Chapter One: What Does The Fox Say
Ugh.
Who's that annoying person singing right at my ear, tickling my ear with a useless feather? I don't really want to be rude,but I have to say that he wasn't really talented in singing. And, I have to add the word 'idiot' for that person for forgetting that I'm not ticklish. I'm practically immune.
'Get out, get out,get out of your bed~"
That person paused , tickling my ear again and again.
"Fall onto the floor instead~"
Damn. If I'm a pokemon I would practically headbutt him right now. My ears were bleeding. My fingers were itching. Not literally, but I was pissed, and I was tempted to squash his face till he resembles Patrick the Star.
The person gave out a loud sigh, probably accepting the fact that I wasn't going to wake up any moment now.
"What does the fox say?"
He's using my weakness against me. Oh hell no.
'Ring Ding Dong Ding Ding Ding..."
"It's ringdingdingdingdingdinggeringdingdingdingdingding!" I interrupted him,my voice muffled by the pillow on my face as the person chuckled.
"You're finally awake."
"No I'm not, No I'm not. I'm just singing the fox song in my sleep. " I replied with heavy sarcasm as I rolled my eyes with my eyelids shut. Cool right? Ha.Ha.
"It's time for school, Lazy Bum. It's the first day of school you know. A year before the Senior Year."
"No, I don't know."
He grunted as he grabbed my purple pillow and blankets. (I know it's gay colour but I assure you, I have evidence to proof that I'm straight.) On the count of three, he pulled and I came tumbling to the mahogany floor, headbutting myself in the process. Ironic.
Sitting up, crossing my legs Indian style, I glared at the grinning boy who's looking down at me, feeling totally, utterly, apoplectic. The reason? Girls' problem. Oh, he's dead meat.
"You have exactly one hour and fifteen minutes to prepare! "
"One hour, "I said through gritted teeth as his face turned pale, " and FIFTEEN MINUTES?! "
I looked at the window with white curtains at the sides, which were directly above my bed and stared at it hard. There wasn't any freaking sun popping out yet. Looking around the room, I discovered that it was still pitch black, except for the light source next to my bed.
"Oops. "
"Cayden Lawson YOU FREAKING IMBECILE!"
He feigned a hurt look, his dark black hair brushing across his eyebrows, his blue eyes shut as he pouted, his full lips on display. Placing his hand over his heart, he inched closer,opening his eyes and widening it as wide as he could. His famous please-forgive-me-I'm-just-a-puppy-and-I'm-so-sorry-for-what-I-did puppy dog face.
My heart banged against my chest painfully from the close proximity, and I blushed, resulting in me trying hard to cover up my reddened cheeks.
"Go...Go away!" I stuttered like an idiot as I pushed my best friend away from me, before heaving a sigh of relief. If Emily knew what we just did, I would surely be cut into slices like my favourite potato chips. Hey, on second thoughts, i think that's not a bad idea.
"Go and get ready." He commanded, his stern voice different from his excited face.
"Ab. "
"Okay, fine. Mr Law-Law."
"I hate that nickname!"
"That's why."
He crossed his arms, making his white shirt tighter, revealing more of his toned chest. I gulped, adverting my gaze before he catched me staring.
"Come on!" He started whining as he pulled me up easily, pointing towards the direction of the toilet. I groaned as I pulled away from his grasp, feeling the tingles and the warmth in my stomach disappear almost immediately.
Marching towards the toilet, I got myself ready and within ten minutes, I was done as I wrapped a towel around my body, humming to Katy Perry 's 'Roar '. Opening the door, I walked swiftly towards the cabinet,not before seeing a head bob up and down.
"Oh my fish! " I said as I randomly grabbed something from my cabinet, hitting the head with it.
"Hey! What-, A BRA?! " Cayden's voice rang out and I stopped, looking at the material in my hand. Spongebob bra?! (A/N I'm not sure if there is really a spongebob bra though. Like I said, it's fiction.)
"Oh nuggetfishers, get out Cayden Lawson! " I screamed, embarrassed by the fact that I was only in my towel with a spongebob bra in my hand. In fact, embarrassed was an understatement. I was mortified.
"It rhymes, " he mused, as I kicked him out of the room. Literally.
"Wait." I ordered as I slammed the door shut. In his face.
BURN.
Putting on a simple tank top and a slightly worn out jacket with skinny jeans, I looked at myself in the mirror,feeling satisfied. Not wanting to put on any makeup, I just grabbed my black converse chuck before opening the door as fast as I could.
Before I headbutted myself on the floor. Again.
"Uh Oh."
Black aura was practically radiating from me as I turned awfully slowly towards the boy who's sitting in front of my door, with his legs stretched out to the maximum. I raised an eyebrow, while my best friend gave me a sheepish grin as he waved with fake cheerfulness. I gave him a forced grin as he looked at me in alarm.
"Auntie, Abigail is going to kill me!! " He screamed like an unsophisticated sissy as he dashed down the stairs like a bullet. You know, like those animes? Yep, that's right.
Fuming, I stomped down the stairs to see him lying on the couch with Mum at the side, giving me a wicked grin.
Jerk. He sure doesn't act as though he's the most popular guy in school.
Mum shrugged, giving me a look of utter despair as I shook my head,sighing.
