So Far, So Near, BOO! Right Here, a Romance story

Blah Blah Blah (I know, Real Original)

Alysen and I walked into our fifth period class and immediately my eyes locked onto Damian's form.

Why was my body so attuned to his? It's like there was a radio signal warning me every time I was within a twenty foot circumference. And I mean an insistent ringing within my head and under my skin.

"Hi Abby," he told me with a wink.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to appear sexy.

"I can see why your ex left you with that move."

His grin flipped upside down and suddenly I wished I could take my words back. This was exactly why I've tried my hardest to remain mute. Whenever I spoke it was usually about things spoken bluntly and rather harshly.

"And that is why you have me to fix those problems and hopefully you can win her heart back" I say to encourage him even as I winced inwardly.

His puppy eyes brightened drastically and he smirked. "No one can resist this charm."

Wipe that cocky smirk off your face. I think.

I don't want to smile. Damn his charm.

Why won't he allow me to wallow in my own misery?

But instead of saying anything I roll my eyes before plopping down in my seat.

Class began with roll call per usual. I wonder how long it would take for our teacher to remember our names. Probably months.

I raised my hand slightly when my name was called before slumping into the back of my seat,my feet resting on the back bar of someone else seat.

I glared at the binder that lay in the little iron basket and not so gently toed it out of the way. I smile and let my legs rest in the basket.

I placed my binder on my desk vertically and let it stand there on its own. I placed my hoodie wrapped into a ball behind my head and wiggled about in my seat searching for that one dip in the seat to mil my body comfortably.

Releasing a satisfied sigh, I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the drowning voice of my math teacher.

The sound of jostling and loud laughter awoke me from my hazy sleep.

Lazily, I opened my eye lids and observed as the rest of the class room prepared for their next class. I scoffed.

There was still two minutes till the bell rang. No need for rushing.

Just as I was about to fall asleep again someone knocked my feet out from under the iron basket.

I frowned and glared at the person in front of me who so rudely let my feet fall to the ground.

"Trisha," I growled under my breath and began to curse in five different languages.

A Spanish kid next to me started to laugh as he heard me mutter "puta," and my personal favorite,"brujah".

She snapped her head around at me and glared.

Oops that's right she took Spanish class with me. Oh well.

She opened her mouth to snarl at me but the bell rang.

Smirking, I brushed past her and out of the class room.

She was the reason why Damian's heart was broken on half. With her sheeny black hair and emerald eyes she was an exotic sight.

One thing I would forever laugh about was her name. Trisha fit her in absolutely no way. I can think of a ton of other names that would fit her but I won't mention them. Bitch.

Classes drifted past in a monotonous tone lulling me to sleep. Even my favorite history class seems to have dulled a bit. Maybe it was my depressed mood?

Lunch came around and the kids started running towards the cafeteria.

I could only watch them with an amused grin.

Who runs for the cafeteria food when we all know it tasted like rubber and rabid dog meat?

Desperate people that's who.

I picked up my pace a little before I began to full out run for the cafeteria line.

"Outta my way," I yell as I dash forward. I could hear girls grumbling as I elbowed a few and stepped on their feet.

"My apologies," I say sarcastically as continue on my way to the fastfood aisle.

When a couple of kids weren't looking I slipped between their bodies and made my way one spot closer to the front.

As I waited my thoughts began to randomly wonder as they were oft to do. I blame it on my imagination and five minute attention span.

I enviously found myself watching the girls around me comparing myself to them unconsciously.

Why couldn't I look like that?

I tried to act like it didn't affect me but there were moments when I wished I was beautiful like Trisha to gain Damian's attention.

It makes me wonder. Why would I want his attention if he can't see past my looks? I was a dull brown haired girl with a short nose,a firm,angry jaw and missing an ass. What was so pretty about that?

I can say that my only nice features were my blue green eyes which were not that intriguing and my long pale legs. Even then that was nothing spectacular.

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and pulled back a rubber band on my wrist.

The sharp pain was enough to draw my attention away from demeaning thoughts.

"Bad Abby,"

I muttered.

"The hell? Did you just talk to yourself?"

Asked what I assumed was a freshman( he was really short).

I bushed slightly before lifting an eyebrow.

"And if I was?"

He shrugged.

"I'd say your weird."

I grinned.

"Oh trust me. I'm most definitely weird."

He backed away at the sight of my psychotic grin.

"Riiight. Nice meeting ya." He said before turning his attention back to his phone.

Ouch. The sarcasm in his voice was enough to make me wince.

I need to remind myself to keep my mouth shut or continue to make myself look like a deranged fool. And no smiling either for that matter.

Showing my gums to the whole world was not very attractive. Besides, I've found stray pieces of food in my teeth before.

It's a shameful experience.

Finally I was able to collect my burger and fries from the cook lady.............oh my gosh. I did a double head snap.

She was wearing one of those plastic wraps for your hair around her chin.

What did she do? Shave her chin and decide one day to grow a beard?

Or it was a man.

I darted my eyes to her chest. Nope. Definitely female.

Unless. I gulped. Oh my gosh I had just met a transgender. Or a hermaphrodite?

Bile rose in my throat and chills covered my skin.

Gross.

I left the cafeteria in a rush not wanting to be within the same room of a she/male.

It's not discrimination!

Okay,maybe it is.

But come on.

It was a shemale. Both gender person. I find that people who want to be both genders real perverts and sex fiends.

And I do not want any part of said things.

I made my way to the chess club(oh I know, real original for a nerd) and sat down at one of the desks.

The guys nodded their heads at me and some muttered," 'sup," and others...nothing at all. As you can see I was really popular and worthy of their attention..

I scarfed down my chicken sand which like a depraved person and gave myself a heart burn as I gobbled up my fries.

Then I played a game with some of the boys(beat them all hehe) and left.

Of course it was only to see how Damian was doing. Okay I was stalking him. So what? We all stalk our crushes at some point. I have the excuse to stalk him though because I'm his best friend....outside of school.

That bastard totally hung out with his friends instead of me.

But I was chill with it because I am not a very entertaining person. Stick me in the library and I'm a happy person.

