chapter twelve

m e o w n c e t h e f a t c a t a n d n a t e t h e d r a m a q u e e n

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Picture: Meowncé (aint she cute)

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"But, it was just so weird. One minute we're biting each other's heads off, the next he's flush up against me and we're nearly kissing. I don't know how to feel. Sometimes I really want to beat him, or pull his organs out from his anus, but other times I want to melt when I see his puppy dog face," I sighed.

"Not that you would understand the feeling or anything, but when you do, one day, I want to be the first to know," I hummed quietly, the sound of water falling in the shower in the background.

"What should I do, Meowncé?" I pouted while talking to my cat. Meowncé just purred, loving the feeling of me scratching behind her dainty ears.

Ha, dainty.

Meownce is borderline - no she's way above the border - obese. And I'm not talking slightly pudgy either - she has rolls where rolls should never be.

Meownce is my one true love-other than fictional characters and actors, that is-and the epitome of the greatest best friend. Not that I don't love Emily or Nate, but Meowncé is just so . . . understanding. She doesn't tell me that what I'm doing is stupid or anything, she just purrs quietly while I force her to lay on my lap for bonding time-much to her hatred.

Meowncé is not all too fond of my obsession with hugging her so tight her insides nearly protrude from her mouth. That's probably too much detail, anyway.

I'd had Meowncé since she was a tiny little kitten and could fit in the palm of my hand. I went through this weird Beyoncé stage, hence the fabuloso name. Meowncé is a big, fat and super fluffy white and brown cat. She weighs an obese seventeen pounds-and I love every inch of her fatness. She has trouble controlling her diet, hence the extra weight, and purges just like her mom (me).

"Your obsession with your cat is so weird," Emily comments after she comes out of the bathroom which adjoins Austin's room to mine. "I get that you love her, and she doesn't spill your secrets, but talking to her theatrically. Really?"

"You just don't get it," I sigh exasperatedly, "You're not a cat lover. Only cat lovers get it. I can't believe you prefer stinky, dirty dogs opposed to my beautiful Meowncé. Apologise."

"I'm not apologising to your cat for anything," she deadpanned, drying her hair off with a Dora the Explorer towel. I may or may not have stolen it one day . . .

I huffed, poking my tongue out at her. After we finished watching the Maze Runner and 22 Jump Street, we all decided to go home to get some rest so that we didn't wake up on Friday morning like a person with a hangover.

Emily came home with me to stay the night, since she keeps an overnight bag in my room twenty-four seven with the usual necessities of a teenage girl. I offered her a draw in my bureau, but she said that was borderline weird and that it should be saved for when I get a boyfriend. I didn't protest at that, because I did not object on the fact that I could be sleeping in said future boyfriend's clothes.

I'd gone for a shower first while Emily caught up on Facebook and Instagram gossip with my Wi-Fi, then when finished I'd came back to have a good ole' heartfelt discussion with Meowncé-like I do nearly every single night. She's like a personal diary, except you don't get sore hands and fingers from writing so much.

"You really need to stop feeding her," Emily winces as she prods Meowncé's fat rolls. "She's way too fat to even fit through a cat door. "

"So," I cry out, holding her to my chest protectively, "Stop fat shaming, it's not nice."

After Emily finishes drying and brushing her hair, we decided to go play some Xbox with Austin since there was nothing better to do and we weren't all that tired. I'd made sugared popcorn by the second movie, meaning Emily and I were practically pinging halfway through Jump Street.

Instead of going back to the hallway, I cut through to Austin's room by the bathroom. I took Meowncé with me, because Austin appreciates her unlike Emily does. Austin was sitting on the floor with a pillow under his butt, playing Call of Duty. I think it was Modern Warfare 3 by the looks of it. I dumped Meowncé on the bed, who flopped down with the amount of fat restricting her from moving. Truth be told, she's just so lazy and fat that if you put her somewhere comfortable she won't move.

"Stay," I pointed at her, even though she won't even bother to move a muscle. I grabbed two pillows off Austin's double bed for Emily and I, handing one to her while I flopped mine down on the ground.

