryan.
"Hi, you look familiar," he told me. What, is he hitting on me already?
"Look, I don't know what you like, but I prefer to stay single. Pick-up lines don't work on me," I flat out told him.
He chuckled, "No, no. You've got the wrong idea. Seriously, though, you really do look familiar. Are you in any of my classes?"
"Not sure. English, Choir, Science, then Softball. Any of those fit your schedule?"
"No, but I could swear you look so familiar. Maybe I'm thinking of a past girlfriend."
I groaned. Some nerve he had to compare me to a past girlfriend. I hate being compared to people, much less past girlfriends or my family. "Yeah, sure. Jackie, I'm leaving. Bye. Justin, Ryan, I'll see you later. Maybe." I walked off.
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I was at lunch waiting for my friends to come sit down when I saw my friends Shannon and Janet walking towards me. I pulled out my banana nut bread slice and started tearing off pieces to eat. "Hey guys," I said when they reached the table.
"Hey Mel." They said in unison.
"So Jackie got a new boyfriend," I told them.
Shannon groaned, "I swear that girl'll end up with some kind of disease soon.
"Hey, she's a virgin." I felt the need to defend my friend.
"Yeah, well. It wouldn't take too long for one of her boyfriends to get into her pants." Shannon never liked Jackie. She always that Jackie was some kind of slut.
"Whatever. Anyway, I have to run a mile. Wish me luck, I guess." I hated running. I loved sports, but I despised running. Unfortunately, to play sports, you need to run.
"Good luck," Janet smirked.
"Yeah. I'll need it all." I frowned and covered my face with my hands and groaned. The bell rang to go to fourth block.
I shook my head and said, "She makes us run too much. Bye, guys." With that, I was off.
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After school I jumped into my truck and headed towards work. I worked at a waitress at the nearby "cool" hangout. It was an okay job but I did get fair tips.
I parked and got out of the truck. As I was walking towards the front door I saw Ryan. What? What's he doing here? And dressed in the same uniform as me? I wondered.
Ryan saw me and smirked, "I knew I remembered you from somewhere. I was applying for the job yesterday and saw you. I guess you didn't take any time to notice me."
"Wonderful guess, Einstein. Now move out of my way. I have to get to work," I told him as I shoved past him and into the restaurant.
"Why are we so bitchy? You were rude to me this morning and you're being rude to me now. Why so bitchy? PMSing or something?" He asked with a confused frown.
"Yeah, that's it. You guessed it. I'm PMSing. Can I please do my job now that you've guessed my horrible secret?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.
He just sighed, "Yeah, whatever." I thanked him and began to get ready.
Honestly, I didn't know why I was being so rude to him. I think it has something to do with him being a threat. But a threat to what? A threat to myself, is what. I've been single since Chris and I plan on staying single.
Chris is a whole other story. We went out for nearly 8 months before he finally decided to tell me that he was 21 and engaged. You can imagine how devastated and heart-broken I was. That was 11 months ago. I refuse to be involved with someone after that. I refuse to become dependent. I'm my own woman. I'm independent. And I plan on staying that way.
Ryan, in a way, looks kind of like Chris. The only difference is their hair and eye color, and their jaw line. Everything else is the same. Same skin tone, same voice, and same looking nose. Even their teeth are the same shade of white. Now that I think of it, I wonder if they're related?
You can see now, how he'd be such a threat to me- to my vow of no dating for a long, long time.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed him helping a customer. He bent down so casually to hear what the little girl said. I didn't hear what was said, but I did hear them laughing. At least he knows how to work here. He turned and saw me looking at him. I quickly avoided his gaze and began to work, myself.
I grabbed my notepad and pencil, heading for a table. "Hi, how can I help you?" I asked the beautiful woman that looked to be about 19-20 years old.
"I'm not sure quite yet. I'm waiting for my fiancée. I know what I'll have, but not he. Why don't I just go ahead and order for myself then?" She asked all in one breathe.
"Sure, ma'am. Take your time." I politely advised her.
"Alright, I know. Go ahead and get me a cheeseburger with seasoned fries. Can you make sure there are no tomatoes, but extra pickles?" I jotted that all down.
"Sure, no problem. And what would you like to drink?" I asked. "I'll have diet Pepsi." She told me as I put that down, too.
"Make that two," I heard. I froze. That voice. It can't be, can it? I looked up. Sure enough, it was. The man I had lost my virginity to; the man who had lied to me for 8 months was staring right back into my eyes.
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A/N I should let you all know that this story is mine and mine only. I'm creating this story out of events that has happened to me, to friends, and some stuff that I have read. Put together, I'm using my own knowledge to recreate everything in my words. It's going to be one wild ride, guys, so hang on.
Last Comic Standing is NOT mine. I simply just borrowed the name.