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I hate just about everything and everyone on this earth starting with my heinous stepmother ending with my best friend's boyfriend. Nope, he about tops the list.
I'll do the honors of telling you about him. Wouldn't you hate a 6'3, black haired, super hot, mysterious, bad boy? No?
Well, you would if his name was Carter Ryan. I've known him about all of my life, and I've never really grown to like him. That isn't exact how it started but that will be revealed with time. The fact that he's my brother's best friend makes this story even more awkward and terrible.
I know what you're thinking. This is one of those I fall in love with my brothers best friend kind of things. How cliché, right? My life is a big cliché, no matter the measures I take to ensure that it's anything but. I'll take you back to the beginning.
1 Year Earlier
I was sitting in my living room gossiping with Leslie, my bombshell of a best friend, when they came in. Leslie Walter was everything you'd ever want in a girl: smart, blonde, killer body and modest about everything.
The second I laid eyes on Carter, his smug face ruined our very mellow moods, or my very mellow mood. Les was ecstatic to see them, traitor.
"Hey Les, hey Spaghetti." Carter Ryan greeted ruffling my perfectly brushed hair.
He strutted in my space like he owned the place, alongside my brother Luca, who was laughing at my expense. They just know how much I hated his stupid nickname for me. He's called me it since we were children. I mean it's so controversial and stereotypical. Not all Italians like spaghetti. Shows how much he's grown up. Dumb ass.
"It's Moretti, dumbass. Alessandra Alexis Nikola Moretti, to be exact." I said in a perfect Italian accent.
I held a great dislike for Carter, even more so than my stepmother sometimes, and that was saying something. But I didn't always hate him, he was find right up until seventh grade - when he and my brother were in ninth grade - the year he and Leslie started to date. Talk about a traitor. My own best best friend, fraternizing with the enemy. Ugh.
"Whatever, so, babe what are we doing tonight?" He asked Leslie sitting next to her.
"We" indicating to Les and I "are going to a party tonight." He sighed and looked at me.
"Why do you insist on adding yourself into our conversations? I don't think they are meant for people under sixteen." He said with a teasing smile.
Gosh, I wanted to slap that stupid smirk off of his mug. Did I say mug? I totally meant face.
"My name starts with an A and yours starts with a C so see your way out of my house," I said dumbly. "and I'm sixteen in a month asshole and Leslie's was just last month!" I exclaimed.
It was like I was 5 years old throwing a tantrum. Consequently, they started to laugh.
"It's alright. Do you want to come Car? Luke?" Leslie asked them.
They nodded. Seriously, who died and have Leslie the right to rain on my parade? Traitor!
When Leslie and Carter kissed, Luca and I took that as our cue to leave. I followed him into the kitchen, hoping to convince him to not go to the party so that Carter wouldn't.
We walked into our enormous kitchen to see our stepmother and our father making out on one of our flawless black marble topped counters.
"Ew, come on dad I just had lunch, Clarisse, would you please stop devouring my father for one second." They stopped and looked at us, exasperatedly.
Clarisse got the message I didn't like her from when her and my dad were only dating a couple of years ago. She returned the hatred just as fast as it was dished out. Except, around my father where she was little miss goody-fake mother. Puh-lease.
"Oh, goody, you're here." She said with fake excitement. Honestly, for the amount of time and effort she put into this false facade, she could have won an Emmy.
"We have an announcement." My father started as Leslie and Carter joined us. They were like family anyways. "Clarisse is pregnant!" I heard my dad shout. A smile upon his wrinkling features.
"What?! Dad! Clarisse is nothing but a lying, manipulative, gold-digging bitch. Now, she's got you trapped." I exclaimed.
I couldn't believe she was pregnant. I couldn't believe my dad would betray his children like he was.
"I will not have you disrespecting my wife in our home Alessandra." He said sternly. I looked at him incredulously.
"Oh, it's her house now is it? I can't believe you're choosing her over me. Your own flesh and blood! Your own daughter! She does not even come close to my mother, I hope you're happy with this fortune hunting Brooklynite." I said with mild disgust.
I stalked up the grande spiral stair case to my bedroom. Leslie came up to say good-bye and told me she would call me later for the party. I went down to dinner a couple of hours later ignoring everyone, including my brother.
Clarisse glared at Luca and then turned her boring stare onto me.
"You two are very selfish and immature children who need to grow up. Why do you want your father all to yourself? Don't you want your dad to be happy?" She asked us, acting like we were the terrible ones.
What a load of bullshit. I glare at her and try to interpret what the bitch was trying to convey. The only words that came to mind were smugness, hate, and victory.
She knew she had our dad in the palms of her grubby, little, ugly hands.
And she made sure we knew it too.
"Kids, Risse has got a point. Don't you want me to be happy? Clarisse makes me happy." He said sadness glooming in his eyes.
"The only thing she's got clutched in her wannabe hands tighter than you, Dad, is her Chanel purse." I said standing up from my seat.
I barely had time to push in my chair before I hastily went to my room.
