Age is just a number, so they say.
"Get out of my damn way!" I yelled at the guy who cut me off.
He flipped me off, while screaming curses at me, and drove away. Well, isn't this a great way to start off my first day of grade twelve? This guy was really lucky that we were both in cars, or I would actually do something about the anger that was going through me. It was like they let anyone drive these days...
"What an ass," I muttered to myself, as I turned up "Lose Yourself" by Eminem. Music calmed me down, while most people seemed to do the opposite. Funny about this song is that I did lose myself, but not in the way Eminem was aiming for; I lost touch in who I really was. Yep, I was pretty depressing. At least I was honest, something I couldn't say for most people I knew.
Another thing that amused me was that people assumed I was someone completely different than who I really was. I couldn't blame them too much, though. I surprised myself too, not in a good way either. People assumed I was really happy because of the shallow things I had. They couldn't see beyond my appearance, which was a basis of dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Big deal, I didn't look original in the slightest. My father, Steven Dull, was a big time lawyer; meaning that my family had a ton of cash. People saw what I let them see, they could do with that what they will. I didn't have much time to stress over my personal issues, as I arrived at my best friend's house, Olive Simon.
What can I say about Olive? Well, she was one of the few people that pulled up with my crap since we were little kids. I saw her as my sister, but I didn't understand why we got along so well. She was all bubbly and I was moody for a good majourity of the time. I heard Olive shouting at someone, while I went inside their house.
"Can you stop treating me like a child?" Olive yelled at Dante, her father.
I took a seat and rolled my eyes, they did this every single morning.
"When you stop acting like one. Look what you're wearing, that outfit barely covers half of your body!" Dante answered in frustration.
"It covers the important parts," Olive defended, rolling her eyes. "Get with the modern times, Dad!"
"Barely. And why do you want to objectify yourself like this? Are you dressing like this to get a boys attention? If you are, it's the wrong way to do it," Dante said, while taking a sip of his coffee. "Guys should love you for who you are, not just what you look like in shorts."
"What do you think?" Olive turned to me, clearly wanting me to lie. "I mean, isn't my father being unfair?"
I wanted to back Olive up, but I hated what she was wearing. She was wearing shorts so short that if she bent down, you would see a good amount of her bum. Her skin-tight tank top showed a lot of her stomach and too much clevage. I wanted to defend her, however, I didn't want the male population at our school to gawk at her the whole day; it was disturbing. Then an idea clicked.
Maybe I could stop them from this petty argument. "Why don't you wear those white skinny jeans and that black leather jacket you bought a few days ago?" I asked, hopeful that she would agree. "It looks really nice on you!"
A smile lit up her face. "That would be such a cute outfit, I'll be right back." She ran upstairs in complete delight.
"Thanks, Chantel. I owe you one," Dante said, as he handed me half his bagel. "I don't know what to do with her sometimes. Being a father to a teenage daughter is not easy, I'll tell you that much."
"It's no problem, Mr. Simon. I don't like her dressing like that, it brings too much attention," I said, while I took a big bite of my bagel.
"Good and don't call me by my last name, it makes me feel ancient." He smiled, looking relieved.
"You're not that old, though. What are you now, twenty-nine-years-old?" I smiled back.
"Very funny, but I just turned forty. I am thankful that I don't look my age, though," he remarked, as he glanced down at his watch. "When you're my age, the last thing you want is to look it."
I bet his wife, Mary Simon, was grateful for that too. Dante looked about six years younger than what he truly was. I will admit that I did find him attractive. His black hair wasn't falling out anytime soon, he was fit; which he owed to working out and healthy eating. His tallness made him have a masculine appeal, and his brown eyes were as bright with life as ever. I did have a crush on Dante, but most of Olive's female friend's did, so it wasn't really a big deal. And it wasn't like I told anyone, somethings are better left a secret...
"Chantel, you okay?" Dante asked me, as he nudged me slighty on my arm. "You look like your minds is somewhere far away."
Shit, I was staring. "Yeah, just thinking."
"Don't I look cute?" Olive asked us, while she strutted down the kitchen.
I didn't care if Olive looked like a horses face, she saved Dante and I from having an awkward silence. I hated awkward silences, despised them.
"You look great, can we go now?" I asked, noticing we didn't have much time until school started.
"Fine. I'll see you later, Dad," Olive said, as she pecked him on the cheek.
"You two have fun," he smiled.
"Not likely," Olive muttered, while we headed in my car.
"Why are you upset?" Olive suddenly asked, her eyes suspicious.
I frowned. "How do you know that I'm upset?"
"I've known you for my whole life. I can see past your disguise by now. Spill it, Chantel," she ordered in a playful tone.
I gave in. " Jeremy's been ignoring me."
"Again? Didn't he learn his lesson the last time when you slapped him for doing that?" she asked, laughing at the memory.
I sighed in frustration. "I guess not, but he will this time."
Author's note; first I want to say thank you for those who read this first chapter. Secondly, this is my fourth novel on Booksie; I'm really happy. I hope you enjoy this...this is my favourite novel I've written so far. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading. Next chapter is coming up very soon :D