As I glared at Lucas, I imagined all the ways he could die. I just know in my heart that it would be super dumb. He would probably choke on a chicken nugget or fall into a sewer. Perhaps he'll be run over by a Honda Civic or an equally dumb car. ''Do you plan to keep making eyes at each other for the rest of breakfast or...'' Kiara started before she trailed off. I started choking on the air. I coughed and shook my head in hopes of getting those horrible words out of my system. If only I could go back in time and plug my ears to stop myself from ever hearing those words. Lucas was also coughing up a storm. He should feel honoured if I even looked in his direction. "Why are you acting like that? As if you'd be so lucky to ever be in a relationship with me," I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't think you understand the meaning of lucky. I'm not surprised you don't," Lucas clapped back. "Haha, you're so funny. You should do stand-up. At least you have something you could do becau

I didn't find Kiara until the first quarter was around halfway done. If the stink eye she didn't send me wasn't enough to convince me she was mad, the way she didn't even smile at me was sufficient. ''Hey. I'm sorry that I'm late,'' I whispered. Ignored. "Well that doesn't hurt," I mumbled to myself. Because I'm a masochist and Kiki is my dominant I tried again. As expected, her harsh hiss did nothing to make me feel better. I felt a poke to my side and remembered I brought company. I turned to Kayla and she looked at me with her big concerned eyes. I guess I didn't hide my disappointment very well. I smiled at her and focused on the game. I would have my chance in a few minutes. "Hey, I'm cold," Kayla leaned over to whisper to me. I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. It was pretty late so it was bound to be cold out. Kayla linked our arms and laid her head on my shoulder to express her gratitude for doing the bare minimum. As long as she was comfortabl

I woke up at seven am on Sunday. Did I willing wake up at that time? No. I woke up at that time because Van decided that he now enjoyed screaming in my ear. Not only did I wake up with a shattered eardrum but I also woke up to his evil twin, Nessa, stuffing the pink socks Key got me. She managed to stack the books from the bottom of my library and reached into my hamper and stuffed my property into her diapers. Danny poked his head into my room, surveyed the area, and when he deemed everything ok he left. It was official, I am going to commit murder. "He's fine! He's just waking up your laziest child!" Dan shouted, possibly to my parents. Here I thought he came to make sure the little demons weren't harassing me. Of course not. The least he could have done was gather them in his clutch and chuck them out. I will make him regret his lack of action. "Daniel stop shouting in the house!" my dad's voice boomed through the walls. "And Van and Nessa you better have your toys put away

The sound of my door making fast and direct contact with my wall made me jump out of my bed. What the fuck? I turned to glare at the person who dared to wake me up at, I paused to look at the pastel pink clock that Kiki gave me, six forty. Holy shit! It's six forty I leapt from my bed as if it were about to compost at any second. "Zack you promised to take me to school today!" Daniel snapped at me. His attitude was in no way, shape or form helping my frazzled mood. "I know, I know. The stupid alarm on my phone didn't go off," I struggled to say as I kicked off my boxers and hopped in the shower, my toothbrush clenched between my teeth. "Hurrrrrryyy," he whined. The sound of slamming doors made me aware that he left and clearly not in a good mood. Why today of all days? My mum and dad left for work early on Mondays. They usually take Daniel and the twins to school when they head for work, but Daniel told me last night that he wanted to go with me for whatever reason. If they we

I wanted cake. Carrot cake to be specific. Actually, any cake would do. Perhaps it was because I was truly craving something sweet or perhaps it was because I was currently smelling Kiara's shampoo or it might have been one of the products she used religiously. It smelt sweet, yet I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I was smelling but I liked it. It reminded me of cake. I was about to angle my head so I could get another whiff of Kiara's hair when she spoke up. ''Why do you think we're friends?'' she started. She looked up at me with her beautiful big caramel-coloured eyes. She blinked her long dark lashes as she waited for my answer. I wonder if she could hear my heart race as she rested her head on my chest. I prayed my shirt could somehow muffle the sound. I glanced at her laptop which was playing a sitcom we found. I guess we both decided to use it as background noise. I thought about her question. We were friends because I fell in love with her the moment I saw her and wanted to