Barbie got Her Ken Stolen.

    Today just doesn’t seem to be my day, first I had to be lectured by my mom for my choice of outfit. Which was quite a normal thing, but because she started earlier than usual, I had to escape before breakfast. Then almost like a routine getaway from uncle Sam, I tried taking my safe path out, but yet again my plans got disrupted when he managed to track me down… now what am I supposed to do in the future? The last thing I want is to be seen as another attention worthy Miss popular arriving in an eye-catching Audi.

     The less noticeable I am, the less trouble I’ll be in. Well that worked for the first few years. Unfortunately, I guess all my luck finally ran out. Besides being spotted or rather bumping directly into the one and only triple 'H' of our school.... Handsome, Hot, Heartbreaker... ‘Jeremy Adams’, who was obviously staring at me like I am some sort of weirdo; I was also captured by the energetic uncle Sam this time round.

       As if that wasn’t enough, he insisted on dropping me right at the entrance of the school’s campus. Although I knew he meant well and was probably just following instructions from my mom, it was still annoying as hell to be bombarded once more into trying to accept my family background, which somehow involved me dressing like a typical stereotype rich barbie.

       When I arrived, god I could feel the questioning glares as some began whispering trying to figure out who the heck I was…. Yeah four years of taking the same class and eating in the same crappy canteen didn’t draw any unwanted attention, but popping up in an expensive car suddenly drew a bright spotlight shining on my unique appearance. ‘What a bunch of superficial, narrow-minded idiots!’ I thought lowering my head hoping to return to my usual ghostly self… existing but not seen.

         However, like I said, my luck had all been used up…. As soon as I entered the noisy halls of the building, there came the overly or should I say excessively friendly Miss Joy. Though I highly doubt that’s her actual name, but it did suit her personality as a guidance counselor.  Sometimes I would choose to listen to her enthusiastic approach to life just to laugh at the hypocrisy of her words. Yeah right as if life was all moonlight and roses… enjoyable and pleasant.

      Anyways, I really didn’t feel like sitting for 5 minutes discussing my goals for this semester, much less making an appointment for staying an hour after classes just for motivation. No way that was happening today! With that in mind I kept walking forward pretending not to notice her gesturing me to her office. But yet again my day took a U-turn of unexpected circumstances.

     “Erika! Dear wait a second I need to talk to you.” Miss Joy yelled seeing my obvious attempt to flee the scene.

      Stubborn as I was, instead of giving up like I should have I kept walking ahead, even taking a detour to the nearby restroom hoping to buy some time. Sadly, as soon as I stepped out again, there she was eager to corner me. But at a moment of desperation I stuck to my ignorance, turned the opposite direction and walked hastily through the crowded path of students busily collecting their textbooks from their lockers.

       Then it hit me for the second time this morning…. I was so occupied with running way that I accidentally stumbled and bumped into that familiar handsome face. Truly speaking though, this time was way more awkward and embarrassing.

       “Shit!” I gasp expecting to land on the floors from the impact and sudden unbalanced feet, but to my surprise and those around, a pair of strong arms quickly grabbed hold of my waist helping me to remain standing. With eyes tightly shut I tried convincing myself “this isn’t happening… I’m still in bed sleeping… I’m just having a bad dream.” Much to my dismay, those insane rants were said out loud, earning me another 20 points on the crazy radar.

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      “Ahhh! Creep! Get your hands off my boyfriend!” An annoying voice suddenly shouted in excitement, finally causing the two entangled teens to regain their senses. Britney could hardly believe her eyes, being interrupted right in the middle of seeking justice from the low blow of insult Marcus dished out. Only to have some paranoid nobody with a terrible sense of fashion, literally been caught in the arms of her lover boy. Adding to her displeasure, Jeremy did not immediately release but held on to the ‘ugly’ ragged girl, lost in a trance.

       With an awkward dry cough and redden cheeks, Erika apologized while slowly retreating from the handsome teen’s personal space with her head lowered in attempt to avoid directly facing those pair of piercing yet alluring deep black eyes. Like a snail she was prepared to hide in her shell and sneak away.

       Marcus wore an amused smile, feeling quite contented with the live drama…. “Ha! Barbie got her Ken stolen.” His opinions always voiced out and never kept to himself. 

        Jeremy on the other hand, wasn’t sure how to react. For some strange reason, when he reflexively grabbed hold of the person crashing into him that was about to fall, without even knowing who it was. His heart began to pound against his chest as if his organs were making a protest… a statement demanding attention. When he finally saw the familiar weird big framed glasses and heard her foolish rumble, he found it both stupid and laughable…. Perhaps even a bit cute. Lost in a moment of admiration his eyes unintentionally fell on her flushed rosy cheeks, small button nose and slightly parted pink lips…. Unknowingly, he found himself wanting to stair at her a bit longer.

       However, the abrupt sound of Britney’s outburst quickly drew his mind away causing him to reluctantly withdrew his sight and slowly release the crazy cute sloppy girl once she regained her balance, stepping aside cautiously. Many witnessing the scene were awaiting a good show, hoping to see the possessive jealous freak cheerleader girlfriend humiliate the flustered nerd. Thankfully, as if saved by the dong! The school’s bell rang, signally the start of first period.

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