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JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Long Talk

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"I'll leave you two alone. But don't talk too long, 'kay?" Amanda smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm really sorry about the crash." he said while helping me to pick up my books. "I'm --"

"Kevin Gray the Great," I interrupted. "And I'm --"

"Whitney Clinton the Vice President of Drama Club." he smiled.

I creased my brow. "You know me?"

"'Course. You're the girl who acted as Juliet in the school's play last Fall." he answered. "But soft what light through yonder breaks wind. Great stuff, great stuff."

I chuckled. "That's right! I'm the girl! I LOVE that story! William Shakespeare is a genius!"

"Yeah, but it's not my kind of stuff." he shrugged.

"Oh yeah! Basketball, parties, girls..." I said, matter-of-factly.

"Wait, what do you mean?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Not my kind of stuff. I gotta go. Don't wanna be late for class." I forced a smile and started to walk away.

"Hold on there! What's up with the mood?" he asked, shaking his head with confusion.

I turned around. "I don't know. Just trying to make things easier for you, I guess. You're Kevin Gray the Somebody and I'm Whitney Clinton the Nobody."

"Come on, don't say that. You were Juliet in the play!" he said.

"Puh-lease. No one ever shows up for the school play." I sneered. "Look, I don't want to waste my time and yours, so why don't you just stop this stupid charade like you care who I am and just let me go to class peacefully." I smiled with bitter scorn.

"Oh, I get it! You think I'm the kind of guy who ONLY talks to dumb blondes! Just for the record, that is the stupid charade you're talking about! Not this!" he said, his tone five decibels higher. Obviously annoyed with my assumption, he probably get that a lot.

"Really? Prove it, Mr Popular!" I challenged, but with a slightly gentle tone. Then, looking into his mesmerizing blue eyes, I smiled. I could see nothing but pure honesty.

"You know, you've got a pretty smile." he said, flashing his oh-so-hot smile.

"Gee, thanks! How intelligent of you to say something nice about me after a little heated arguement. Now, I have to forgive you." I smiled sarcastically, but dropped the sarcasm when I realized he was actually being honest. "I'm sorry, I'm a jerk."

"Nah, I'm sorry too. For raising my voice." he tucked his mushy brown hair behind his ear.

"Why do we keep apologizing today?" I chuckled.

He laughed sheepishly.

"You're not much like the others, huh? You're actually nice." I admitted.

"Haha, yeah. I guess?" he blushed. Wow! I, Whitney Cliton, made Kevin Gray, blush? "Tell you what? Why don't I pick you up tonight at 7, and we'll have dinner. And you'll find that there's a lot more about me that this world doesn't know about."

"What are you two STILL doing out here? 2 hours of detention after school!" Principal Higgins ordered. "What are you still waiting for? Christmas?! GO BACK TO CLASS!"

"Sorry, ma'am." I quickly made my way to class.

"Wait, is that a yes?" he asked suddenly.

"See you at 7!" I replied, hiding my smile.

Sure, I had detention to serve after class. But after all, it's worth it.

JOANNA

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WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 4 - A Twist in Nightmare

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In the car...

"Good morning Mrs Jonathan..." Christabella greeted.

"Happy birthday, Christabella!" Mrs Jonathan chirped. "It's your engagement day, isn't it? Lovely day huh?"

Zephyr rolled his eyes. Christabella blushed... Oh my GOD! Christabella thought. Mrs Jonathan don't get started again...

"Andrew, you better take care of her in the school! Don't let her get bullied and you don't bully her either! Do you understand?" Mrs Jonathan told Zephyr and gave Christabella a wink. Christabella shuddered. She felt really awkward.

"Mmm... what if I get bullied? She'll come save me?" Zephyr mumbled. Christabella blushed more.

The car came to a halt in front of the school.

"Alright! Get out! Go on! Quick!" Mrs Jonathan ushered. "You're both late..."

"All because of Christabella!" Andrew hissed.

Christabella gave him the look that says 'shut up! Or else...' but Andrew just pretended that he didn't see that.

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In school hallway...

