(BACKGROUND: Demi happens to crash twice into a new hot guy named Eric Renaldo, and at hometime rides in his Ferrari to her home, as she goes inside she wonders why Eric's not leaving)
A crashing sound and the Ferrari is gone. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair, wondering how rich Eric was....seriously, you couldn't buy Ferrari with a medium pay could you? But still.....I RODE IN A FERRARI!!!!
The thrill did not seem to lighten anyhow and just out of my sheer happiness, I jumped into air.
"What was that?"
I froze in mid jump and as usual hit my head on the ground. Great. First time I happen to jump out of excitement on a Monday afternoon and all that happens is that my mom is watching. Bloody Great.
I looked up at her from my undignified falling position and her peppermint perfume caught my senses, Man! I've got to find that one, I vowed to myself as I got myself up.
"Um, nothing", I replied hoping my lieing abilities have gotten better over the weekend. So much to hope, eh?
She eyed me doubtfully. It was evident she didn't believe me. What about "she"? Nobody ever believes me since I am the youngest member of my family and have to endure "awww cutey" behaviour all the time. Come on! is everyone ever gonna realize I'm 16 and not 5?
"I don't see you jumping everyday, or maybe you joined a basketball team?"
I grimaced. Basketball. Football. Netball.
Not to sound too "girly" (which I probably don't) but I hate sports even more than guys. I mean, what the heck? what's the meaning of running behind a brown ball which is just worth a few dollars? All the players keep running behind the ball and shouting frustratedly but no one thinks to buy their own ball. Stupid, really. I'm a genius, ain't I?
Noticing my mother's expression, probably not.
"Alright. A guy just dropped me here", I said keeping the Ferrari bit to myself. After all, it was kind of private, right?
Mom raised one eyebrow in surprise.
I could almost see her thoughts "Guy? dropped you? ok, so you finally got a boyfriend? Oh dear, your dad will be so happy", I read her face like her hazel eyes and blonde hair were transparent.
"So....Demi finally got a boyfriend?", she asked in interest.
"No! just.....just a friend", I replied in haste.
Before she could do more interrogations, I picked up my bag (which was very light since accoding to Monday routine, I had managed to forget most of my books at home) and climbed upstairs saying "I'll come downstairs afterwards to have lunch!".
Phew, I thought as I threw my bag carelessly over the red carpet and slumped down upon my bed. Why does everyone has to be so concerned about me getting a boyfriend? I really could handle everything on my own, but even as I thought this, I knew why.
I had just faced the very first breakup of my life two months ago, and since then I had lost my "normal interesr in guys" (as my brother calls it). Well, Jake and I had gotten together at the very start of the year, infact at the night of New Year when he had told me how he felt about me (or maybe how I thought he felt, I corrected myself bitterly). We had been working together for a science project and I felt myself falling to him (my life's biggest mistake) but who, I ask, who could resist the unbelieveable depth of those large bright green eyes and the blackness of those dark hair? or the charm he always seemed to possess no matter how awkward the situation was?
Anyway, I saw him kissing Arina (my snobby class fellow, ugh I hate her) at the back of library. I had shouted at him for minutes and spent many days locked up in my room, wishing I could just disappear somewhere. Atleast, I had thought, he could've chosen a more private place.... and the news of break up had taken the whole school in frenzy like a wildfire in forest and before I knew I found my cell overflowing with messages like
"Oh I just came to know about Jake and you. I'm so sorry, Demi. I heard he cheated on you?" "Oh God, did you punch him in face?" "It was all for the best, I'm sure you'll find someone better"
Those type of texts had made my life a living hell, none of those chicks REALLY cared about the break up, they were only interested in the "this and that"gossip and acted like they couldn't care more (yeah they really couldn't). Natalie had spent three whole weeks consoling me about the break up and FINALLY, I had gotten over it but that doesn't mean I don't feel a pang now whenever I see him with his new girlfriend (he broke up with Arina a week after "our" breakup and she was good enough to blame me).
I sighed as I noticed my watch tick over at 3:30 . Bloody hell, I thought as I realised that I had spent a whole hour literally sympathising myself. Well, Jake could go to hell! I say to myself as I ran inside the bathroom to get a bath (I get two baths everyday, thankfully I'm not like Enid who looks like he lives in some famine stricken country and smells really bad).
I had lunch after my hot bath (ahhh .... hang on!!!! not "that one" hot I mean the hot water one ) and trotted away to meet Chris for our songwriting stuff. I don't own a guitar but I have a knack on playing it and hopefully I'll get one by the end of the year. Luckily, Chris has two guitars in his home, one of his brother who's very nice to lend me. I hummed a light tune as I knocked at his door.
"Hey Demi! I was waitin' for ya", he said as he pulled me inside and after a hurried "hello mam how d'you do?", to his mother, we went to his room which was as usual brilliantly messy.
"You've got to clean up sometime ", I said as I observed half a bar of wasted chocolate sticking to the carpet. Eugh.
"Forget it, come on, let's work on that song again"
Chris and music, I thought as I picked up the guitar lying ready on his "never made" bed.
I gave it a testy strum. Hmm, tasty .
He handed me a paper.
"Here, check out these lyrics"
I read them through. They seemed to hold some power but no rhyming. For the next two hours, we tried to make them rhyme and play the guitars but it was hopeless, I had thought as I had gone back home.
The rest of evening I spent memorising my French test, which thankfully proved as much "un memorisable" as possible.
The next excitement didn't come until midnight. I heard my cell buzz and indignantly opened it. It was Natalie.
"What?", I texted back.
"ALAN ASKED ME OUT!", her text was quick, mind you.
Woa, I said to myself. Alan.....alan......my brother alan!!!!! the so called dude who was never attracted to girls (or so he claimed). I dashed to his room without replying Natalie and banged his door open.
"What?", he asked innocently. I grinned.
"You asked Natalie out"
I punched him hard on the arm.
"You could've told me"
"You were studying"
"Tell me first next time"
I chuckled as I went back to my room. He was 17, a year older than me, and A LOT cooler than me. Cuter than me too. He had blonde hair (ahhh) , dark grey eyes and brilliant charming skills.
I went to sleep at 1:00 a.m. after my excitement wore out by millimeters.