Give me some music and I'm a happy person.

A pencil? I'm all for it.

See? I'm boring.

And that's probably why I do not. have many friends if any. They are more like acquaintance's.

I know. I'm pathetic.

But hey, I don't care.

Yeah did I ever tell you that I'm a liar too?

Well I just did.

I walked past Damian's group which was near my locker thank God. Or else I would be known as the stalker girl instead of an ignored person.

I puled open my locker with a jerk and pulled out my ipod. It had a cracked screen that I got pissed at every once in a while but I was too cheap to buy a new one. It worked just fine.

I put in my ear buds and blasted my Breathe Carolina music.

It always....relaxed me.

I slammed my locker shut ad kicked it a few times so it would close before... making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home bound ....................Yeah I'm just kidding. Bet you read those lyrics though while humming the harmony.

I didn't so you guys are all losers.....................

Did I mention I'm a liar?

4: I.D.G.A.F

I.D.G.A.F

School took its sweet time to end and laughed as I sat impatiently in my seat.

I took a surreptitious glance around before lifting my ass an inch out of my seat and pinched it.

I nearly cried as nothing happened. If you are a fellow person who left their ass at home( meaning that you have no ass) then you know what sitting for eight hours in an iron seat is like. Complete and utter numbness.

And right now my ass was tingling with frozen nerves and blocked circulation.

I shook my head back as forth hoping that my sisters fun fact was true.

The fun fact?

Shaking your head wakes your brain and makes any numb part if your body completely back to normal with no signs of numbness.

Nope it didn't work.Unless I was supposed to be stared at by 32 sets of eyes...... then nope.

I ducked my head bash fully and lifted my hand into the piece sign.

"Yo," I said. They returned their attention back to whatever they had been doing previously. Thankfully no one stared at my red face for too long.

I was going to strangle Gracie once I got home.

How dare she lie to me!??

Oh that's right the pathological liar dared.

Another memory to add to Abby's list of daily embarrassments.

My final class ended and I shoved and stomped on people's feet in order to race towards by bus.

I shoved open the doors to freedom and smiled with my eyes closed basking in the ambiance known as sunlight.

Until I opened my eye lids.

"Gah my eyes!" I cried.

And scratched madly at my burning retinas.

Okay that was overly dramatized but I did think about my burning eye lids.....I don't exaggerate...too much.

I climbed aboard the yellow bus and glared at the one person who always entered the bus first.

Call me crazy but I had been trying all year to get first pick of any seat on the bus.

But seeing how my plans always failed I happened to despise the innocent person who countered and disrupted my attempts every frickin day.

And just because they were sitting where I couldn't, I wanted that specific seat all the more.

Speaking of things I couldn't have.........

I banged my forehead with my palm in hopes of banishing any thoughts of Damian.

I then groaned as I realized that Damian was supposed to meet me at my apartment tonight so we could discuss our plans.

The bus was soon filled with perspiring teens and rambunctious sluts eager to sit in a guys lap.

I took a cursory glance around the people climbing aboard the bus as noticed Alysen, my forever bus buddy, climbing aboard.

I sighed in relief. Good I really didn't want some stranger sitting next to me.

My slumped shoulders suddenly tensed as I realized that a boy whom I had gained a certain loathing towards was eyeing the space next to me with a glint in his eyes.

Oh God no. Please don't let him sit next I me.

Please, I begged hoping against all expectations that Ceaser who noticed my awesomeness (obsessed over me aka crushed on me) would not sit next to me.

Alysen who was one step behind him grinned at my predicament.

And I new that my fate was sealed the instant I heard a huge whooshing sound from the space beside me.

Don't make eye contact. Don't make eye contact I chided myself as I shrunk closer to the window and held my back pack possessively to my chest.

"Hey Abigail," I winced at the use of my full name spoken in a hoarse rasp.

I clenched my eyes shut. And started to randomly bob my head as if I was listening to music. In all honesty my iPod had long since run out of the battery charge and all that was left was a dead piece of metal.

But Ceaser did need to know that.

Sadly he didn't take the hint and even worse he placed his grubby hand on my shoulder.

"Gah!"

I pretended to be startled and jumped in my seat before facing Ceaser with an expression of fear.

Oh I was scared all right. Frightened to death by those perverted hands that I knew had been the only solace for his lonely existence and non existing love life.

I gulped harshly and wiggled in my seat hoping to remove the hand resting on my shoulder.

Nervously I laughed.

Hopefully my piggish, snorting, laughter would scare him away.

Apparently it did nothing to remove the enamoured look on his face.

No? Okay then. How about my witch cackle.

Nothing he just smiled like he found it endearing.

Why was it that the one man who loved me unconditionally happened to have three chins and a beer belly?

I nearly wept. I would forever be a cat lady who scared away the neighbours kids.

"So how was your day?" he asked with that yellow smile.

I heard Alysen laugh in the seat be hind me and I had no doubt in my mind that she was recording this conversation for future blackmailing purposes.

Kill me now. I could see it on YouTube 'Girl being molested by pervert on high school bus.'

Okay I was exaggerating.

I gave him a faint smile in response even as I grimaced inside my mind.

Damn my niceness.

"It was tedious as usual."

He nodded his head eagerly.

"Oh I know all about it. I learned a new phrases in my French class today. would you like to hear them?"

"Er sure'" I said hesitating as I recalled a scene in this one movie where this man told a woman he loved her in a different language and then asked her if she wanted to have sex.

The innocent woman, trying to pretend that she knew the language had nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face the whole time. and then the man raped her.

Of course when taken to court it was explained that it was all consensual and the poor woman lost the case.

I shuddered.

Thank goodness for a bus full of people and my craving to learn as many languages as possible.

He spit out his words, stumbling over the accents and pronunciation.

"Je' taime Abigail."

My eyes widened in horror and I was about to yell at him to shut up. Sadly, he continued obviously mistaking my look of horror as awe and spell bound.

"Embrasse-moi!"

And with that he lunged forward and I could only freeze in my seat at the sight of his shuttered eyes and puckered lips.

The fish,lip,thing was so close to me that I could seep beads of spittle on his bottom lip.

