《bratty girl》*six*
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i cross my arms with a frown, the bed i sit on make noises whenever i move and the smell of death is lingering here!....well, maybe not death but still ' what a fucking bitch!' i mumbled, she intentionally threw that volleyball at me when she knew i wasn't looking nor actively playing.
and she had the audacity to look sorry and offer to take me to the nurse! ' now i really need that nose job" i huffed still feeling the pain in the bridge of my nose. the nurse fixed it for me while i threw tantrums and cried from the pain. i could see that she was annoyed by my behavior but couldn't care less now.
" you alright?!" Emmett Cullen or what i like to call him as mister teddy bear asked me as soon as his gaze found my face. his concerned topaz eyes made my legs become jello. i sat down in my chair before looking back at him.
"yeah!,,, just felt like breaking my nose and giving myself a nasty bruise for fun!" i sassed back rolling my eyes as if he doesn't make my heart beat to the gods in front of him. i shouldn't let my heart react to him.. or her.. they are together for fuck sake! why do i have to be such a freak!
he raised his eyebrows to me..again. his lips threaten to stretch with a smile but the stern glare of his goddess of girlfriend made me to look away and into the board. my eyes held tears that i refuse to let them down; i don't even know why i feel like crying. maybe because i sit in every goddamn class, not knowing what the hell they are talking about? or the fact that i'm developing a crush on a couple! or because i get called freak when i walk in the hallways. or even better, getting abandoned by my parents because i'm being 'difficult' .
" hey sweetie, oh my! what happened to your nose!" my grandma gasped looking at my bandaged nose.
" it's just a volleyball accident... no big deal" strapping my seat-built. she didn't say anything judging by my face.. i didn't want to really talk about it anymore and i think she saw it.
" can you drive me to the house instead of the restaurent ?" i asked, truly done for the day and just want to lay down and be a little for a bit.
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she nodded with a little frown, i know that i'm being a problematic child again and giving my grandma headaches, which i really don't like but i can't help it.
" my bicycle is here!" i squealed spotting the pastel blue glittery bicycle that is now strapped to the driveway.
" yes, it came this morning after you went to school" she added. i gave my precious bicycle a pat, missing the glittery object and also excited that i won't have to bother my grandma with car lifts anymore.
" i'm going to go buy some snacks from the market" i announced, already unstrapping Melly which is my bicycle's name.
" are you sure you're going to be okey alone?" my grandma asked again concerned,i rolled my eyes playfully while nodding.
i rode my bicycle with a smile on my face, i love riding it everywhere with Melanie Martinez music blaring in my headphones. the cold air wasn't something i'm used to, so is the thick forest that is surrounding everywhere, it's scary how thick this forest is,it's like it was made for horror movies.
the grocery store has very limited options, mainly just the basics. which made me miss LA so much more.
i lay on the couch, watching totally spies while munching on my chips and drinking my strawberry milk. my face was makeup free, and my damaged hair from the dyes was free from the space buns.
i free up my mind from thinking about anything else but the show and for a moment, i felt at ease.
it was a hectic week. so many changes that it exhausted me mentally and i wish nothing but to get in my little space to ease it all out. i took my coloring kit and started to color, lost in the graphics to notice anything else. the sad part is.. i had no one to show my work to when i'm done. it always makes me slump; the fact that i wish for a daddy and or a mommy since i turned 18, but no one really want a 24/7 brat, or know how to deal with me at all.
my mind betrayed me and starts to fantasies about the angelic couple, Emmett and Rosalie will be such a great caregivers. they have that naturally dominent aura that attracts subs like moths to flame.
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Emmett's raised eyebrows gives me butterflies in my stomach and Rosalie's glare could make me cry and apologies instantly. and that is so damn rare.
they effect me so much that i use all my defense mechanism to keep them away from me so i won't fall in the rabbit hole of wishing for the impossible.
all that thinking made me sleepy, i cleaned the living room from all of the mess i made and went to bed.
the next day was Friday, i was excited only because . One, it's a day closer to Saturday, which is my first shopping with a friend ever! and second, because it's the end of the week!
" it's okey grandma, i'll ride my bicycle to school now, you don't have to worry about picking me up and from the school anymore" grandma wanted to argue but i wasn't having it. she has so much on her plate already.
and i regret it as soon as i reached the driveway, i keep forgetting that this is the wettest city in USA not only that but today, it decided to snow!
but i won't go back to grandma to give me a ride. i put on my gloves and rode my bicycle...barely, heading to school.
" just what are you doing young lady!" a stern feminine voice came behind me while i was peddling as hard as i can to move . i turn behind me to find the one and only, Rosalie Hale! staring at me from the passenger seat of that monster jeep.
i blushed deeply, and the cold snow wasn't making me cold anymore.
" i'm going to school as you can see" i answered... my voice becoming so soft and little in front of her gaze... betraying me
the driver side door opened and the pale bear man got out, reaching me faster with his long strides.
" come on get inside you'll freeze before reaching the next mile" he shook his head already taking Melly with so much ease to the trunk
they didn't leave me a chance to protest, feeling the urge to obey like a puppy.
" are you serious! you want to get sick! " Rosalie was furious, i don't even know why she cares
" yes i want to get sick, what's in it to you anyway?" i replied, the brat inside me took over, i even crossed my arms over my chest and glared back at her from the rear-view mirror
Emmett mumbles something i couldn't hear and i huffed knowing that i lost the staring game and probably my chance to even befriend them now.
when the jeep parked skillfully in the school's parking lot, i tried to undo the complicated seat built that Emmett strapped me into but i failed miserably until Rosalie came to the backseat to help me out of it.
i was embarrassed that i probably look so helpless and childish ' i couldn't unstrap a goddamn seat-built for fuck sake!' i screamed in my mind. in my defense, this was a very difficult one
" sorry for yelling back at you" i apologized as soon as her floral parfum hit my nostril, her beautiful golden loose curls framed her face when she looked up to me, and i felt like i was drowning at her topaz eyes as they soften
" i'll only except your apology if you agreed to let us drive you to and from school everyday" she said with the most beautiful smile i have ever been blessed to witness
i automatically nodded like i'm in the best trance ever
" use your words little girl" usually, i'd tell the person who calls me little girl to go fuck himself. but it sounded so damn right to call me that,and part of me believes that i'm only dreaming and this is not real
" yes... ma'am?" i answered awkwardly because i don't know what to call her other than mommy . my heart was beating for marathons and my breath was shallow...let's not forget that i can feel a dampness in my panties the soon she called me little girl ..
she nodded satisfied letting me out of her hypnotizing aura and from the seat built
i slide from the high jeep making me feel like a kid even more!
everyone, and i mean everyone was looking at me, mouth dropped to the floor which makes me want to yell curses at them.
but instead, i fast walked my way to school hiding in my fur coat.
this is going to be a long fucking day
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