The Break Up Plan

⇉ Chapter One

You usually start reading a story from the very beginning, but where's the fun in that?

I, Alaska Brown, have a totally different way of telling my own stories. Since this one's different, why not start it differently too?

I won't ramble on how boring my life is or how my school year has started. The both us know that you don't care that I don't fancy my math classes but adore my history ones.

It all started because of my school's stupid dance, 'The Winter Bash', and my friends being silly.

So, what do you do when you have a pact to keep, a bet to win, a guy who's whipping over you, and an ex-boyfriend asking you out to the dance when you can't say no to distraction after the mess you've made? 

(31st of September, 2011 - Wednesday)

Posturing with my friends at my favorite coffee shop in the middle of winter was the best thing that I could have ever asked for. My dad wasn't perpetually busy; he was a pretty laid-back parent and my mother, well, I don't even want to talk about her. My dad never minded me not being at home, probably because I was constantly at the same place with the same people for the past five years and he had nothing to worry about. I was always home before ten anyway.

"Were you listening, Alaska?" My friend, Gwen, inquired.

"Sorry, I was a little bit distracted. What is it that you were saying?" I asked, giving her a smile, and the worried look on her face vanished immediately.

"We were just talking about how much you like to have fun, so we have this little idea--" Wendy said, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"We were starting to wonder if you're-" Mia started, pulling her chair closer to the table and whispering so no one could hear us. "Well, you know..."

"What? My period?" I asked, clearly bemused. Trying not to choke on her coffee, Wendy put her cup down and wiped off the drops that landed on the table. I rolled my eyes.

"You know, not interested in men or something..." Gwen trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"I am not gay." I reassured them, stifling a laugh by covering my mouth with my hand that carried freshly manicured nails. Who would've thought they could ever think of something like that? God.

"Then what's up with you and avoiding guys? Daniel Green, the school's popular Hottie McTottie, asked you out seventeen times, and you rejected him without so much as a glance back. He's absolutely gorgeous; how can you do that?" Wendy ranted, her eyes dreamy and her mouth slightly parted.

I shook my head at her behavior. Does she not pay attention and see what type of  guy Daniel is? I don't want to involve myself with people like him; it's a waste of time.

"Like you guys don't know how my last relationship ended up. I'm just a mess. Who needs a guy anyway! I'm perfectly fine." I replied, knowing whatever they said won't make a difference to me. I  simply wasn't interested anymore. You just tend to end up in very complicated relationships.

"We're just worried about you, okay? Plus, it's just a date, so why not go?" Gwen pushed. I felt myself getting angrier, but I didn't want to snap at her. She was only worried. I brought my lips to the cup of black coffee in my hands and sipped from it to keep my mouth shut.

The three of them looked at me, and I sighed, shaking my head. "No, not happening," I said, trying to keep my thoughts firm and not fall for their batting eyelashes.

"She's totally gay!" Wendy mumbled to herself, but made sure we all heard her. I just rolled my eyes at that. Manipulative much? Not dating doesn't make a person gay.