My heart pounded in my chest as the nightmare approached me.

He was inches away and suddenly my neck snapped forward along with everyone in the bus as the vehicle slammed gears.

The bus driver started to curse loudly at the sight of another most likely amateur driver cut in front of the bus.

"Idiota!" she exclaimed.

"Watch where your going! Sheesh."

I had stars I'm my eyes as I was thanking the woman with something akin to hero worshipping. She just saved me from losing my first kiss.

Once the shock wore away I turned my flaming eyes to the boy sitting next to me.

The sleazy bastard appeared star struck at the near chance of stealing a kiss.

My wrath knew no bounds as I stared at the vile, kiss stealing vermin.

With a sickly sweet smile I stomped on his foot with my size nine boots.

Oh yes. I smiled viciously at his wince and dug the heel of my boot deeper into his foot.

"No one, touches me. Especially not with their lips," I snarl, my voice deceptively calm.

I watched as his face turned from flustered red to a sudden pallid colouring.

H gazed down at my clenched fist wrapped around his shirt and my sharp fang like canniness baring at him in warning.

Sweat trickled down his face and he nodded his head furtively hoping to placate my anger.

"Clear?"

He just nodded his head continuously unable to say, 'Crystal,' as the saying went.

"Good. Then we will get along just fine."

And with that I slumped back to my side of the seat with tense anger.

It took me a second to recognize that my part of the bus was silent.

Cursing I looked around.

More than enough had seen my scene.

Thanks Ceaser , you just upped my popularity.

Fun-fuckin-tastic.

That was twice in one day that people started taking notice of me.

I just wanted to shrink in a ball and pretend that I was dead.

Slumping my shoulder I waited out the tense silence in the bus before my stop came around.

It was like a walk of shame. All eyes on me and the only words spoken were of my failures and defeat.

I shall repeat.

Fun-fucking-tastic.

Walking back home from my stop was a tedious chore that I happened to love.

I didn't tell anyone that I actually enjoyed the walk. Usually I would complain about the 0.7 miles walk...... not even a whole mile.

Honestly I love the time to myself.Usually I would sing or contemplate the things that had happened in school.

No I'm not an angelic singer with a voice from heaven. I don't even sound decent. My voice was likened unto that of a frogs raspy croak.

Yet again a feature that bothered me to no end was the manliness of my voice.

It sounded like I had been smoking for a long time.

Ironically I remember that my voice used to have that princess,preppy girl timbre when I was younger. And then it suddenly vanished when puberty came along.

So there I was, minding my own business singing to Beyonce's Halo and failing miserably,my voice cracking at every high note.

And can you guess what happens? Disaster that's what.

Damian in his not so subtle, green hummer decides to pass me by and laugh at my exspense.

Okay that wasn't even an exaggeration. That was a flat out lie.

It was so stiff and boring that I was watching squirrels rape each other for entertainment.

You now I always wondered about why animals so brutally mated. One mallard I saw almost drowned his partner in his throws of pleasure.

And the poor female had been trying her hardest to get away.

And what were the rest of the ducks doing?

Were they helping her? No.They just swam along and ignored what was happening right in front of their faces.

Should I be concerned?

Wait, why was I watching them in the first place..... okay so I didn't try to help the duck either but come ON!

How else we're there supposed to be yellow duckies that cheap their little hearts out?

I wouldn't be able to pet and cuddle with them then.

Besides I heard that duck can be tasty......I don't know what that would taste like. Apparently the Chinese find them delectable.

Damn my thoughts were wandering away again. I was just about to think of Charlottes Web....pigs are delectable and I have eaten one.... sorry Wilbur.

After a boring walk I entered my apartment complex.

The fresh asparagus and lemon scent hit my nose and the feeling of being home washed over me.

Nothing made me relax more than familiar smells.

I jogged my way up the stairs and entered my apartment.

Bacon hit my nose hard.

Not the smell. No, this was my pet pig.......okay pet dog. but I wanted a pet pig so badly so I named it as I would if I had a pet pig.

I laughed harshly and pet my hyper Doberman on the head.

Apartments don't have dogs so we snuck him in. He is well over the 100 pound limit but I refused to get one of those Labradors. They get so fat.

I entered my empty apartment and dropped my back pack and guitar case onto my bed before I went foraging for some snacks.

And then I waited for Damian's family to come over for dinner as they did habitually every Friday night.

Right now it was only myself in the apartment...before my sisters come barrelling in thirty minutes later.

Oh calm serenity how I love you so.

5: Can't I Catch a Break?

Can't I Catch a Break?

I was jamming to my music in bed when I heard my sisters arrive. Madelyn's voice bellowed loudly as she chattered away with anyone and everyone.

Her twin, Gracie , was just as loud, if not louder, as she spewed hateful words towards Jayvon.

I chuckled. I could hear in between the lines of their conversation and knew that she had a crush on him and vice versa.

Unlike Maddy, she kept her crushes for almost years and was a person who would give their unconditional love.

Maddy was just desperate for a husband. Sorry Maddy, you know it's true.

The clambered up the stairwell yelling out obscenities at a rapid pace.

My eye twitched. Then it twitched again.

I gave a huff of exasperation and stalked towards the front door.

After viciously yanking it open, I opened the door to the stairwell and yelled down at the group of middle school and prepubescent teens.

"You don't sound cool cursing so shut up! Damn."

They all froze awkwardly before bending over with laughter while pointing at me.

I glanced down and realized that I had forgotten I was wearing pjs. Billowing, fat shirt and erm...pants that had holes at the knees from wear.

Wow this was embarrassing.

Blushing red, I went back inside wand slumped against the door.

I ran my hand over my forehead.

"Why do I always look so stupid." I mumbled.

I decided to distract my self from my own stupidity, and entered my room once more.

But this time, I was going to clean it. I was such a slob.

My clothes were strewn all over the floor and my art pastels left an ugly stain on the carpet.

And Holy shit. Was that an apple core molding on my window ledge? I wrinkled my nose in disgust. What kind of girl leaves food in their bedroom and let it rot?

Me that's who.

I sighed knowing that I would have to make my room appear presentable.