"Miss Mitchell and Mr Jonathan! Why aren't both of you in your respective classes? Dating in school's hallway is not a reason to be late! I know you're both getting engaged tonight. But school rules are school rules! Detention during recess and by the way happy birthday Miss Mitchell and happy engagement day to both of you! Now go on!" Mrs Sasatricks' voice boomed yet her face shows no emotion whatsoever.

Uh! Sometimes I wonder why Mrs Sasatricks can't spare me of my already miserable life. AND it has to be on my sweet sixteen birthday! Now, that just sucks! Big time!!! How very nice of her. Pfft! Yeah right, now tell me about staying at home on your sixteenth birthday. I mean, don't they always do that? Skip school for the day, get high with your friends ( I mean in a positive way) and/or sleep the whole day off like nobody's business! Now, that sound like a plan to me! WOhoo! I love my plan! That's just go genius of me! Oh look! I am crapping to my innerself again! So don't mind me! Now shoo shoo!

"Oooii retard!" now that annoying voice snapped me out of daydream. "Don't you wanna start moving before Mrs Sasatricks gives us another detention?" Zephyr hissed. I gave Zephyr a killer look. With our shoulders slumped and our heart threatening to lash out at each other like a cat fight, we walked to our class.

"All your fault! Retard!" Zephyr whispered angrily.

"No it's not!" I whispered back loudly.

"Walk faster!" we both winced at the booming voice. She could be a loudspeaker, she could just get a living from being a street human-loudspeaker advertiser, if you know what I mean. "You're already late and you are still taking your own sweet time?"

We both ran to our class. Oh well, that woman just love to see us kids/teenagers/whatever to run away, scared. That mean old woman witch! Argh!

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"Catch you in the gym, Zebra!" Mike said. Mike is Zephyr's best buddy. Don't ask me why he calls him Zebra, because I have no idea why.

"Can't, caught late for class with retard! Have got myself into detention..." Zephyr replied. Hah! If only I was physically there, he'd have died of strangulation! With my, uh huh *nods*, wrestlers' arms (just a metaphor, I love to daydream) he'd be left with no chance! No chance at all!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *coughs* *coughs*... uh... excuse me... still gotta work on the evil laugh. Anyway...

"Wow! Zebra in detention? That's so... out of mind dude! Gosh! Girls are so troublesome!" Mike sighed. Oh, I can imagine if any girls heard that at all. He'd be dead in no less than a nano-second! Well, just for your information guys out there, just be careful when you try to put 'troublesome' and 'girls' in the same sentence. Just hope there aren't any girls in earshot or else...

Suddenly, there was a loud metal drumming sound at the other end of the hallway.

"OUCH!" I said. Owh that's me... now lemme continue with the story.

"I heard you're going to be engaged tonight. To Zephyr? How can that happen? He's mine!!! MINE!!!" she screamed. "How can he likes you? He doesn't like you! What does his parents see in you? You're a psycho!" she cries in a really dramatically bimbo way. "Psycho!" her parrots parroted. Embarrassing really. She looked like she desperately need a facial emotion make over. With her nose scrunched up, lips down at both ends and trembling and bloodshot eyes that look like they might spill tears any second now, come to think of that! She's not THAT pretty...

She's Catherine, the Bimbo. The Queen Bee. The Drama Queen. Whatever you want to call her, I prefer the Bimbo, thank you.

"You're not pretty, rich nor clever! You're stupid! All you do is play that thing where you throw some dumb balls into baskets! You're useless! Idiot!" she cried, her hand making a beeline for my hair. Students were already crowding around us and someone shouted, "Ooo! Look! Cat fight!" and everyone came rushing over like some hungry elephants, to take a look at me getting bashed up like a pulp. I'm not gonna survive this. I closed my eyes hard.

That's the thing with high school... no one ever comes to save you from getting bashed. No one goes running to the teachers and go "Teacher teacher teacher! Catherine is bashing Christabella up!" Nope, they just crowd around and witness the wrestle.

"Uh... that's called basketball... just in case you don't know... hehe," I said, giving a nervous laugh. Then angrily, she pulled my hair so hard it felt like as if she's trying to pull every each strand of my hair out and my head when with it and hit it hard against the locker.

"Owww! Let go!" I howled. I felt a bit dizzy by now. So much of drama. And pain. I think I'm gonna black out anytime now.