I had to start getting ready, so I put the horrible day out of my mind and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
After slipping off my clothes I heard a knock on my door. I put on my robe and answered it. I didn't see anyone, which was rather odd, so I walked a little into the hallway but I figured it was just Luca messing with me.
I turn around and almost had a heart attack, finding Carter standing there laughing at my reaction.
"Thank-you for almost giving me a heart attack. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked glaring at him as he continued laughing.
When he finally composed himself he started to explain.
"I'm here so we can go to the party. Leslie's downstairs." He said, as I wonder why Leslie didn't come up herself.
"Well, I won't be ready for another hour. So go wait downstairs I need to shower." I said shoving him out of the doorway.
"Can I come in with you?" I heard him shout from down the hall. I rolled my eyes. What a pig.
He's been making sexist comments towards me ever since sixth grade when the 'cooties' finally wore off. I know what you're thinking, and yes even in front of Les. She doesn't mind because she knows that we would never happen.
I take a ten minute shower. I know, how do I do it? It takes me about ten minutes to blow-dry my hair, style it and put on eye-liner, mascara, and some eye shadow.
I decided on a blue and black mini dress, with high black strappy heels, and my black choker-the one my mom gave me the day before she passed away. I clutch it in between my fingers and look at myself in the mirror and smiled. My hair pulled the outfit together nicely in its sleek straight, high ponytail.
I walked down stairs to a couple of whistles. I laughed as I heard one familiar 'Go sexy mama' from Les. We left for the party after I said goodbye to Benjamin - our butler since Luca was born. I purposely ignored my father and walked out of the door.
When we got there I was quickly ditched by Les and Carter because they wanted to dance. A few minutes after that Luca left me to go find his girlfriend. I waited for a total of thirty seconds before I was quickly surrounded by bunch of people that wished they were my friends.
I got bored of the constant compliments and fake friendliness a lot quicker than usual, so when I spotted a few of mine and Leslie's actual friends, I was ecstatic.
"Hey guys," I greeted gratefully.
"Hey babe," Drake and Drew Harold said at the same time.
The twins were my oldest friends next to Leslie, we met them when we started William Eaters Prep. I loved them because they were exactly the same, from the way they talked to the way they dressed.
The only way to tell them apart was the colour hair Drew was sporting at the given time.
Currently: lavender.
"She's with Carter. As usual." I stated, rolling my eyes.
"Don't let it ruin our party, let's dance, Al," our other friend Viola said.
I pulled Vi and the twins to the dance floor. We were just starting when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.
The mystery man started to move in sync with my torso. I turned around to see who it was but the arms kept me locked into place. I shrugged, knowing exactly whose hands were touching me, I continued to dance.
When the song ended I turned around in the arms of my boyfriend, Austin Parkin. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him deeply.
"I thought you weren't coming?" I asked.
He smiled his cute dimpled smile mischievously.
"I only told you that so I could surprise you baby. Who else did you come here with, besides Leslie?" He asked curiously.
"Carter and Luke. Why did you even need to ask?" I asked him in return.
We stayed like that for a little over half an hour. He held me tighter his chest so I pulled his face to mine and kissed him hard. He took no time before he deepened it.
We were just getting to enjoy our kiss when someone standing next to us cleared his throat. Loudly I might add.
I pulled away to answer.
"What do you want, Carter?" I asked annoyed.
The tension between Austin and Carter could have been cut with a knife. The blatant glares also did not help anything.
I don't know why Carter has never liked Austin.
Ever since Austin asked me to his high school dance. Coincidentally, the same dance he and Leslie went to together.
Les and I developed a lot faster than most in the seventh grade, so we had a lot of high schoolers trying to ask us out but when Austin, and for Les, Carter, asked us to our first high school dance we were thrilled.
Luca dislikes Austin too, I think it's partly because Austin and I have been off and on a lot since we first started dating three and a half years ago. But learned to put up with him for me.
But I've noticed that ever since ninth grade Carter has hated Austin even more.
"What if your brother had seen you?" He asked sternly.
Of course, he's right I would be dead.
"How about you step off, Ryan." Austin spat.
"How about you make me, asshole," Carter spat back.
I kissed Austin on his cheek getting his attention back on me. Where it was supposed to be. Especially before something regretful happened.
"Hey, play nice Austin. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" I asked.
Austin nodded and kissed me one last time.
I walked side-by-side with Carter not even speaking one word. I knew Leslie noticed because I received one of her patent we'll-talk-tomorrow-about-this-and-I-want-details stare.
She kissed Carter good-bye as we dropped her off. When it was mine and Luke's turn to go I said a quick goodnight to Luca and Carter before I rushed out of the car. Trying to get away from the fun sucker that is Carter.
Gosh, Carter was so stupid sometimes. Ruining my kiss, like he did. And for what?
What a jerk. But he was extremely hot when he was angry.
Wait, what am I saying?
A/N: Please tell me your thoughts and opinions, I'd be glad to hear them.