With a grin on my face I sat on the floor and eyed the pile of laundry that needed folded. Without a seconds thought, I pushed all my clothing under my bed.

I made my bed and made sure that the covers draped over the side of the bed to hide my dirty deed from parental eyes.

Then, I strategically placed my blue popcorn chair over the pastel stain and removed the less than fragrant apple core.

I searched my bedroom desk searching for my bottle of perfume.

I picked up the bottle of vanilla and musk tenderly.

"I'm so sorry." I told it.

"It's for the greater good."

And with that I sprayed boat loads of perfume in the air hoping to get rid of whatever odors had accumulated within my room.

Once I was finished, I cried a little and placed it back on my desk. My beautiful perfume bottle was nearly empty. Damn it Damian. You make me want to be a girl.

I sighed and began singing Demi Lavato's song Heart Attack as I felt it fit the situation perfectly.

Maddy and Gracie began to rummage through the kitchen for food as they talked loudly about some event that had happened in school. Mainly it was about this boy did this, and this chick did that.

A sudden urge to smack them upside the head flooded through me.

Stop talking about boys!

I was trying to forget my issues here.

So shut up! I screamed within my mind.

In order to take out my stress I slammed my head phones onto my head and plugged my guitar into the amp.

Relief sagged my shoulder when I realized that their chattering had been drowned out by my music.

Thank goodness I would have strangled them not a second later. Or at least hit them.

And then I began the painful process of tuning my Ibanez guitar.
I really need locking tuners.

Any on who has played guitar knows that it is a beautiful pain in the ass.

But once you feel that instrument sending vibrations through your body you can't ever let it go...my gosh that sounded really perverted.

Erm...okay you know when you have your music blasting really loudly and you start jump and feeling adrenaline from the vibrations from the music? Yeah that's what it feels like. Just on a smaller scale.

Barely a minute later, when I had gotten comfortable and in the groove of playing, someone ripped off my head phones.

"What the hell?" I yelled .

And looked to glare at the person who dared to interrupt my playing.

Madelyn's red,angry face stared down at me.

I winced at the sound of her teeth gritting.

"What do you want Matt?" I asked.

"I've been calling you for several minutes. Dad wants you to make dinner, it's your day. And turn down your volume."

My face drooped into a frown .

That's right. It was my dinner day.

I placed my guitar on my bed tenderly before barreling past Maddy and stormed into the kitchen.

What should I cook for dinner? And should I poison Maddys dinner or not?

I shrugged. Naw I'll just put salt in her water.

I perused the food in the freezer before laying my eyes on a bag of frozen Talipia fish.

A smile lit up my face. I discovered what dinner was for tonight.

Contemplating either breaded fish and green beans with mashed potatoes, or oven cooked fish with green beans and mashed potatoes for dinner.

We had eggs and lemon. And semolina flour so I decided breaded fish. It tasted better anyways.

I searched for Madelyn's presence before smirking and blasting my music loudly.

Music really made the time pass away. And it made me feel so much cooler. Like I was the shit.

I almost began reciting everything I was doing as I cooked..you know like on food network.

But Naw that'd be weird. Gracie does it though! So go laugh at her.

The fish took a bath in chicken ovum and embryo ( That's disgusting. We eat the product of chicken sex. Oh my gosh how could we eat their eggs and little babies...sorry baby chickies. You just taste so good.) and the potatoes were boiling in the water.

Meanwhile, I was dancing in the kitchen looking like a person having a heart seizure.

But sometimes I did a cool move.

I can moon walk. That counts as cool.

Unlike big Sean 'moon walking on the white squares'. Nightmare. At least I know that my dancing suck unlike someone.(couch Big cough Sean cough)

After about thirty minutes of labor intensive work, I set the table for eight. Four for my family and four for Damian's.

I frowned. Maybe I shouldn't set an eighth plate. Damian's little brother Ethan wouldn't need a plate. He would probably share it with his mum.

Oh well. An extra plate wouldn't hurt anybody.

I swiped my hands together in satisfaction. Dinner looked good. Now all I had to do was wait for the gue...

My thoughts were disrupted when I heard the sound of our door bell ringing.

The heart inside of my chest started to eat wildly as it cried out in joy.

Damian would soon enter the house and he would eat my food. My food! If I ignored everyone else I could Imagine it was just me and him, eating the food that I had made for him like a good little wife. I smacked my head harshly.

Damn girl thoughts always thinking about trying to get married.

No I will be a strong-willed warrior that would not need a man. Dad, or one of the twins could open the door.

The door bell rang again and I dashed to the door.

So much for being Strong willed.

I took a deep breath, combed my hair and with a big smile I opened the door.

"Hi Damian how are you today?"

Awkward silence met my questions and I opened my closed eyes from my bright smile.

The mail man stood in front of me with a grin.

"Oh shit, Travis I thought you were someone else."

My face blushed deep red as I stared abashed at our resident mailman.

He laughed deeply.

"No need to worry Hun. I know what it's like to have a crush. And unless your trying to be cliché, I'd advise you to wipe off your nose. You got flour on it."

I slapped my hand to my nose and rubbed at it furiously.

"Thanks, that would've been embarrassing."

This night was already turning out to being a nightmare.

"Sorry about that Travis. So what was it that you needed so late?"

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I almost smiled It was so cute when guys were nervous. I settled for a smirk instead as he fumbled over his words.

For a twenty two year old adult, he sure didn't know how to be articulate.

"Well you see, I have a package that needed signed down at the residences office. I had kinda forgotten about it so it was my mistake."

My brows furrowed.

" Is it something that expires?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. All I know is that the sender wanted it received as soon as possible. It's some sort of special case. Normally something like this wouldn't happen but like I said. It's special."

"Well okay, I'll be right down let me get on my shoes."

I placed on my shoes as soon as possible and walked out the door.

Travis blinked. Then smirked.

"Nice Damian have a pj fetish or something?"

I wanted to smack my head once more.

I was still wearing my pj's. What was with me?

Glaring at Travis I walked past in silent shame.

"They're kinda cute." He said trying to placate me.

It wasn't working.

