The Competition

Chapter 17: Winnie

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sugar is sweet,

So are you.

If you love me,

As I love you,

No knife can cut,

Our love in two," I said, relief flooding me. I remembered. "Good, now, hon, it would be amazing if you could just remember these poems..." she trailed off. I rolled my eyes.

I hate it here. Want me to explain? Ok: Poems every Monday. Sopranos every Tuesday. House wife studies (I know right!) on Wednesdays. Ballets every Thursday. Golf every Friday. Science every Saturday. Horse-back riding every Sunday.

No free time.

No Talia.

No traveling.

No... Everything I love.

I have no idea why I freaking left. Me and Blake are hanging out every day after all these junk. I think he rehearses everything he says to me. 'Cause, whenever we meet, the first thing he does is give a speech about 'how much he missed me', 'how we should not cut our bond' and a whole lot of junk.

Mom would pick favorites every 2 days. But James would be the most special one. And on some days-mostly Tuesdays-we go to these dumb tea parties and other classical whatnot. I either have to wear big 80's dresses or frilly pink dresses.

Dad would give us 'some' pocket money which usually consisted of 300-400$. I would give all of it to Bill so he can buy some more new test tubes.

James has been bothering me every 30 seconds of my miserable life. He would push me, poke me, tug my hair or lock me in the bathroom for 2 hours to rot under the smell of his latest dump-when I least expect it.

"JOSE!" screamed Celia.

"What?" I groaned.

"Pay attent----" right when she was about to go on the signal for the end of the lesson rang.

"Bye!" I screamed running off into my room.

When I was about to go onto to Tumblr, there was a soft knock. I assumed it was Bill so I muttered a 'come in'.

"Hey, loser," came the voice of James the Jizzrag.

"Go away," I muttered still looking at the blank screen.

"Whatever, your 'boyfriend' came," he said and slammed the door shut. I sighed and got up. Running down the stairs, I heard the unmistakable voice of my mother.

"Oh, Blake, how nice! Well, good luck!" rang the voice of my mother.

"Thanks, Mrs. Diamond," I heard Blake say.

When I was standing right behind Blake, I saw mom throw me a wink, that's when Blake turned around, smiling. "Come on, Jose, let's go for a walk," he whispered to me, holding my hand.

"Let's," I replied back, snatching my hand away but that only made him chuckle.

By the time we were a fair distance away from our 'house', Blake turned to me and smiled. "What?" I groaned out.

"Do you wanna go on a date with me?" he asked smoothly.

Just like that. BAM! He just said it like it was saying, 'Let's go for some ice-cream'. Then I scoffed mentally. He probably had a lot of practice by saying it to other girls.

"Why?" I asked. He stood there, shocked, obviously not expecting that.

"Why? That's ridiculous! I'm your best friend!" he exclaimed.