"Let her go," I heard a cold voice said. Zephyr.

"Zephyr?" Catherine said, letting go of my hair. "I didn't mean to hurt her, I just want to let her know that she's not good enough for you..." she said with an innocent, puppy dog eyes. Eww *goosebumps rising*...

"You're no better," Zephyr said coldly.

"What?! I know she made you do that engagement thing! You don't want it! I know you don't want it! You don't have to force yourself! You can cancel it!" Catherine said, on the verge of crying.

"It's an arranged engagement, I can't do anything... and I can live with her..." Zephyr said, still with his emotionless face. It's like his face muscle never moves. The crowds when 'ooo'...

The Bimbo's tears spilled, "You don't know what you are saying!" she screamed, oh! Ever so dramatically! She shook her head and cried uncontrollably. I hope her neck can take the shaking. It looks like it's gonna break. But then again, her head must be light because of the lack of brains.

"I. Love. Her." Zephyr said. Still no emotion. Everyone was like, GASP!!! I was shocked of course! I mean him saying that in front of everyone? That's so not him... and he is turning to me! Turning and he... gave me a frown and rolls his eyes... *frowns with disappointment* oh well, reality check, it's still him.

"Urgh!" Catherine grunted like some kind of hungry beast and turned on her heels and walked off with her parrots following her.

I was still surprised though. I was just sitting there like a lifeless dummy (what am I saying? Dummies ARE lifeless!) not knowing what to do next... Zephyr turned back to me and the crowds cheered.

"You fine?" he asked.

I can't find the words to say. I mean, no wait, I KNOW what to say. I just forgot how to talk for a second... I FORGOT how to talk... I think I hit my head too hard just now.

"Yeah..." I managed to say at last.

"Let me help you..." he held out his hand. Oh my God! I must be dreaming! That's not him!!! I took it and he pulled me up with a really effortless tug.

"Let's go... we're late for detention! Because of you! Again!" Zephyr said. The crowd was thinning.

I don't care. Was it true? What he said? He was still holding my hand and running to the class. I'm never gonna wash my left hand ever again! Ah, just kidding...

WEINI

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JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Letter

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"Applicants must send in an original essay about 'Biodiversity', closing date is the 25th of November, 2010. Any essays received after the date will not be considered." Colin read out the letter I received from the University of New South Wales, Australia.

"Oh, come on! Easy peasy! Nothing too big for my man, Kevin!" Sean laid his hand around my shoulder while rubbing my head with his other free hand.

"Yeah, yeah!" I shrugged it off.

Will it really be that easy peasy for me - Kevin Gray, to get in? Do I even want to get in? It's ironic that all these years of being so-called 'busy' with basketball, studies and scholarships are finally coming to an end. Graduation is coming soon and my schooling days will be officially over. Suddenly, school counsellors and even Principal Higgins are talking about career choices and different paths that different individuals take. Are they really that concerned with our decisions or are they just hyped up that another badge of students are going to leave the school?

"So, who are you gonna bring to the prom?" Luke suddenly asked.

Right, prom. I rolled my eyes.

Another thing on my list of things to get so-called busy with before graduation. My mom has been fussing over prom eversince the starting of my senior year. She even got my tux ready! But I don't even know if I'm going. It's not like I have someone special to bring with me.

"I have my eyes set on Felicia." Sean said while pointing to a tanned, wavy-haired brunette. She was tall, slim and had a figure that guys drool over. She had a sharp jawline and a pair of adorable dimples. Her eyes were a mesmerizing dark brown. A slender figure plus a breathtaking face makes up one sophisticated Latin beauty. Too sophisticated for the laid-back Sean.

"I've written my speech. Now, I'm working on my intonation. Hopefully, I'll be able to ask her by the end of this week." Sean grinned.

"Well, good luck on that! I'm bringing my girlfriend - Tiffany!" Luke said, with a slight hint of pride.

"Whoa, man! Girlfriend? Since when?" Colin asked.

"Since our first kiss on our first date!" Luke announced, this time, full with pride. Luke can be a snob sometimes. "But enough about me and my date. So Kevin, who's your lucky girl?"

"I don't know. No specifics yet." I answered half-heartedly.

"Yet?" Colin asked, his voice an octave higher, edged with suspicion.