He looked at me with his blue eyes. Pleading blue eyes.

Dammit. No matter the fact that I knew him as our mail man for ages he still could convince me with those blue eyes. And I barely talked to him.

My dad did. They were like best buds or something.

I huffed before relenting.

"They are kinda cute arn't they?"

He smiled brightly no doubt because of his success.

"Mhm. You have no need to fear looking more cave like than usual."

"I know they.."

My brain stopped as it reprocessed his words.

I turned on him as we walked.

"You little bastard. More cave like than usual!? I do not look like a cave woman."

Indignant I stomped forward leaving him laughing behind me.

I entered the apartment office still hearing his laughter as it rang out loudly.

I was not a cave woman.

The apple from my memory cried out with mocking laughter. As did the clothing I had shoved under my bed. Okay so maybe I was a cave woman.

Travis received the package and I signed it out.

I rolled my eyes at Travis.

"As nice as it was talking to you, I have to go. The Cornshaw's are probably over already."

"He smirked. "Your not getting rid of me so easily. Your dad invited me over for a cup of coffee so I shall be walking with you."

I clenched my jaw.

Travis would waste no time embarrassing me in font of Damian as he had done in the past times he was over.

He was like that older protective brother that chased away all possible suitors.

Boyfriends. Not suitors. I read to many historical novels.

Maybe he wouldn't be so annoying this time. I did set an extra plate anyways.

"Well come on then, let's get going before diner gets cold."

The walk back was blessedly silent before we entered the apartment once more.

In general apartments are small. And having eight,no nine people inside caused a lot of heat and detracted all the space.

Our entire living room was covered with tossed shoes, a crawling baby playing with Bacon and my sisters as they played video games with Damian.

"Dad's probably talking to Mr. and Mrs. Cornshaw in the kitchen."

He nodded his head." Go figure."

And with that he left me standing in the small four foot foyer.

I walked over to Bacon and Ethan an watched Gracie and Damian as they fought valiantly to defeat each other.

Maddy sat defeated as she cheered her twin, Gracie, on.

Despite being a girl and thirteen, Gracie could play a video like any other dude if not better.

She got that from my dad.

Maddy on the other hand, was below average in video skills and mine were average.

I cared little for video games. Unless it was Age of Mythology or Halo. Old games I know. But they are fun and strategic.

My attention was drawn to my Dad as the rest of the adults entered the living room.

"Well? Is anyone else going to join us for dinner? "

I smiled at my dad.

My poor balding dad.

I stood up immediately eager to eat. Do you know how tortuous it is to cook without eating any of your own food unless taste testing?

Complete misery.

We all crowded around the table eager to eat. Even Ethan squalled for his dinner.

I sat down in a random seat.

Fine. It wasn't random.

It was one of the smaller portions since my birdie self wouldn't eat that much. I wasn't anorexic. No,I just didn't eat a lot.

"Itadakimasu," I whispered in reminiscence of my favorite anime. (Dattebyo! You know which one I'm talking about.)

And with that I joined everyone else in eating dinner.

As we laughed and chattered I eyed Maddy's cup as she sat next to me.

I watched eagerly as she raised it to her lips. Barely an inch away, she was about to drink it when Gracie, who sat next to her stole the cup from her hand and took a big gulp.

I paled.

Shit.

Gracie had terrible teeth and I know for a fact that she had sore and bleeding gums.

With a cry she spit out the blood tinted water, spraying it all over my crush Damian who sat in front of her.

My eyes wide, I shrunk down in my seat.

Everyone's eyes turned towards me.

Damn my reputation as the family prankster. Couldn't I ever catch a break?

6: Maybe Everything Will Be Alright After All

Maybe Everything Will Be Alright After All

The silence was choking me.

Suddenly my limbs moved on their own and I stood with a set of napkins in my hand. I rushed over and frantically began dabbing at Damian's clothing and face.

With a twisted grimace he grasped my wrist harshly.

I stopped and stated into his firm eyes.

"It's okay, I have it."

I nodded my head meekly before returning to my seat. I grabbed my plate and left the dinner room immediately.

I wanted to cry in shame and anger. Why did I always look like a fucking idiot? I was not some weak girl.

I scrubbed viciously at the plate in the sink before moving onto the next one.

The clack of fingernails against linoleum floor tile brought my attention to Bacon.

I smiled slightly an knelt down by my Doberman.

"Hey buddy. Whatcha soon here huh?"

He stood proudly, his brown eyes peering into my own.

I hid my face in his fur and thanked him silently knowing that Bacon had sensed my chaotic emotions.

I could feel just the smallest tear trickle down the corner of my eye lids.

Furious with myself I stood and angrily wiped at my eye lids. I didn't give a fuck that I would most likely get wrinkles from treating my skin harshly. I was not going to be some helpless girl like most. I was different. I was myself.

I patted my friend on the head.

"Thanks Kevin Bacon. "

Kevin Bacon was Bacon's name sake just because that guy was an awesome actor and call me shallow,but he was hot too.

He whined softly and wagged his tail in happiness before leaving the kitchen.

He was probably searching for some weak soul he could turn his begging eyes on.

I laughed softly.

Good riddance I was becoming a sap.

I entered the dinner room once more. my head held high and my shoulders back.

I caught Travis smiling with approval in my direction. My dad mirrored Travis as he smiled at me with an expression only fathers could pull off.

My decision to be brave made me feel that much better.

Mrs. Cornshaw threw a smile my way before turning her attention to Ethan as he cried for attention.

Mr.Cornshaw was an emotionless brick as usual.

And for once I did not care what Damian thought of me.

I didn't even glance his way.

Maddy nudged me with her elbow and chuckled good heartedly.

"Karma"

I rolled my eyes.

"She's a bitch."

Gracie was quiet for once. I looked over to her apologetically.

She got what I meant and tried to be tough as she turned her nose in the air. I pretended that I was pleading with my 'best' puppy eyes which I knew in reality looked like fish lips and and a set of wide eyes. In other words there was nothing 'cute' about my puppy look.

She broke out in what I knew was her real laughter. How did I know it was real? She sounded like a wheezing turtle tongue sticking out just past her teeth and her nose scrunched upwards.