"Hey sis. Want to play live with all the guys?" Austin speaks without taking his eyes off the game. His large headphones are over his ears and I can hear the shouting of the other players through them. "Oh, fuck off Rex, that was dog," he hissed.

"Sure," I chirp. Pulling out another set of headphones and a controller which I had bought since it was the prettiest shade of green. "Are you playing?" I raised an eyebrow to Emily who was scrolling down her Facebook newsfeed.

"Nah," she shakes her head, "I'm so bad, plus, Nate and I are talking." A slight pink tinges her cheeks, and I smirk knowingly.

"Someone's in looooove," I sing-songed while nudging her shoulder. I put the headphones over my ears and connected my controller to the Xbox.

"You sit on a throne of lies," she mimics me, her cheeks still hot with blush. "You, of all people, should know that I don't believe in love."

"Yada yada ya," I roll my eyes, "I'm matchmaker, and what matchmaker says, goes. I say that you guys are in love, therefore you are."

"What about you?" She quirks an eyebrow at me, shifting on the pillow with her blue iPhone still in hand. We had bought our phones simultaneously, since we were both in dire need for an upgrade from our old flip phones.

"One day my prince will come. He just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions," I purse my lips as I focus on the TV.

"Oh really now," Austin retorts, the sound of his fingers thrashing furiously on his controller echoing. "Everyone knows you like Tyler, and he sure as hell isn't lost or whatever shit you just said."

"No," I shriek, "He doesn't. Gosh, Meowncé, tell him the truth."

"As much as I love your fat cat, she's too busy snoring to reply," he guffaws loudly. "Oh, shit. Rex, you were supposed to back me up you fuckface. Henry, get the fucking grenade."

I roll my eyes. Austin plays with Rex and Henry all the time, sometimes Hamish whenever he's free. Rex and Hamish go to Octavia, while Henry is a random who Austin befriended. Austin is super violent over video games, with the amount of swear words coming out of his mouth uncontrollable.

"You are, the biggest, dick knob," Austin groans as the game stops since they all died. I'm guessing Henry took too long to find the grenade. From what I've heard Austin scream about, Henry is a few bolts loose in the head. "Nova is going to play with us now."

Ten minutes later, and Austin, Rex, Henry and I are screaming at each other and killing everything in our wake. I had the handy job of sniper, since I had really good aim and can find hiding spots much better than the other three idiots. Henry was in charge of bombing the helicopters and using his RPG-7 to kill. Rex forever used the Skorpion and FMG9 while Austin slayed with his XM25. They're some of the best guns in the game and we'd always stuck to them.

"No, your mother gave birth to a thousand camels," I hissed as Rex tried to insult me. I was busy sniper-ing that I barely even listened to what the other three constantly rambled on about.

We continued playing for another half an hour until I felt like I was going to pass out with tiredness. It was nearly midnight and I was beyond ready for sleep. I'm not too sure about Emily, though, because she's too busy giggling and gushing about things Nate is saying.

She tried showing me a message from him while I was on a kill streak, I head butted her phone out of my vision so hard I'm surprised my forehead isn't sporting a huge bruise. I'm kind of a violent player-much like Austin, it's genetic.

"C'mon Meowncé," I coaxed my favourite kitty from Austin's bed. She made a sound that was mixed between a groan and a purr when I picked her up. Picking Meowncé up is the equivalent of doing weights at the gym, so obviously all I need to do to get good biceps is to cart my cat around the house.

"So, tell me, do you like Tyler?" Emily questioned once we'd brushed our teeth and gotten comfortable in my bed-with Meowncé on the end, of course.

I bit my lip. I'm not all too sure about that. I mean, I thoroughly dislike him ninety percent of the time, but on the other hand, he shows a side of himself which is sweet and caring-a real turn on. At times he's an egotistical, arrogant, conceited bastardos, but then the sweet side overrules it sometimes.

"Honestly," I sigh, "I don't know. One minute we hate each other, the next he's making my heart beat faster than it ever did when I was with Hayden."

"You know Hayden's coming back right," she bites her lip. "What's going to happen then? Maybe with him back, you'll realise your feelings for Tyler."

"Who said I had feelings for him," I narrowed my eyes, shifting my body so I was lying on my back.

