CHAPTER 2: Does she even have a talent? She can recognize fake Louboutins...

"Maddie..."

"No, you don't get it... oh God. My eyes..." Maddie says as she flutters her eyes and fans her face exaggeratedly.

"Yes I know but believe me- "

"No! I can't believe you... I thought he likes me..." Maddie cries more as she cuts me off with her talks.

"Madison Woods! I'm telling you he didn't sleep with anyone... last night that is." I deadpan at her.

She stares at me with a dumbfounded look on her tear-stricken face and for a while, I thought I've reached to her until she proves me wrong by crying even louder.

"Goodness gracious," I mutter to myself as I see the sight of this girl I call my best friend. Madison and I have been together ever since grade 4 when I punched some guy who tried to slap her ass.

No shit, I actually did punch him and then my parents were called... and yes. That's what happened.

"You're supposed to be helping me, not making me cry more." She says as she dabs her tissue on her mascara-spread eyes.

"But I'm just stating the obvious. Look, I'm tired of telling you but I'll just say it for the last time. Aaron is a playboy. He won't bother with any girl he hooks up with. Maddie, I care about you, alright? Just try and listen to me. Don't get your heart broken by him, Maddie." I softly say to her for like I don't know, the hundredth time or what. I didn't blame her though. My brother's a fucking player and I still regret why I haven't ever taken the initiative to talk to him about Maddie.

"It's not hard to forget okay." She says as she sniffles and wipes her tears completely, removing her make up in the process.

"Don't worry, bitch. We'll definitely find someone else for you." I wink at her from the mirror.

"Summer... stop calling everyone a bitch. And no, news flash. I still like Aaron." She says as she carefully does her mascara again.

That thing can literally swipe down your eye. What if an earthquake occurs and then you just poke your eye? Damn girls, that's why I say it's not sensible to do all this. Just keep your damn eyes the way they are. Do you really think you were born with a fucking cat liner on your eyes?

"Whatever. You need to move on."

"Oh please. Look at you. Have you even dated a single boy till now?"

Ugh. No. No. No. No. No.

I vowed never to reach this topic. Stupid Maddie.

Look, it was true I had never dated anyone in my life. 7th grade, I tried kissing Harry Collins during a game of spin the bottle but his jealous girlfriend came and ripped me off him.

Literally ripped me off by my hair. I thank God that no chunk of hair came out that night.

Next up, I kissed this Ryan I-don't-know-his-surname guy during prom which turned out to be a disaster when I accidentally pushed the punch bowl off the table since I thought my phone rang. You could imagine it was just Jason asking where the fucking remote was kept.

No doubts on all thoughts I've had of killing him in his sleep.

So as Maddie here is taunting me, I'm a total disaster. I could never even think about dating. Hell dating is far... just the thought of having a boy in my life. My brothers are enough to scar my mind and ears every single day.

Trust me, I've had to listen and see some of the grossest things worse than in the Guinness Book of World Records.

"Shut up. We are talking about you clearly." I say as I pull open the washroom door and walk out with Maddie right behind me. I wonder what I had right now.

Yes!

P.E.

Now I know it's totally abnormal for a lazy person like me to like P.E., but the thing is, I usually go to watch soccer being played there. I love soccer like crazy. Yes, living with 3 boys might have had an impact on me but I had learned how to play it ever since childhood. I still remember dad holding down my 3 brothers just so I can run and score a goal.

"I don't care, Maddie. I don't want a boy, I ain't interested in all that shit." I say as we both walk towards the lockers to get our P.E. outfits.

"Duh. You are basically a boy." I glare at her as I pretend to be angry by shutting my locker a little too hard.

"Nope." I roll my eyes.

"Come on, Summer. Your name is literally the only thing girly about you. You dress like a boy, you eat like a boy, you basically live in a house full of boys and hell, you play soccer." She says as she rolls her eyes at my tomboy behavior and drags me to the girls' locker room.

As we were walking, we see a crowd gathered around a few lockers. We push around – basically me – and try to peek at the scenario that attracted such a crowd. Did someone shit on themselves?

What?

It's just a question.

As the situation finally comes into view, the first thing I spot is this tall girl with tan legs and fake boobs with a huge ass.

Guys, please meet, Veronica West.

The same jealous girlfriend who ripped me off her 'boyfriend' just because I was within 2 feet radius with him.

She probably hates me – hate is an understatement. You see, Veronica hates everyone in this school, except the boys of course. Even right now, she was shouting at some poor freshman kid who must be asking for directions and her huge ass ego decided that he was trying to rape me so let's beat the crap out of him.

I felt angry at Veronica and her bloody minion parade who always thought they were the bitch queens of this school. Excuse me, girl. We live on this earth too. Maddie held my hand and glared at me wanting to pull Veronica and bang her head on the lockers. She pulled me away from the scene as I stared at her with my mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"What is wrong with you? She was almost killing the kid." I say as I push off her hand and cross my arms over my chest.

"And she would have killed you, woman. When will you understand that Veronica despises you? Damn, that's an understatement actually. She might just end up poaching you one day." Maddie says in a bored tone. I'm pretty sure this is just like the 257th time she's told me.

"Ugh! I'm tired of her and her bullshit. It's time someone should teach her a lesson." I huff and say.

"Calm down, Summer. You know your name just seems to say you're those calm girly girls. But no. Look what the cat dragged in." Maddie says as she puts an arm around my shoulder and laughs while dragging me to class.

"Haha. That was damn funny. Award-winning joke. Shut up before I give you a concussion." I deadpan at her lame remarks.

Summer was the name my dad gave me. Mom and dad always said that they named me remembering the time they met. It was one cliché summer fling that produced a big fat mistake.

Jason Jones.

"But seriously, girl. What have you to gain even if you do beat up Veronica? Expulsion? You do know right that she can get you out of this place even?"

"I'll pluck her head off her neck if she dares to do anything stupid," I say as I grit my teeth. Maddie gives me a crazy look that seemed to wonder how deep my hatred was for her.

Deeper than even a Banyan tree roots.

"She is those Barbie dolls with fake tan and a plastic body although, she's got talents," Maddie says and she raises her eyebrows amusingly as we enter the class.

"Oh please. The only talent I think she has is spreading her damn legs."

"Nope. She definitely has talent."

"The hell she does. What talent does she have?" I ask as I start chewing gum while the professor enters the class.

"She can recognize fake Louboutins..." Wow. Okay then.

"Miss Jones. How many times do I have to tell you no chewing gum in my class? Detention!"

And that's how my life goes on, people.

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Exactly, that's how my life goes...

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