We walked into my house. I mean moms, that I inhabit. I can't wait to hear Mr.D's ugly voice. No offence to him, he's just a 'bad boy'. He's to proud to have a good singing voice. Boys. I probably shouldn't assume. I mean I kick dudes butts with rad skills. Yet I'm still a hardcore nerd... So maybe he's a future opera singer. Imagine! 'Bad Blake: the opera wonder!' That would be great. Then his back up singers would be his gang! Eeee yes! Omg, I just eed. That's terrible. Mr.Douche was looking at me weirdly. I said the eeee out loud! Help me now. I played it cool and raised my eyebrow. As I to say 'what'? He shrugged and pulled out his phone. Well that was embarrassing. Never again. I hope I don't squeal again. It's just terrible. I would know, half the girls at my school talk like this.
"Omg Patricia! I heard Ronald cheated on Julie!"
"Omg, what!"
"Omg yeah!"
"O, m, g!"
Everything starts with omg and ends with exclamation mark. They speak in a really high, squeaky, loud voice. Maybe they think they've already made us deaf. That's why they yell. How considerate of them. I say this with a total monotone voice. So grateful! That they eventually die. I'm going to go broke by buying flowers. So you know how the guys have to do bad? I have to do good. Where as they would run over a mailbox laughing, I would panic. I would then fix the mailbox, spending days on it. Then because I'm me I would just buy them a new. Finally Douche speaks up. I don't start conversations, I make them awkward.
"Do you have a karaoke machine?" He doesn't even look at me.
"New girlfriend?" I sarcastically respond.
"Why, jealous?"
"Of what?"
"What I'm paying attention to. You want my attention?" He smirks. Butt face.
"No just pitying."
"Sure you are." He goes back to his love, his phone. "So karaoke machine?"
"Duh." What rich person would I be without!? Exactly.
"So let's go." He said annoyed.
Oh I'll make him annoyed. "No. I'm giving you tour first." Of a closet. Your new home.
He groans "fine."
We walk through the house. We didn't attempt conversation. Thank goodness. I'd be like 'do you like potatoes?'. How to make friends 101. First rule: Do opposite of what this book tells you. By, Amber! Yay my life. Finally I find a nice closet. Enjoy.
"Hey um Douche, could you grab the karaoke machine?"
He huffs. "Of course. I knew you liked muscles, but you don't need an excuse to check them out." He finishes with a wink. Scarred for life.
"It's in the closet. Fetch." I point my finger to it.
He gets up from his chair. Taking a really long time. He's also, I think flexing? It looks ugly. Keep telling yourself that. Stupid brain. Rude I'm a smart brain. Sure you are. I'm your brain. Dumbo. Did you just call me a dumbo! Well that hurt!
"Are you talking to yourself?"
I look up to Douche. He looks amused and probably thinks I'm weird.
"Why you got a problem with it?" I say casually.
He laughs. His laugh is to die for. I mean he should die! Yeah that's what I meant. I got some issues. I can't believe I think he's hot. I just said that. Well he is, he's just a douche.
"No I don't have a problem with it. It's kinda cute." He smirks.
Wait he called me cute. "Did you just call me cute?" I get up from my chair.
I take a step towards him. I'm trying to be flirty. The floors probably cuter. He looks at me interested. He smirks, again. Smile, just smile!
"Well I think your..." His smirk deepens. His eyes go dark again. Why?
"I think you, are super..." I am right in front of him.
I put my hands on his chest. His eyes darken more. Scary... Then I whisper,
"Your super ugly." I say flirtly. Right before I shove him in the closet.
"What the?"
Hehe.
"That isn't what you were expecting?" I ask innocently.
"Definitely not." He growls. Well that's scary. Good thing this door locks.
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RomanceMeet Amber an average teen. Well if you call a socially awkward nerd normal..... She's your typical nerd the round glasses always A's and well no friends. Except she owns a motorcycle and can beat you up. Will she always love food? Yes. Meet Ambers'...
