Kylie's pov

"Kylie, hurry up or you'll be late for school!" cried my mother from the kitchen like a banshee.

"I'm coming, mom!" I responded as I shoved my binder into my school bag. I took one last look in the mirror, flinching as I stared at what resembled Oscar the grouch's twin. Ew. I give my unruly sun-kissed locks a quick comb with my hands, the tangles gnawing at my fingers. 

That'll have to do. I thought. Satisfied that I could now convince my friends that I did indeed live in a house, rather than a garbage can, I headed downstairs to greet my parents.

Stacey and John adopted me when I was 3 months old. According to social services, my biological mother died giving birth to me and my biological father was MIA. I can't complain, I love Stacey and John to death. My life has turned out great and I'm very fortunate, but there's still a piece of me that wonders what life would be like if my biological parents had raised me instead.

As I hit the bottom step, my mother gives me a quick peck on the cheek 'goodbye', before I continue flying out the door like a chicken with its head cut off. Taylor was already waiting at the bus stop by the time I got there.

Stacey and John's daughter, Taylor, has been my best friend since the day I found myself sharing apple sauce with her at the dinner table. We have been through so much together, from her first kiss to the day my favorite teacher committed suicide. I don't usually consider myself a teacher's pet but Mrs. Ashfield was great. She always baked out entire class gingerbread cookies and let us decorate them for Christmas. 

"It's about time! Haul ass over here, I've been holding the bus for like 5 minutes waiting for you!" she growled as her green orbs pierced my skin. She inherited her green eyes from both mom and dad, but she and mom both have pin straight blonde hair, whereas dad's hair resembles chocolate covered spaghetti.

"Well maybe if you hadn't spent two hours in the bathroom this morning curling your hair for Josh Crawford then maybe I'd have been ready on time! I love you, Tay, but who takes two flipping hours to curl their hair?! Two. Hours. This boy better be worth it." I exclaimed. In all honesty, I wasn't even that surprised that it took her that long to get ready. Taylor's quite the girly girl. The two hours she spent curling her hair this morning doesn't even compare to the weeks she spent online shopping for her elementary school graduation dress. I don't even want to imagine what getting ready for prom will be like.

"Whatever, let's just go. You're lucky Ires waited this long."

As I climbed up the steps, I shot Ires, the bus driver, a grateful look to which she smiled and nodded before closing the door behind me. Once we arrived at school, I went straight to my locker to unload my bag and grab my things for my first class, math. Gross.

I scavenge for my calculator and release a sigh of relief when I find it glued to the bottom of my school bag. I pushed my locker door shut to reveal none other than Josh Crawford, Westwood High's very own mysterious quarterback. Personally, I don't see what the big deal is with him but Tay gets all googly-eyed just thinking about him, as well as the other 99% of the female student body. I've never really talked to him before, but I'd heard enough to know that this guy gets around.


"Uh hi. Can I help you with something?" I asked unsure as to what was going on. 

"You're Taylor's sister, right?" he asked.

"Yeah...?" I hesitated, wondering how he knew me and what he wanted.

"I'm Josh. I was just talking to my friends over there, and they said that your name is Kylie Kirkpatrick. So I figured that you were Taylor Kirkpatrick's sister. Look, I know we just met but I need your help." he said.

"...With what exactly?" I asked, hesitation evident in my voice. 

"I really like your sister and I was going to ask her out on a date, but then I realized that I don't know much about what kind of things she likes to do... Would you mind helping me out here?" he said. Oh, hell no. This well-known manwhore expects me to just give him a free key to her heart? Well, he has another thing coming. I know what high school boys are like. They only want one thing, which is why I try to steer clear of them. I don't trust this Josh guy. If he really likes her, he's gotta put in the time and work for her to prove himself worthy of my best friend's heart.

"She likes guys with a lot of confidence, and seeing as how you're too much of a wimp to go ask her yourself, I'd say you lack it greatly. Now, if by chance you do actually like her, then I suggest you grow a pair, man up and ask her yourself. Not me." I spit and then walk away to first period.

*Cue mic drop*

The rest of the day was uneventful. At the end of the day, Taylor and I sat together on the bus ride home as we talked about our days. She was ecstatic that the Josh Crawford had asked her out on a date. Although I didn't trust the guy, I could see how happy the prospect of their date had made her, so I pretended to be just as surprised and excited about it as she was. 

Once we finally got home, I trudged upstairs, pried open my bag, and pulled out my homework. I was in for a long night.


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