"Nah, I might not even go if I don't find the right one." I said.

"Dude, it's prom! It's your senior year! Any girl would want to go out with you!" Sean exclaimed. "Right, Pamela?" he said while tugging a blonde girl who waved flirtatiously at me.

"Nah, he's joking." I told that Pamela girl before she gets her hopes TOO high. I turned to face them and tried to explain. "I don't just wanna go out with any girl. I want to go out with the girl! Someone who doesn't judge me for my exterior looks and achievements. Someone who sees me for me! A spontaneous, funny, outgoing and genuine girl!"

"I don't know, man! Sounds pretty hard to find someone like that --" Luke shrugged.

"Kev, look out!" Colin yelled suddenly.

Too late. I crashed into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! My fault for standing in the middle of the hallway!" she apologized immediately.

"No, no! My fault for walking backwards!" I apologized too.

And then, for no apparent reason, we both burst out into laughter.

"Someone like her." Colin said.

JOANNA

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JOANNA - This L.O.V.E ~ L - Loyalty

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"Dude, she's at her locker talking to Amanda. Now's our chance to impress both our ladies!" the ever-cheerful Wade chirped while tugging my shirt.

"What?! No!! You remember the last time I tried to talk to her? A fly almost flew into my mouth! That was embarassing!" I shook my head as if to shake off that horrifying thought. Too late, it's already in my brain.

"I can't risk humiliating myself again!" I said.

"Come on, Jeremy! That was last Summer. Besides, you learn from mistakes. So this time, just try to remember to say something after you open your mouth." he patted my shoulder and gave me a light push as if to boost my confidence level.

"Quit pushing me, man! I'm not ready!" I shrugged, trying to make my way to class as hurriedly as possible.

"Then when will you be ready? You've been crushing on that girl since third grade! And we're gonna be seniors next year! It's about time. People are already placing bets on whether you'll still love her next year. You can't afford to be girlfriend-less on your senior year, right? Dude, I know that it's time..." his voice trailed off in a dramatic way and I was left alone.

"Man, I hate it when he's right..." I told myself.

"Wait, what about Amanda?" he must have forgot that it was our chance to impress both our ladies. Besides, I would need a little help trying to get my grammar straight. I turned around but he had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, watch it!" I turned back but collided with someone.

"Oh! It's you, Jeremy! You know, this is the hallway where everyone moves. If not, you might just knock into someone, just like what you did to me!" Amanda babbled.

Time froze.

"I could use an apology here, Jeremy! Hello??" Amanda continued babbling. But her incessant babbling became incoherent murmurings; I could feel my brain not receiving the nerve impulses from the receptors; my senses losing control of what they were created for; my hands stiffened; I held my breath. Everything within a ten-feet radius started to blur out from my sight, everything except for that radiating light around her.

She was in front of me.

"JEREMY!!!" Amanda hollered.

Reality checks back into me.

"We all know that you're in love with my best friend, but do you have to do that dopey look in front of us?!" Amanda whined.

I lifted my shoulders, not once averting my gaze from that beauty.

She smiled.

"There you go again! Come on, let's go! It's no point asking for an apology from a love-sick do-do head!" Amanda stomped her feet and marched off.

She looked at me apologetically, flashed her million-dollar smile and followed behind the angry Amanda, who I think will not talk to me for the rest of the day.

If I die today, I swear I'll die a happy man.

JOANNA

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JOANNA - This L.O.V.E - Introduction

Her name is Whitney. She is a small town girl with BIG dreams. A high-school girl who dreams to be on EVERY silver screen, who aspires to have her OWN fashion line, who hopes to have as MANY best-selling books as possible. She wants to be like her three idols - Jessica Alba, for her stunning looks and outstanding performances she gives every time on set; Victoria Beckham, for launching her own fashion line whilst being the famous footballer's wife; Stephenie Meyer, for her out-of-this-world Twilight Saga which is now a big motion picture. All three of them morphed to make one extraordinary Whitney Clinton! Unfortunately, her friends, and even family, would often discourage her big ambitions because in the small town of Minnesota, dreams like that would often end up shattered and crushed heartlessly. But with sheer determination and perseverance, she believes that ANY ordinary town girl can achieve such a dream! Silently, she fantasizes that her friends will be working for her one day...

