The Bucket List [ON HOLD]

The Bucket List - Part 2

          Greg scowled. “What is wrong with everyone today? And where’s that freaking number 47?” He stalked off in search for a bimbo.

          I’d forgotten that Chance was beside me so I was startled when he suddenly got up. “See you,” he muttered, not looking me in the eyes. His hand trailed down the length of my arm before he left, sending an involuntary shiver through me. I could still feel his fiery skin on my own.

          Carmen followed, and I realized I was the only one left. Was it just me, or were we all getting more and more irritable? Sighing, I headed towards my next class: Canadian and World History.

          I walked in late, but so was everyone else today. It was the first day, so I wasn’t concerned. Not that I ever was about classes.

          I found a group of tables and sat down, bored already. I glanced up just as I saw him walk into the room. Great. I slunk into my seat, hiding behind my hair.

          My haircut was extremely strange, and it was rather an unfortunate incident involving scissors and a drunk Carmen. Honestly, that girl is drunk more often than she is sober. If there was an element called Carmen on the Periodic Table of the Elements, her natural state would be drunk.

          To make a sad story short, the end result was my long dark brown curls tumbling down my back except for one, which Carmen somehow managed to attach to my forehead. There was always a long curl hanging down the right side of my face, which provided protection whenever I wanted to hide. Whenever I didn’t, I just tucked it behind my ear.

          But right now, I wanted to hide because who else but Chance would end up in my history class? Unfortunately, one of the unspoken rules about being a part of the Seven was that we stick together.

          “Hey, Stunner,” Chance greeted me cheerily, sitting where else? Right beside me. I ignored his greeting and pretended not to see his hand slap his chest right over his heart. He always did that whenever he saw me, not caring that it’s something he’s been doing for two years now.

          After he and Amber broke up, I became his next prospect. Oh, didn’t I mention? There’s a reason why Amber chose every one of us. She dated all three of the guys, but Lacy, Carmen and I each did something to get her attention.

          Surprisingly, Ian was Amber’s first real boyfriend in high school. Bubbly, outgoing Amber dated shy, quiet Ian for eight months before breaking up, but they remained really good friends. Ian didn’t start hanging out with us though, until Chance came along. He was Amber’s second – there were quite a few guys in between, but Chance was her second serious boyfriend. They kind of suited each other – they both could get anyone to like them anyhow.

          Greg was the last one to get Amber’s attention, for two reasons. The first one was that she had always had him pegged somewhere in between idiot and imbecile. It was only after she realized just how complex his Bimbo Army was, that she suspected he wasn’t stupid. The second reason is that they’re both players. Amber plays and preys on guys’ hearts. Greg mostly targets anything female. They both avoided each other for two years before finally getting together.

          It was... an interesting relationship. But Amber still keeps him around. She’s currently in her in-between phase, where she goes through guys like there’s no tomorrow.

          The next person to walk through the door was Carmen. I squirmed when she plopped down on Chance’s other side. “Hey, hottie,” she winked at him before turning her attention to her purse.