Author: my.mind.speak PM
It's like Tom and Jerry. Living in the same house and biting each others heads off. They say "the more you hate, the more you love." is it?Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Fantasy - Words: 1,100 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 3037350
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I left the hospital with a wide grin, an action which causes everyone to stare funnily, but who cares? I'm happy. My mothers' oncologist said that she's doing great, her body has taken a positive response from the new medication. It has been two years since my mother was diagnosed of breast cancer and it has been up to me to pay the bills.
Two years ago, I was a normal seventeen year old girl with a normal life. I studied in a private school, I have a best friend who I tell all my secrets, and a perfect 'hot' boyfriend and there's a 'but'. As they always say "Nothing is permanent."
It only took one day for my life to change, Funny really, that with just a single day, everything, from my family, to my social status and love life, has been ruined. My dad run away from his debts, leaving me and my mom to pay it off. I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend and of course, my mom's health drastically changed.
But that was two years ago. We're fine now . . . sort of. I have three jobs: A waitress, a singer - when there's a live show on the radio - and a maid. Speaking of . . .
I got a, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh oh, oh, oh oh.
Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine rang and I fished my phone in my bag. Cursing quietly for my startled heart, I flipped the phone and grimaced at the name flashing on the , just great, my good moods gone. Sighing, I answered it. "Hello? What can I do for you, your royal highness?"
"Ha-ha. Very funny, Kim," he drawled on his usual annoying voice.
"shut up and just tell me what you want." i snapped, probably too harsh as i intended, but i couldn't bring myself to care. The fucker deserves it.
"I need you to buy me a boquet of roses and some chocolates, then meet me at the university gate. You have exactly Twenty minutes, no more, no less, or I'll subtract it to your payment." Without waiting for a reply, he hang up and left me gaping. Where the hell could I find some chocolates and Roses at 7:30 in the morning? That mother effing bastard. such selfish beast, that. . GAAAH!
Twenty minutes later I was running towards the gate, the heels of my boots clacking loudly on the floor. I saw him checking his watch and scratching the back of his -oh Not a good sign.
I approached him and mustered up all my energy to give him a big smile and enthusiatically said, "Here's the flower and chocolate. Now where's my money?"
He handed me a twenty.
"What the hell is this? You owe me 40 dollars," I pointed out, silently working out my inner calculator for the expenses I've spent, plus the service charge and some tax, oh, and also some tip.
He looked at me impatiently and said " You're late."
I scoffed and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder "Yeah,for like a minute!"
"Excuse It's a minute and a half." He smirked and patted my head leaving me with my mouth wide open. I blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Huffing, My lips twisted in anger. "I'm going to kill you, you mother effer! Gah!" I've kicked the nearby wall and stomped my way out when a guard appproached me.
"Miss, your vulgar show of emotions are scaring the people away, I strongly suggest that you step out of this establishment before i use some reinforcements."
My cheeks blushed with embarassment, staring on the guard with a face I hope was innocent and apologizing, i quickly dashed to the direction where Lance was headed. That bastard is gonna pay, and he better pay good, or else.
I clutched my hands into fist and stomped, silently humming the mission impossible theme song on my head. I'll show that guy! Entering the door swiftly without bumping on someone, I huffed the bangs off my face and arranged the crinkled on my clothes right before I look for the cocky bastard.
the cafeteria door opened right after i took a sit from the sit near the window that was facing the football field. And with that, the atmosphere shifted, the chattering stopped, every gaze seemed to be on the same direction. Everyone seems to be in awe, as if someone famous has entered the room.
It was just Lancelot. Lancelot fucking KNight. For crying out loud, i dont get why they acted as if he was some kind of pope. If they only knew, that under that nice guy facade is an arrogant prick, a selfish abhorrent monster, a. . . jerk!.
The person entered the room, effectively parting the baricade of people as if he was Noaah parting the red sea. Everyone in the room watched him move as he sauntered from table to table, greeting everyone, high fiving everyone as if he was friends with everyone.
after the big entrance, everyone let him cut in the line and he politely acceded. Thanking and waving he payed for his food. everyone one was still in awe, watching him move, too captivated not fully paying attention to their own food for example: There was a girl who tripped and spilled her food all over Lancelot's clothes. If it weren't for the shock I would've laugh at his reaction but his irritation was quickly masked with a gentle smile that almost made me gag.
That two faced jerk, I thought as I glared on the wall. Vicious thoughts entered my mind. Bloody secenarios of a certain platinum blond laying lifeless under my feet. I smiled wistfully fighting the urge to laugh maniacally and withholding myself from doing it, I was preoccupied by my thoughts that I didn't someone was staring at me with an amused smile.
"A penny for your thoughts?" A deep voice mumbled effectively startling me.
Ds it seem like a cliffhanger to you guys? I'm really really sleepy because I fell asleep at 5:30 in the morning and woke up at around 8:30.. So my mind is blank. As in nada! And here's the proof! This chapter kind of sucked huh? hahaha. I really really need a comment, you know? It keeps me motivated to write even more.