His name is Jeremy. He has a VERY complex History of his parental heritage which would sometimes, make him confused too. But at first glance, he looks just like an average black kid. Dark skin, an okay height, curly-haired, brown eyes, broad shoulders... Not the kind of guy every girl would die for, but he's still charming in his own way. His mom, Mrs Thompson who is of Portugese, Chinese and Italian heritage would joke about her husband, of South African and Indian heritage, for being too dark and having stronger genes and therefore Jeremy and his siblings are so dark. And maybe that's why Mrs Thompson assumed is the reason as to why Jeremy NEVER brings back a girl. But in actual fact, the ONLY girl he wants to bring back home is the girl he's been crushing on eversince elementary school. Maybe, just maybe, his mother's wish will come true one day.

Enter the other fella.

His name is Kevin. He is just like every high school jock - Handsome looks, great personality, perfectly toned and muscled body, excelled in both studies and sports, has his little clique of friends... Just like that Troy Bolton in High School Musical. Except that Kevin has two left feet. Now, Kevin Gray IS the kind of guy EVERY girl would die for. What do you expect when you're Mr Popular? Everyone expects the best of everything from you. When you don't, they judge you for your own failures, immediately forgetting all the achievements that you've achieved, and suddenly you're not Mr Popular anymore. Maybe that's why he doesn't really trust his little clique of friends, because some of them are not trustworthy. Sometimes, he just wished that he can stop being the 'It' guy and let someone else be in the limelight. Is he asking for too much?

The world keeps spinning. And so does this love.

JOANNA

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WEINI - I Love Him Not - Chapter 3 - Nightmare

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'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' the digital alarm clock went off.

Christabella grunted and hit the snooze button and went back to sleep.

Fifteen minutes later...
'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!' the digital alarm clock went off again.

"Urgh! Shut up!" Christabella groaned. "Hmm..." she sat up on her bed, half asleep. Ahh... her bed is so warm, inviting, tempting her back to Slumberland. Christabella glanced at the digital clock and gasped. "Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" she scrambled out of bed and tripped on her blanket and went, "OMIGOD!" and went flat-faced on the floor.

"Great! I woke up literally on the wrong side of bed and I'm late! What a gr-eat way to start a superb day! All thanks to the cursed engagement! Argh!" she mumbled to herself while making her bed.

"Wait! I should be happy. I am getting engaged to Zephyr! Hello!? Zephyr? Oh yes, I should be happy..." she said dreamily to herself. Then suddenly, she snapped out of it, "Oh no! I am late and sixteen and going-to-be engaged. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY. SHOULD. NOT. BE. HAPPY."

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"Rrrrinnng!!!" the school bell that indicates the first period of a school day.

"Oh no! That didn't sound good. No, I surely don't like the sound of that when I am late! Where is everyone? Oh yeah! In the class of course! Gosh! Please let this be a NIGHTMARE! Please!" I thought to myself as I run towards the school's gate down the corridor.

"Miss Mitchell! Why aren't you in your class?" a familiar voice asked filled with sarcasm. "Was your alarm 'dead' or did it vibrated too much it 'commited suicide' from your table again?" that voice asks.

I honestly, do NOT like that voice. That voice tortures me even in my sleep, in my dream, even when I am in the toilet. Gosh! I tried to put on a sweet smile and turned to face the owner of the voice slowly. "Good morning, Miss Sasatrick," HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Her parents must be playing a prank or was joking with her when she was born. Whoever calls their daughter Sasatrick??? Like what???

"Er actually, Miss Sasatrick... it died last week and I was still mourning it for a long time last night. I forgot to buy a new one and nobody woke me up today..." I reasoned.

"Oh Miss Mitchell, so when do you plan to buy a new one?" Miss Sasatrick asked sarcastically.

"I erm, need to try to put that in my really tight schedule," I said, she's trying to be sarcastic with me? She's trying to be foolish with me? Hah! I can do better and I am THAT childish! Don't blame me. It's no wonder she's still single and available. She's just S.A.D. case...sigh...(S.A.D. stands for single and desperate) Serves her right for her sarcasm. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, I sounded evil...

