"You have a crush?!" Alexis squeals hugging me as she jumps up and down. As she's hugging me and jumping around, I'm also bouncing up and down like a ping pong ball along with her.

"Ah," I groan as I try to push her away, "Alexis! You're making me nauseas!"

She reluctantly steps away but doesn't stop her jumping. Sam sighs looking at her hopelessly, "Please wear a bra when you're jumping around like that. No one wants to see your jewels bouncing like tennis balls."

Alexis glares at her as she flips down onto her bed. "Who bloody asked you to look?"

"Its kinda hard to ignore."

We're currently having a sleepover at Alexis' house. Ever since I arrived in junior year, it has been a tradition of ours to have a sleepover every week on Wednesday--I have no idea why we chose a school night--taking turns at each others house. Though, we had never been to Sam's house. At first, whenever we wanted to go she'd always find some way to distract the conversation or tell us that her house was under construction. Not realising how a house can be under construction two years in a row.

Eventually we dropped the topic and settled to having sleepovers in only Alexis', Chloe's and my house.

Alexis' sighs sadly as she pops a candy in her mouth. "Such a shame Chloe couldn't come."

"I think she got lucky," Sam says rolling her eyes at the movie we are watching. "I mean, who the hell would want to watch The Notebook? Fucking cheese makes me so nauseous!"

Alexis and I gasp extra dramatically. "How dare you!"

"Oh yes bitch." Sam stands up putting her hands on her hip. "I so went there."

Alexis gasps as she also stands up. "Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" Then she flips her hair over her shoulder and flicks her nose acting like the typical high school cheerleader and speaks in a high pitched voice, "I could ruin your life in the snap of my fingers! So bow down and lick my legs. Cause that's what you just are to someone high and mighty as me! The foot licker!"

We burst into laughter and plop down on the floor together where a makeshift bed is made by blankets and cushions.

With Sam grumbling about lovers, love and how she hated Mason--How does those three get mixed together?-- and Alexis' sighing gleefully and occasionally crying, I slowly drift into sleep.

----------------------------------------------------

"Hurry up! Hurry the hell up bitches! We're half an hour late for school!" I jolt awake by Alexis' screaming and my eyes widen when they fall on the clock.

Oh, shit.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Sam yells as she jumps around the room trying to fit into her jeans. Halfway through it, she realizes it's actually a shirt that's around her ankles and another strings of curse rolls out of her mouth.

Alexis is in no better state either. She's frantically applying makeup and trying to get herself shoved in a too tight skirt at the same time. I seriously advise you against it because she almost pokes her eye out with the mascara.

And me?

I jump up and almost fly into the bathroom. I take the shortest shower of my life and throw a pair of baggy jeans and tee shirt and run out. But now, I see Sam with her jeans around her head--apparently she mistook it for her shirt this time--and Alexis applying mascara on her lips. Apparently she mistook it as her lipstick.

And apparently I have a bunch of hooligans as my best friends.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, I turn to Alexis as she desperately tries to clean up her lips without messing up her make-up and slam a wet tissue on her face yelling, "Oh suck it up for God's sake! Dylan's not going to love you any less of he sees you without make-up for one day!"

Then I jump over to Sam and pull the jeans off her head. She flashes me a grateful smile that is quickly smacked off when I throw a shirt at her yelling, "Hurry the hell up!"

We almost fly down the stairs and grab the three apples that were sitting on the table. I send a silent thank you to Alexis' mom who's apparently used to this routine of ours. Because whenever we have a sleepover we always end up being late for at least half an hour no matter how many alarms we set up. We rush into Alexis' blue Range Rover and she slams on the accelerator even before I have the chance to close the door.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" I chant from the back seat as we race through the traffic.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I'm trying to keep us alive and out of detention!" She snaps as she turns a dangerous corner.

"Oh you shut up!" Sam yells from the passenger seat, "It's your fucking fault we're late! Notebook this, Notebook that! If it weren't for you keeping us up till 3 am we wouldn't have been this late!"

"Hey! Who the hell asked you to stay awake and watch?" I snap, "We would've been better off without your constant complaints!"

This time it was Alexis' shout, "You bloody shut up! Are you so deaf that you couldn't even hear 5 fucking alarm clocks?"

"You were in the room too!" Sam grunts. We fall in a screaming match as the car swerves around, not realizing that we're both defending and insulting each other at the same time.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you-

My friends.

As the car halts to a stop, we jump out racing to the school. We run around the empty hallways like madwomen and rush off to our math class. Which coincidentally was the only class we all had together along with Chloe.

Sam almost kicks down the door to the classroom. The whole room is filled with slack jawed students as they stare at three panting girls with wild messy hair.

"Did you just had a threesome?"