"Abigail, the pancakes are on the dining table." Mum reminded as she wiggled her way quietly away from Cayden. I managed to suppress my laughter. I walked towards the dining table located near the living room. The table was transparent except the sides which were furnished with mahogany wood. Four chairs were placed,but only three were regularly used. For me, my Mum and my younger brother. The other chair wasn't used in ages. It was specially reserved. For Dad. If only he was here.
Shaking my head again to shake out those thoughts, I plopped down on my usual chair as I munched at my pancakes, glancing at my watch.
"There's 50 minutes left," Cayden voiced out my thoughts as he stood there, not daring to sit on any of the chairs. His eyes was fixated on the chair specially reserved. He knew that my Dad was a taboo topic and he normally don't talk or ask about him. Sometimes though, Cayden mentions him, but I don't get angry. He's the exception. My exception.
Biting my lip, I placed my fork beside the plate as I stood up, gaining his attention.
"Let's go after I finish washing, " I said, as I placed my empty plate in the sink, washing it vigorously.
"It's in a month right?"
I stopped before I resumed, placing the now clean plate at the side for it to dry up.
"It is."
"Both of us are still going together right?" he asked and I gave him a small smile.
"Of course." It was our tradition. In a month, it would be my father's fifth death anniversary. Both of us, Cayden and me, would always go and visit him together. It was something both of us agreed on without even seeking consent. It's as though we knew what each other was thinking about, and what each other wanted to do.
"I'm done!" I replied with fake enthusiasm, " I'm so excited for school."
"Come on, it can't be that bad,right?"
"Yes, it can be that bad, Mr Popular."
"Hey! "
I rolled my eyes, knowing that he knew that it was a fact that he was popular. With his dark black hair and hypnotising eyes, he attracted quite a lot of female attention in school,not to mention that he was the team captain for the basketball team, every girl goes ga-ga over him, swooning. And last but not least, he was smart. In fact, he always topped the cohort with me second in place. It wasn't surprising that he could win them over with his rugged good looks, athletic spirit and body, and also his high IQ.
Me? I'm just the typical nerdy best friend who's always sticking to him like lego. At least that's what the girls in our school say. I didn't really understand why they used the term 'lego' though. Some say glue, while some say flies. I guess it kind of rhymes. Yeah, something like that. Too bad he's taken. By my ex best friend who's now the popular girl in our school, with a wish to curse me to hell.
"Miss Ab? " Cayden waved his hands as I snapped out of my thoughts,jogging over to where he was. At the door.
Opening the door, the sight that greeted me was extremely R-21.
It was Emily in her red convertible,wearing a skimpy tank top barely covering her.. you know, and some jeans which resembled a second skin. For me, it's definitely R-21. I don't even let my brother watch Spongebob when it kissed some random person from bikini bottom.
I mean, animal.
"Cayden honey," she purred as she gave me looks that could kill.I looked at Cayden as he stared at her with awe and wonderment. My heart squeezed painfully and I found it hard to breathe.
"Hop on," she purred again and I clenched my fists.
Cayden looked at me, as though he was seeking permission. Occasionally, he glanced at his blue Mercedes which was parked near my house. No matter how much I loved him, yes, love, he wouldn't return my love back. Why would he? I don't deserve it. I wasn't perfect like Emily or as rich as Cayden.
"Go then," I faked a smile, turning around.
"Wait!" Cayden grabbed my hand and stopped me, earning a quiet growl from Emily.
Huh, her name sounded innocent, but she wasn't that innocent.
Emily, Emily, Emily.
Not as innocent as a kitty.
"I'm sorry." He said apologetically as he gave me small smile.
"I'm used to it. " I replied, giving him a I-am-fine smile as I took my hand away.
He looked at me in dismay and I waved it off.
He mouthed another apology and started walking towards Emily, who had a smug look on her face which I would gladly use a hair dryer to suck it off her face. Even my actions were R-21 now, Emily was such a great influence.
Sighing, I watched helplessly as Cayden laughed along with Emily in the car, who gave me a sly smile. Waving goodbye, Cayden throws me a grin and I stopped my evil plans like killing Emily using a fan like Final Destination. If...just If. If Cayden really loves her, then I guess I shall just put up with her.
I trudged to the bus stop, adjusting my spectacles which kept sliding off. The weather was really hot, even though it was still morning. I swear, this was complete, utter torture. If I met Cayden again in school, I assure you I would gladly use a chainsaw to saw his head off. Please, do not try this at home.
"Oh, isn't that like, Abigail?" A blond girl whispered, pointing directly at me. Pheesh.
"Bet Cayden like, ditched her for like, Em," another brunette snickered as I ignored them completely, turning a blind eye.
"I, know, like, so, like, obvious, like, right?" The blond girl laughed out loud and I gave them a sweet smile. Filled with venom.
"Yeah, like,you two,like, so annoying, like, Oh, my, like, god! " I imitated using a high pitched voice, earning glares from them.
"Hey you. Why, like, keep like,watching us?"
"Hey you, why like, speak until, like, you are in like-like land where everyone like, speak the like-like language?" I mocked her as I smiled in satisfaction seeing her face turn blue and purple.
"You!"
"Yes, like-like girl in like-like land speaking the like-like language?"
I hid my smile, while the blonde and brunette stomped off to God-knows-where in this small bus.
The bus came and I went aboard, sitting at the front while the more active people sat at the back.
"And here it comes," I murmured to myself as Anderson High School came into view.
Aww shucks.
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Dedicated to rebekahleemusic7. She's awesome :)