"Ew Abby, your so ratchet."

I smirked inwardly as I had achieved my mission to get Gracie to laugh even if it was at my own expense.

"Says miss cheese teeth."

"That was lame'"

I blushed red at Damian's words. Not in embarrassment. oh no. I was pissed.

He didn't get that it was supposed to be lame. That was for my sister to mock me for.

Not some hot, lovable and conceited bastard.

I turned to give him the stink eye but I couldn't keep it for long a my face broke into a smile.

And just like that I began to laugh loudly. The awkward silence was broken as nine other voices joined me with l and soon everything was fine.

If there was one thing that I loved the most about myself, it was the ability to make others happy and laugh at my own mistakes. As cynical as the sounds, my misfortune is not a misfortune. It's a joy to me.

We all finished dinner relatively normally and Mrs. Cornshaw complemented my on my culinary skills.

I wrinkled my brows at that. My culinary skills were not that praise worthy. They were average. But I thanked her anyways. Of course I was blushing. I blush too much.

The adults left to play some card games. I was dying to join them in a game of Bridge but the teams were even . Besides Damian and I had to go over the plan.

We entered my room and sat on my bed, a notepad in hand.

"Okay," spoke Damian.

"First thing first, in order to get Trisha jealous we have to hold hands, kiss on occasions and be a complete couple in her eyes."

My eyes widened in anticipation at the thought of kissing him and suddenly I realized that this was actually happening.

"What about dating and going out?"

I asked hoping that he would say that we would go out to eat and such.

He shrugged instead." See that's one of the problems. We need to plan everything so she knows that we are going out on a date. It needs to be when she is around but it can't be too obvious.

"What's the other problem?" I asked in trepidation.

He grinned. " We need to make you looking banging hot. In other words you need a make over that will make you noticeable."

My heart caught at his words. He didn't think I was pretty or hot enough.

I wasn't even noticeable in his eyes.

That son of a bitch.

Sorry Mrs. Cornshaw, you're not a bitch.

Instead of yelling at him, (as angry as I was I'm surprised I didn't bash his head on my bed frame)

I smiled and said sure.

Damn my niceness.

" Good I was kinda concerned you would go all psycho bitch on me and hurt me or something."

Whew what a relief."

"Yeah, no psycho bitch."

Inwardly I fumed. Great. Just great. It is official. I will never get Damian's heart.

I was a klutz, Not pretty (I refuse to say ugly) and apparently a psycho bitch. But he didn't know that last one.

"Alright. And the last thing that we need to solve is communication which is rather simple since you have my phone number. Funny thing is I don't have your number in my list of contacts."

My eyes widened slightly. Oh gosh please don't ask.

He frowned. "How did you get my number anyways. I never remember sharing it?"

I wanted to shoot myself. Jump in a hole and hope my terrible luck stayed intact until I died.

Even I had to admit that having his phone number was pathetic.

I was a becoming that crazy stalker girlfriend. No one wants a stalker as a future spouse/friend. My reputation would be ruined. What reputation? Never mind. How was I going to wriggle my way out of this one?

"Erm, well you see.I took it from the school directory since we had to pretend we were boy friend girlfriend or else everyone would get suspicious."

He paused contemplating my words unknowingly causing my anxiety to rise as I sat in tense silence, sweat dripping down my back and neck.

Finally he smiled," Makes sense."

I sighed quietly. Thank god he didn't know that his cell wasn't in the school directory. I would've beem smoked.

I smiled tightly.

"So? Do you want my number?"

"Right what are the digits?"

" 202-678-0673."

He typed in the number and nodded his head.

"Bingo."

"Okay then so when do you want to meet up for the makeover since it's the weekend?"

I asked trying my hardest to appear bored and uninterested.

"How about tomorrow. I'll come by since we live in the same complex around twelve to pick you up. That sound good?"

I nodded my head albeit a little dazedly.

I wanted to swoon when I heard those words. He could pick me up any day. Mhmm. Yum....Sorry my dear boy readers...if any of you were even brave enough to read about a crazed girl. Meh girls you know what I'm feeling.

He eyed me a little taken aback before grinning flashing those nice white teeth. If I din't have a crush on him and was so blinded by my feelings I would've noticed the not so attractive remains of a green bean stuck in between his teeth.

But hey, like the saying goes, I was looking through a pair of rose tinted glasses.

"Good. "

"Good."

Awkward silence reigned in the room.

I fidgeted slightly, feeling uncomfortable from the silence.

Searching for words to say in front of your crush is never easy. You either end up sounding like a desperate girl, or make a fool out of yourself with your attempts to impress the guy in front of you.

Seeing as I had already embarrassed myself in one day, a little more wouldn't hurt so I began the conversation.

"Well, since I have to be your girlfriend( No way do I have to be. I want to be) don't you think I should know your interests and such?"

Damian stared at me blankly.

"Really Abby? We've known each other for like ever. In fact I don't know what it is with you but today you've been acting really weird."

My heart rate sped up. Right he was my best friend so act like it.

"Well I had an embarrassing day that's all."

He smirked. "You always embarrass yourself. I find it extremely amusing.'

"So does everyone else ," I murmur under my breath.

"But it's kinda cute the way you always seem to be blushing. I swear even a tomato would be jealous of your coloring."

My eyebrow twitched.

"But then again a tomato wouldn't have brown hair they would have green if any color. Oh do you remeber when I dyed you hair green as a prank?"

My eye brow twitched again. He did not just bring that up.

"Or remember the time when you got pants in the fifth grade by Tario. Oh my gosh that was fucking hilarious. You were red for weeks. It got so bad you almost transferred elementary schools."

By now my eye brow ticked at a furious rate and my lips were pursed in anger.

"Damian Cornshaw how many times did I tell you not to bring that up?"

I finally broke out my fist clenching his shirt tightly.

"I swear if you speak about that one more time I will break your nose."

His brown eyes studied my red face closely before he began to burst out in bellowing laughter much to my confusion.

"What the hell is so funny?"

I smacked him upside the head to get him to stop his hyena laughter but it only cause him to laugh more.