Quite frankly, I'm slightly scared about what will happen when Hayden moves back. I know it will be soon-I can just feel it. He did say that he was going to move back at the start of senior year, after all. I just blocked all that out, too busy thinking about the hurt he put me through after dumping my sore ass and moving over the other side of the world. I'm not sure if the hole he left in my heart will ever be able to be mended, and I'm also not sure if I can forgive him.

There was more to Hayden and my relationship than people thought. The break up wasn't all just because he was moving-not at all.

Hayden cheated.

One night at a party-which I didn't want to come to-he'd gotten drunk and kissed some random girl. Emily, being the honest and lovely friend she is, just so happened to capture the moment on camera, and I haven't forgiven him since. For one, I am totally against cheating, but on the other hand, he was so inebriated he probably forgot he even had a girlfriend.

Yeah, that's why I dislike guys who drink themselves until they're practically paralysed. It's unattractive, on the first hand, and it also makes all their common sense fly out the window.

I think that's why I admire Tyler for a small counterpart. He doesn't drink himself until inebriation, and he also isn't a fan of the party scene. Hayden was obsessed with parties. He was all about keeping his reputation, and if that meant getting drunk at every party, then so be it. I hated that about him.

"To be honest, I wouldn't bother with Hayden," she sighs lowly. In the dim light, I can only see the reflection of the moon from my balcony on her face and illuminating her light blonde hair. "He's nothing but trouble. He's played you once and he's going to play you again. He may have been both our best friend, but it wasn't like you didn't know what you were getting into when it happened. He wasn't all that drunk at that party," she winces, "And I really don't like him for that."

I hum in response, not knowing what to say in return. I always knew that Hayden was a bit on the player side, but I didn't think of him being unloyal.

I guess you find out the worst things about people at the best of times.

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Friday passed fairly quickly, the thought of getting out of school on every students mind. We'd finished our first week of senior year, much like the freshman's who survived their first week of hell.

Before we knew it, it was the day of Genevieve's birthday bonfire party, and Emily and I were getting ready at my house. It felt like a repeat of last week at Nate's party where he got arrested.

Good times, good times.

This time, Nate promised not to get involved with the police and Emily decided she would be watching him the whole time just in case since last party, she left him for ten minutes and he was long gone and drunk.

Genevieve had called me to check to see if I was still going, since she wasn't sure if we would because of Tyler and me breaking up. She's thinks that I'm a blubbering mess, but I told her that we left it mutual and are friends again.

Emily and I had to work a short shift at the diner this morning, like last night, and spent a few hours catching up on our Teen Wolf. Then, around four o'clock, we started to get ready for Genevieve's party, since it started at six.

Nate, our loyal driver, is taking both of us, Austin and Tyler in his car. I could only think about how uncomfortable it is going to be crammed in the back with my brother and the boy who I nearly kissed two days ago.

Tyler and I had gone back to our normal bickering with no other weird and sporadic things happening. I guess I was kind of disappointed, but I just figured that Tyler might have been re-evaluating Allie's offer of dating her.

Since the party would take place in the cove and the beach is only a short five metre walk, Emily and I wore our bikinis underneath our clothes.

I was wearing a Triangl (that's the brand, it's meant to be spelt like that) bikini which Emily and I had bought in a bright pink shade, while Emily opted for a frilly fuchsia bandeau top and aqua and pink bottoms. I had to drive to Emily's house so that she could get her work uniform and bikini, using mom's car, since Emily stayed both Thursday and Friday night. Apparently, her mom was on a warpath and she didn't want to cross it.

Her dad left her and her mother when Emily was five, saying he couldn't cope with the pressure. Emily only has small memories of her father, but apparently she looks starkly alike him according to her mother. I guess that's why her mother turned to alcohol to drown out his sorrows. Having to look at your daughter-who looks similar like your ex who ran away-would be hard, but it shouldn't have meant that she'd start taking on abusive tendencies. It's just wrong and distasteful.

I sat on my bed as I waited for Emily to finish picking out some clothes, while petting my cat. She was going to town snoring, but I loved her nevertheless. Meowncé's favourite spot to lie on is my bed, since she loves the fluffiness of my turquoise duvet.