Sam snaps her head towards Mason who was sitting at the back of the class and growls at him, "Go fuck yourse-"

"Language Ms. Daniels!" Our Math teacher Mrs. Walter glares, finally being able to snap out her daze.

Sam completes the curse under her breath and gives a sickly sweet smile to her. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Walter. It'll never happen again."

She narrows her eyes at each one of us. "It better not! First you come late then you start throwing filthy words around? What are you? Five?"

A five year old wouldn't even be able to pronounce half the words Sam speaks on a daily basis.

Snickers and chuckles break out and I notice Chloe trying to hold in her laughter. I glare at her which makes her burst out in a fit of giggles.

"We're really sorry! We were doing a school project together yesterday night at my house and overslept. It'll never happen again. I promise!" Alexis lies fluently.

Mrs. Walters eyes soften slightly as they lay upon her. I can't blame her. She's the head cheerleader and captain of the girls volleyball team. The golden face of our school.

Mrs. Walters sighs pushing her glasses up her nose. "Okay...If you say so. But only this time. If it ever happens again you're getting two weeks of detention,"

She narrows her eyes pointedly at Sam. I nudge her and she mutters a sorry still glaring at Mason.

We begin to walk towards our seats but Mrs. Walter stops me.

"Ah ah ah," she narrows her eyes at me, "Not you Ms. Farrow. You're having a detention."

I gape at her.

Did she just...?

"What?!" My jaw falls open, "Why me? They all got off the hook so why not me?"

She pointedly looks at me, "Did you forget you were late to my class yesterday too?"

"But that was because--"

Because I was too sleepy from reading stories till 3 am on Wattpad and fell asleep in the cafeteria. And of course, my lovely-greatest friends thought it'd be funny to let me sleep through our next class.

"And also the day before?"

"But--"

Please go back and read the same words again.

"No buts." She hands me a detention slip and says, "You're lucky you're getting detention for just one day. Normally it'd have been a week."

She almost shoves me towards my seat with me still looking at the slip in my hand with a WTF expressions.

And of course, my lovable most helpful friends burst out in giggles and snickers.

Oh joy.

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I sigh as I look at the sky. It has been cloudy since morning but now it looks like there's going to be a tornado at any second.

I love rain. Water droplets running down my face and cold wind blowing through my hair always cheers me up.

But right now, standing at the gate of an empty school--janitors and pedophiles not counting--with no car, since we brought Alexis' car this morning and how thoughtful of her to not wait for me, and of course no money for even a bus, I don't like the rain that much.

"How great of Mrs. Walters to give me detention! And how wonderful of my friends to wait for me! And absolutely fantastic for me to forget to bring money! Just great!" I grumble as I walk down the half empty footpath.

People are hurrying into their homes. And it's getting dark even though it's just around 5 o'clock. I quicken my steps muttering a few curses.

Just then the first stop of rain falls on my head.

And after that it's chaos.

The wind is so strong that it feels like I would be flying even better than superman if I don't hold on. Sharp drops of rain falls like needles on my skin. The thin shirt and jeans that I carelessly threw on today seems to offer little to nothing help on keeping me warm. Slinging my bag over my head I run around frantically looking for a shelter. Though I doubt it'd make much of a difference now when I'm soaked from head to toe like this.

But luck really hates me today. No shops, no cafés. Nothing! I can't even seem to find a bloody bus stop!

Then my eyes fall on it. It's a run down looking tattoo parlour. How do I know this? Simple. Because there's a spray paint on its wall which says 'FUCKING GREATEST TATTOOS!'

Not the best but it'll have to for now. Besides I don't plan on getting inside. I'll just stand in its shade until the rain thins out.

Great Lisa, just believe some random crackpot's writing, will you?

I make a dash for it but suddenly stop when I hear a soft meow.

My heart shatters when I see a small white cat, no older than a month, cuddled up inside a box on the side of the road. It's shivering in cold and wailing soft cries. Too tired to even move perhaps.

Who the fuck would leave such a gentle little thing all the way out here?

I don't even hesitate slightly as I pick it up. It instantly cuddles into my chest seeking warmth.

Then I dash for the shade. After having a break from the needles prickling my back, I shake my hair around to get it to dry somehow. While holding the cat in one hand, I run my fingers through the hair to get the frizzles out. It...She, after I check the gender, is too weak to even raise her head and just sinks more into my chest. I have no doubt of I had left it for just a minute out there it would have died.

Then my head snaps up as the door to the shop screeches open. You know the eerie sound in every horror movie the door makes before the girl is killed? Yes, that's the sound the door makes as it slowly opens.

But thankfully instead of a headless zombie a man steps out of it. I thought it was a run down shop. Apparently I was wrong.

My eyes widen in recognition as I take in his form.

"Ryder?"

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