"Allory, I just don't think this is working out..."
I glared at my apparently soon to be ex-boyfriend, "Don't you dare Kieran Jones! Don't you dare! I was prepared to take you back even after you cheated on me with my best friend!" My eyes started filling with tears
He smirked, his brown eyes glinting evilly, "Great friend you have there... literally. Which is why I'm dumping you; for her."
My eyes widened in shock. Ok, so I wasn't expecting him to be guilty, but I certainly wasn't expecting that! As if dumping me wasn't enough. He had to go ahead and rub it in that it was my best friend, Shelly that he was dumping me for. Shelly and I have been best friends since we were 10. How could she steal my boyfriend? Not only that! She didn't even have the guts to tell me. What happened to loyalty?
A tear dripped from my eye, "That bitch..." I muttered, before glaring at Kieran again, "You cheating good for nothing bastard! I thought I would at least have meant just a tiny little bit to you! But no! Obviously not! You just had to go off with Shelly didn't you?! You know what? You don't even deserve my tears!" I walked up to him and slapped him on his oh so perfect face. His face whipped to the side from the impact; his long blonde hair flicking in the motion. I stalked off, leaving him gaping.
I scowled as I stomped through the front door. My brother came barging out, ready to piss me off. I scowled even harder, "Not now Justin!" I stuck a hand in his face to prevent him from saying anything and continued to my room.
Justin and I had a reasonably good relationship. I thought so anyway. He was two years older than me and incredibly popular in school. He was the golden boy, best athlete, lead guitarist, top student, and I mean the top. I hate the fact that everyone expects me to live up to his reputation. I'm not him! Get used to it people. Anyway, unlike most brothers, Justin wasn't overprotective of me. Heck, he wasn't even protective, unless I got physically hurt. He'll meet my boyfriends, and leave it at that. He didn't chase them when they dumped me, or threaten them whenever he sees them. I'm still deciding if that's a good or bad thing. At the moment it is bad. Brothers are useless. Justin especially.
"One large caramel popcorn and coke." I said to the girl behind the colourful counter. Yep, I was at the movies again. The movies were my haven; I went there to relieve my stress, anger and practically any other emotions. Today, it was to drown myself in my misery, fat filled popcorn and a poisonous chemical solution called coke. Sure it was definitely fattening, but thanks to my body's metabolism, I don't put on weight. Yay for me! The movie? The latest romance fluff of course.
The theater was dark already, the previews rolling. I headed for my favourite seat, right in the middle of the theater. I folded my tall frame onto the cushiony seat and proceeded to put on kilos. The movie progressed; it was actually pretty good, until I felt something hit my head. I shook my wavy brown hair lightly, and felt something hit my lap. I felt around blindly for a bit, my fingers finally closing on some popcorn. I spun round in my seat to see three guys and a girl sitting directly behind me, giggling! Okay, the girl giggling? I understand that. But what kind of a guy giggles? Seriously! I gave them my ice-bitch, pissed off glare, and turned back to the screen. No more than a minute later, I felt something hit my head again. I breathed in and out slowly, instructing myself not to blow up. I decided to ignore them. The silent treatment never fails. They'll get over it eventually. Right?
I kept telling myself this, but they never did. The movie ended, and the lights gradually came on. I stood and looked at my seat. It was covered in popcorn. Not mine. I growled and turned to the three jerks and bitch behind me. I was a bit taken aback. They were hot, the guys I mean, I'm not a lezzo! Not that I'm prejudiced against lesbians or anything. Back to the boys. I forced myself not to check them out. You're on a mission Allie. Get on with it!
My glare was back on, "What the hell is with the popcorn throwing? Are you guys like ten? It isn't even funny, never was, never will be! Piss off losers! Get a life!" I gave them the finger and walked off. Ranting under my breath.
The three guys looked at each other, stunned for a moment that someone stood up to them. Then they shrugged and burst out laughing.