My room is fairly simple, with a double bed in the middle, bright blue and green walls and a balcony overlooking our small backyard. I have a bureau opposite my bed and a door which opens up to my small walk-in wardrobe and another door next to my bed which goes into the bathroom. I had attached a floor to ceiling mirror on one of my walls, and my floor was a light cream carpet. I hated it, since it was just so easy to get dirty.

"Ta-da," Emily comes out of my cupboard, grinning. She's holding up two shirts, a pink Victoria secret slouchy crop and a black muscle tank with LA on it. I shrugged; they looked decent enough to wear to a beach party. "Can't forget the jean shorts," she rolled her eyes. Jean shorts are typical for the beach, and they're also practically the only thing I wear since I don't feel the cold very much. Apparently it's weird that I can cope with jean shorts in winter, but I don't. It doesn't even snow here so why bother.

"These are for you," she hands me the pink top and very light blue shorts, "And these are mine." She has the black top with blue high waisted shorts that are ripped, unlike mine which are rolled at the bottom.

I slipped into the shorts and pulled the top over my bikini, it fell off my left shoulder which kind of annoyed me, but I guess I'd have to get used to it.

"You look hot," Emily winks at me as she does the button up on her shorts, "I can't wait to go swimming. I haven't been to the cove in ages, I'm having separation issues."

I laugh, taking my hair out of the plait it was in for work and messing it around a bit to get my part back. My hair is naturally curly, so it's a kind of messy but wavy curly at the moment unlike Emily's pin straight hair. I've always envied Emily's hair since she doesn't have to straighten it, but she says she wants curly hair.

We always want what we don't have - hey?

I slipped my feet into my pink and orange flip flops while Emily had a pair of silver sandals on already. "You ready?" I ask with one last look in the mirror.

She nods, quickly grabbing her small backpack and the towel that I had left for her on her bed, shoving it in the denim satchel. We make our way down the stairs, my backpack on my back also. It's easier to wear a bag at the cove since we have towels and don't have to worry about dropping our phone or wallet from our pockets.

Austin was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his orange board shorts and black shirt. "About time," he comments, locking the door after the three of us all make our way out. "Nate is waiting for us in the car. He has the air con blasted."

I nod, shifting the strap of my backpack on my back. Austin forced me to carry his towel and phone also, so my bag weighs the most. Then, on the drive to the cove, Tyler shoved his towel in also, but not his phone since he left it at home and it was flat.

When we arrived at the beach over the road from Aurelia's Ice Cream, we hopped out and quickly started our walk towards the cove. It's only a short five minute walk, but it's harder since the sand is so deep. I forced Tyler to be a gentleman and hold my bag for me, which he surprisingly did.

Tyler looked pretty damn hot with his blue board shorts hanging low on his hips and loose grey tank top. His hair was messy and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands through it-it looked that soft and irresistible.

Nate had told us all that he was wearing a mankini, but we all known that he would be caught dead wearing one. He had on clothes similar to Austin and Tyler but had Aviators perched on his head for some weird reason.

The sun was setting behind the horizon and the moon was getting more and more prominent as the minutes passed. We had arrived earlier than everyone else for the party since Genevieve wanted us to help her light the bonfire.

I didn't say no.

I'm a little bit of a pyromaniac at heart, so I jumped at the chance to play with the fire.

"It's so hot," Nate drawled out just as we reached the entrance to the cove.

"We know, you only said it like twenty times," I retorted. Nate had been whining about it and how it was burning his poor feet. Sometimes I wonder if he really is a drama queen. He had been carrying the esky full of our drinks, so I give him some slack for that.

"Nova! Guys!" Genevieve came out of nowhere, startling and stopping me in my tracks.

"Hey Gen," I smiled genuinely at her. She donned a pastel purple summer dress with a black bikini top underneath. Her tanned skin contrasted the dress perfectly and her hair was down in beachy curls unlike my massive mop of untameable hair.

"So, we have most of the wood and leaves for the bonfire, we just need to finish setting up the food and drinks table and light the tikis and we'll be done," she smiles warmly, clapping her hands together. "Chop chop guys, let's get to work!"

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