Okay what had I done that caused him to laugh? Absolutely nothing. He was infuriating me.

"Sorry sorry. It's just you were being all stiff the entire day and I wanted to see my old spit fire I was so familiar with."

My anger diminished immediately at his words.

His spit fire?" I was his spit fire? Not the most charming nick name but I was happy enough to know that he still considered me as his best friend and spit fire.

I laughed with him. Finally remembering that this was my best friend. Not just my potential boyfriend.

Old memories ran through my mind and all I wanted was to know this confusing boy more. I wanted to know everything about him. But who didn't know him better than me? His best friend for life.

Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get him to fall in love with me.

7: Make Over Part One and a Boring Morning

Make Over Part One and a Boring Morning

I woke up exceptionally early as my nerves were tingling with anticipation.

And when I mean early I mean early.

I almost considered pulling an all-nighter but thought better.

Beauty sleep was something I would catch up on at any given time.

So why the hell was I sitting at our kitchen table drawing some random image?

I could be sleeping in my warm and cozy bed.

But my limbs weren't feeling heavy as they usually did in the morning.

Oh no, they were literally shaking with the jitters.

I smacked my legs and commanded them to stop shaking.

It was just Damian for goodness sake.

I think it was the prospect of getting dolled up that really excited me.

Every girl would take up the chance to look beautiful and wow the man of their dreams.

Even my tomboy self screamed with happiness at the idea.

I blame it on Disney. They brainwashed us girls at a young age that the moment we transformed into beautiful little princesses we get the man of our dreams to fall in love with us.

It was magic I tell you, sorcery.

Besides the princes just wanted to bang thy fine piece of ass with all it's riches.

I looked up at our clock for the fiftieth time. I was counting I know, I'm that desperate.

"Gah! It's only been thirty minutes," I whispered yelled.

The numbers 5:30 mocked me.

I clenched my charcoal pencil tightly.

Releasing a sigh, I glanced down at the drawing I had been absentmindedly drawing and gaped in horror.

I had subconsciously drawn Damian's grinning face.Do you know what that means! My subconscious deemed him important. Great, I was falling for him more each and every day. Just great.

I slammed my art ad closed.

Then opened it again and stared at his face. I did a good job.

I took a nervous glance around and tore the picture from the pad.

This was going under my pillow.

If Maddy or Gracie ever saw this I would be forever embarrassed. They would probably show it to Damian just for laughs.

I clutched the picture possessively to my chest.

It was mine. All mine, my precious.

Random important fact about me; I'm possessive, extremely so. Borderline Gollum possessive.

I want to call Damian my Damian but I knew he wasn't mine.... yet.

And if I couldn't have him then neither could that luring bitch Trisha.

Satisfied with my vague plans, I began to draw once more.

This time it was of us kissing. I chuckled and awwed. We looked like such a cute couple.

But that's what every girl thinks when they see a couple together. Immediate awes and ' how cute'.

In all reality we were jealous bitches wishing that we had a boyfriend and a sweet guy to be with.

I smirked humorlessly.

When that happened for me then I would give Ceaser a big, smacking, kiss on the cheek.

Meaning never happening.

Didn't mean I wouldn't try.

I would regret it if I never tried to woo Damian.

And I had promised myself when our mum had left that I would never feel regret again.

But I'm not perfect so I still feel that dreadful emotions known as regret.

But those times are few.

Right now my biggest regret was not pounding Trisha face in when she left Damian crying in my arms.

I still have a chance to bruise her pretty little face and besides, Damian went to me for comfort so I guess I could forgive her somewhat.

Didn't mean I wasn't going to pound her face in the cement. Oh no, next chance I had I would tear out those bitches fake hair extensions.

I glanced at the clock again. And grumbled.

My thoughts had lasted for a minute. One bloody minute.

Sometimes I really hated how day my imagination worked and spewed out millions of thoughts at such a fast pace.

I stood and made my way towards our fridge. I threw it open ad stared inside bored as hell.

"Are you watching TV in there?"

I jumped at the sound of my dad's voice.

I gave him a concerned frown.

"You stayed up all night working." I stated noticing the puffiness under and around his eyes.

He poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah I had several projects to work on. I was swamped with work. Still am, but not as much."

I moved over to hug him.

"Poor daddy. you should get some sleep."

His chest rumbled as he chuckled.

"I have a job Abigail. Not everyone gets the opportunity to work. In fact many don't have jobs. We're blessed."

I smiled and hugged him tighter.

I loved my dad so much. He worked so hard to be a good parent and role model for both his family and those around him.

Why my mom left him I have no idea.

He gave her everything.

She was his little ewe lamb and he was her ram.....( One of their strange nick names for each other.)

His unconditional love for he was obvious. And when my mum left , my heart stung and cried for my father who worked himself into ground trying to forget that his other half left him.

Watching him then,made my respect and love sky-rocket through the roof. If there was one person I would forever look up to it was him.

I gave him a peck on his whiskered cheek and maneuvered around him to the coffee pot.

I poured a cup and quirked an eye brow when my dad stared at me accusingly albeit in a joking manner.

"Who have you permission to drink my coffee and fifty dollar cream?"

I chuckled and grinned at him.

"No one lord Lou." It was a joke my sister mast had made that made my dad fluster each time we used it.

Ha Lord Lou.Men loved their egos boosted. My dad included.

He shook his head ,amused, before ruffling my brown locks of hair.

"I'm going to bed shortly. Be sure to tell your sisters to behave. They know what I mean. Those two together is never a good thing."

"I know Daddy, I'm the one who always witnesses their foolishness."

He gave me another hug before leaving towards his bedroom leaving me watch his back until he was out of sight.

I turned back to the kitchen and let myself snack on food out of boredom. And to think I still have six hours left to wait.

Why did I wake up so early?

Twelve o'clock finally came around and I was peering out the peep-hole in our door.

Damian said he'd be here by twelve so where is he?

Just then the doorbell rang.

I squealed behind my hand to muffle the sound before standing in front of the door.

And then I opened the door.

It was Damian this time (Thankfully Travis didn't work on Saturdays) wearing a pair of faded jeans and a checkered shirt.