"So, how tight is your schedule?" she asked sarcastically, again.

"Err... very? Look Miss Sasatrick, I am sorry I am late okay? I need to get to my class..." I said, trying to get away.

"Don't even bother Miss Mitchell..." Miss Sasatrick said with an evil voice.

"Wh-why?" I asked, now I am a bit cowering...

"Because... " she said with a menacing look, "You are in for detention..." she said with an evil look (gosh, it's so dramatic ain't it?) then comes the worst part of all..." FOREVA!!!" and it echoes. And echoes. And echoes. Scary really. Like in movies.

And I go, " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" I screamed in my sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" the digital alarm clock went off. I sat up in my bed. Wide awake.

"Oh God! Thank God! It's just a horrible stupid nightmare!" I said gratefully.

"Oh no! I'm not late! Please tell me I'm not late. Wait! I AM late! Oh no! It's EIGHT FIFTEEN!!! I missed the bus! Oh gosh!" I practically screamed and fell flat-faced on the floor.

"OMIGOD! This looks and sounds awfully FAMILIAR... Oh gawd... tell me this is not another nightmare... no wait, PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHTMARE! Somebody's gotta pinch me!" I mumbled desperately. Then I felt someone gave me a hard pinch on my arm.

"OOUCH!!! WHO DID THAT!!??" I screamed, rubbing my arm.

"Obviously not a retard who talks to herself. It's almost late and you're not even ready for school yet!" Zephyr said coldly, as usual, with his cool composure.

"Why are YOU here? No wait, how did you even GET in here???" I asked, surprised. I mean, I lock my door every night and I am so sure I did so yesterday because I told my father to fix the lock because it was spoilt. And it was fixed! I am so sure of it because I tried it last night and got locked out. And I got the keys from my mother to open it and only my parents have the keys... unless...

"That's a rude morning greeting..." he said. Hah! Like as if his pinching and calling me a retard is any better! He continued, "You have to say 'Good morning Zephyr dear.'. Now that would be better," he said. My goodness, I hope he's teasing or joking because that is totally awkward and disgusting. And it sucks! Big time!

" That didn't answer my question..." I said.

"I got the keys from your mother. I am supposed to drive you to school today. My mom asked me to. Annoying isn't it? Now can you get changed before we are really late? I've never been this late before. No, let me rephrase. I have NEVER been late before. I bet you are late everyday. Or never mind, take your sweet time. Because, we ARE late already," he said.

"Do you think I want to be late? Do you think I like to be late? You think it's nice to BE LATE? Go reset my biological clock you freak! It's the biological clock's fault!" I said angrily, he is suck a jerk.

"It's YOUR biological clock, blame yourself for that! And can you start moving!? WE ARE LATE!" he said with flame in his eyes. But well, I don't care. I hope he gets high blood pressure and heart attack and just die. Because I'd love to see him dead there and then. " YOU are ruining my life!" he said angrily.

"What? Wait! I am RUINING your life??? How selfish more can you be? They set us up and now YOU are blaming me? Hello? You are the guy in this situation, YOU should do something to it which you are not. AND I AM TRYING MY BEST TO DO SOMETHING!" I argued. I am so frustrated. And late. And in a bad mood. And he is not making it any better. Breathe... breathe..."I need to breathe, I can't breathe fresh air with you around, now get out!"

"Yea, you should get some oxygen. Or you'd seriously become a retard," Zephyr said.

I stared at him in a threatening way that says, 'You better get out before I punch you, slap you and rip you apart!'

He gave me a nervous look and said with his sickeningly sweet smile, "I was joking..." I continued with The Stare.

"Okay, okay! Fine! I am outta here!" he said.

"Well, you better be. Or I can't get ready for school and we might as well not go to school today at all!" I said.

"I think I changed my mind. I think I wanna stay here..." Zephyr said. He better be joking...

"Get out!" I shouted. "Now!"

"Okay! Okay! Geez!" Zephyr said, backing out the room. He closed the door. Sigh... how am I ever gonna live with that guy! He's so annoying. And is getting engaged at 16 even legal? How come I have a bad feeling (or good) that it isn't? Well, that's because it's not! Hah! Oh! No! I am talking to myself again. Sigh...

WEINI

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