I heard laughter behind me, I swiveled my head and my honeycomb brown eyes caught bright blue ones, filled with amusement. My scowl deepened. Today was not my day!
"Allie! Quit sulking and get over it already! Everyone gets dumped. Besides you only went out with him for a few weeks."
I glowered at Jess, my cousin. She stood there, straight blonde hair falling to her waist, slim as a Barbie, decked out in white, deceiving anyone who didn't know her into thinking she was angelic. Pft!
"Bitch." I know, great reply. Everyone bow down to my prowess in come backs.
"Whatever!" She flicked her hair over her shoulder, "Come with me to pick up your idiot of a brother from his basketball game."
I knew she wouldn't take no for an answer, and I was really too lazy to argue, so I followed her.
Justin played for the under 18 men's basketball team, Hawks. They were undefeated all last season, and I had been to a total of zero games. I walked into the stadium fifteen minutes later. The sound of basketballs and squeaks of shoes engulfed me. I followed Jess to the side benches and looked around me. The stadium had 5 courts next to each other, bleachers surrounded the perimeter, and benches separated the courts. It was bustle of activity, games occupied every court.
I focused on Justin's game. It was the last minute, and they were losing by a point. The Hawks had the ball, more specifically, Justin had the ball. He was standing looking for an opening, finally finding one, he passed the ball. The receiver propelled the ball into the air. The buzzer went signaling the end of the game. The ball arced smoothly and landed straight into the net with a satisfying swish. My brother ran to the guy who scored and jumped on his back. Believe me, with Justin's huge frame, it wouldn't be fun to be the other guy. The team was whooping and cheering. It took me a while to realise that Jess was down there with the boys cheering. I entered the fray and was grabbed by my brother who pulled me into a hug. His blonde hair was dripping with sweat, and his grey eyes sparkled with happiness.
"Ugh, get off me you loser."
He grinned, "Still not out of your funk?"
I rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever."
"Aww, don't worry Allie Wallie. We'll find you a guy." His arm still around my shoulders, he peered around him at the crowd of guys. His eyes enlightened on one, "Yo Tyler! Get your ass over here."
The guy who scored the winning goal waltzed over. "Sup man?"
"Meet my sister, Allory." Justin looked over at me, "Allie, this is Tyler."
I looked Tyler up and down. There was something familiar about him. He was tall, taller than me, which is pretty unusual. His hair was either black or a really dark brown, but what struck me most were his ice blue eyes. I recognised those!
"YOU!" I narrowed my eyes at him, "You're the guy that was chucking popcorn at me all through the movie yesterday!"
He looked confused for a moment then widened in realisation, "Oh! You! I remember you! You had a bit of a hissy fit at us didn't you? Man that was funny!"
I shot daggers at him with my eyes, "It was not funny!"
"Dude! You chucked popcorn at her. Damn I wish I was there. Especially since she was already majorly pissed!" Justin chuckled.
"Jeez Justin, you're supposed to be on my side, jerk!" I turned my glare to him.
"Whatever, this is just too hilarious." He laughed more and shook his head, "Hissy fit?"
The guys continued laughing, with me glaring at them. Five minutes later, they finally got over it.
"Done already? Whoa that's a record!" I monotoned, making a show at looking at my watch.
"Alright alright! I'm sorry. Kinda... not really... Nevermind. We're leaving now. Happy?"
Justin called Jess over. We had just started walking towards the exit, when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side.
I spun round to see Tyler grinning at me.
"What do you want loser?"
"W-what?" Ok, was not expecting that. I furrowed my brows, which he must have taken for confusion.
"Your mobile number..."
I stared at him, mouth gaping, "Why the hell do you want my number?"
He looked at me like I was a preschooler. Talking slowly, he said, "So I can call you and ask you on a date..."
My jaw dropped further. Definitely not expecting that! I think I should stop expecting things. It never works out that way...