"Really? Aren't you a bit old to wear that blue checkered shirt?"

He grinned melting me on the spot.

"Nope. It's been my favorite shirt and I'm not going to stop wearing it until it's too small."

I rolled my eyes.

"Well let's go. I have to be home before dark. You know the drill."

He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Really?" He said as we walked towards the garage.

"Your dad is still going on about that before dark curfew?"

I nodded my head and opened the passenger side door.

The door slammed shut and I turned to him to answer.

"Yeah. He's a smart man but sometimes he's a little over protective. Then again if I had kids I would be just as protective if not more."

The engine rumble drowned out his reply but I just smiled and nodded my head towards him.

"You didn't hear what I said did you?"

He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

My eyes widened. "What did you just say?" I asked fearing what I had agreed about.

He laughed.

"I said,' The only kids you will ever have are Ceaser's with the way your looking."

I gasped.

"You bastard!" I punched the arm that lay on the arm rest.

He only laughed harder as I had nothing more to say. Instead I sat fuming, arms crossed, and peering out the window.

How dare he? That was twice this week he commented on my looks.

I glanced down at my sweat pants and ankle high converse.

Okay so I dress blandly.

So what?

I tugged at my sweat shirt sleeve self-consciously.

Okay so I cared a little.

It was known girls are extremely self conscious about their appearance. More so than guys.

Shallow I know, but it's true. That's why girls are marketed towards with makeup,shoes( we all have a shoe addiction. Something about looking sexy in heels) clothing, ya know, the works.

The silence in the car was stifling.

And not until we arrived at the Westwood Malls did the silence break.

I stared at Damian with disbelief as we entered a spa.

"What are we doing here? " I yelled over the din of the voices.

He flashed that damning grin.

"It's the first step to your make over."

"This is going to be painful isn't it?" I asked rhetorically.

He continued to grin like the Cheshire Cat.

I slumped my shoulders and resignedly followed the lady to my doom. I had a feeling I was going to be extremely hairless and feeling like someone took a torch to my skin.

An hour later, it was as I predicted.

My eyebrows burned from the plucking,my nails were painted this obnoxious pink color, and my legs felt as hot as the wax they were bathed in.

What hurt the most though was the loss of my hard earned calluses. I worked on those things for eons and what does the lady say,"Oh very nasty".

I understand Korean ya know!

Well only tidbits.

Doesn't matter. What matters is that my calluses were stripped away by that wretched pumice stone.

I was going to beat Damian black and blue.

Black and blue I swear it.

I walked out of that nightmare with a limp to my step.

My eyebrows twitched and twinged painfully as my irritation and annoyance stepped in.

Damian stood from where he sat waiting and once glance at my miserable expression was enough to make him howl with laughter.

"One word and I will castrate you," I said between gritted teeth.

He smirked and opened his mouth.

"With a cheese shredder," I finished before he spoke

His face twisted into a grimace and immediately he placed his hands over his 'jewels'.

He sent me a sheepish smile.

Damn his smile.

"Where next?"

"Clothing store. Most definitely."

I raised my newly sculpted eyebrow at him.

"This is unbelievable. A male wants to help a girl pick out clothes?"

He shrugged nonchalantly like the world hadn't just ended.

"It's annoying as hell but because it's my wallflower I will live through the torture."

My eye twitched.

What happened to being his spitfire? I don't wanna be his wallflower. That sounds so unattractive.

I released a sigh and ignored Damian's questioning look.

We took our squeaking shoes through the mall and made our way towards a popular clothing shop.

Forever 21.

I screeched to a stop.

"Aw hell naw. There is no way I am entering that shop and trying on their clothes."

Damian laughed and shoved my shoulders forward. "You said you wanted to help me get my girlfriend back."

"Yeah but not like this! I didn't sign up for this. Do you know how expensive their clothing are? And how bare thin they are? Those clothing are for sluts and old 'wanabe young' people. I'm not old and I refuse to become a slut!"

I screamed out the last sentence and received several amused and confused glances from people as they passed by.

I gave them a tight smile before turning on Damian and lowering my voice to give him a good piece of my mind.

But the words never formed on my tongue as I was suddenly being lifted into the air..and thrown over his shoulder.

What was I? A sack of flour?

I think not!

"Damian you let me down right now. I swear I will hurt you if you don't."

He rumbled with laughter.

"Try your best sweetie. In fact I dare you to hit me. If you can actually illicit a sound of pain from me before I enter the store then I will give up on forcing you to wear Forever 21 clothing."

"And if I lose?"

I could literally hear his smirk as he replied.

"Then too bad."

Ohoo. I was so going to show him how much of a spit fire I could be. I shall not pass through those doors.

"Help rape!" I screamed.

And yelled.

And screeched.

And hollered.

And wailed...You get the point.

I did all of that until my voice was hoarse.

And did anyone help me?

Nope they just pointed and laughed. Some of the woman had the audacity to giggle behind their hands and whisper about how we were such a cute couple.

Now normally, I would be blushing under their compliments but right now I was furious. I hated being completely immobile and helpless.

Okay, so that wasn't the issue.

I had never been so humiliated in my life before.

My flat ass was in the air for the whole world to see and Damian's jean covered one was saying hello to my face.

It was a cute ass. That's all I have to say.

Don't be scared boys. Us girls like a piece of ass every once in a while.

I was being humiliated here!

I clenched my fists and raised it to his nicely muscled back. But he continued to walk towards Forever 21 not fazed a bit.

My panic started to rise as we got closer and closer to the store.

I began to punch his back with a frenzy even lashing out with my feet and hitting him once in the jaw until he wrapped his hands over my ankles securing them in place.

A smug smile covered my face. At least he would now have a bruise on his face. He deserved it.

Still, I fought and screeched like a hell cat and I think I gave him a some cuts from my newly shaped nails.

Serves him right.

But it was all in vain.

I knew it was all over when he sped up his pace.

And then I was hit with the smell of cheap perfume associated with Forever 21.

And what did I do?

Hang limply over his shoulder, my head weighing down in defeat

I was really regretting my decision...again.

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