Chapter 2: She's a little boy-crazed
Zak drove me to school today. But I wasn't quite sure as to how I was going to get home. Of course, I'd only thought about this when Zak dropped me off.
"Zak?" I asked as he picked up the phone.
"Mr Waldorff is currently not available. Who's speaking?" a monotoned voice asked.
"His sister, Lyssabelle Waldorff. Get him to call me back, thanks."
I hung up without a nothing word, feeling a little rude but at the same time annoyed.
Would Chelsea be able to send me home?
"Lyss!"
Speak of the devil.
"Hey Chels," I smiled at my best friend.
"So, what's up?"
"Not much, other than the fact that my house burnt down and I'm living with strangers," I rolled my eyes, bracing myself for a long story to be told.
"What?!" she shrieked, grabbing my elbows and putting me into a halt.
Ah, yes. I didn't tell my best friend about the house. Cue the story-telling.
"Long story short, I was making a bowl of soup - should've went with Fruitloops though - and well I looked away only for like a second, then bam. Fire. So I grabbed my phone, wallet and a box and headed out. Then Megan - you know Megan right?"
"Yes, now go on!"
"Well she found a place for us to stay for awhile, and so happens to be these two siblings, almost like Zak and I as well. We both don't have parents and somehow Megan knows them, she's their aunt I think. Anyways, they allowed us to stay over."
"How old are they?" Chelsea raised her eyebrows.
"The girl, Summer, is my age and the guy, Vince is I think about two years older? I'm not sure though," I shrugged as we walked down the hallway.
"Oh my god! Is he cute?"
Of course Chelsea would ask that. Suffice to say, she's a little boy-crazed.
Or maybe a lot.
Then again, she was extremely gorgeous with her brown eyes and blonde hair. Her amazing body figure definitely attracted almost every boy in school. She's really popular, and she liked it. There were pros and cons for being her friend, but people recognized me as Chelsea's anti-social-friend-who-gives-no-shit-about-popularity. And that, was true.
"Kinda," I blushed and looked down at my shoes Summer lent me. Lucky for me, we're the same size everything, a little coincidental but it's true.
"Oh god. You have to let me come over sometime!"
"I can't, it's not my house."
"Aww man! Could you try?" Chelsea pouted, puller her best puppy-dog-eye look.
"Don't do that," I whined and looked away.
It's not my house, I couldn't invite my friends over. I already felt like I was intruding them. I would feel that way. But then again, I don't know. We have almost the same circumstances, however their house didn't burn down.
"C'mon!"
"It's not my house Chels, I can't, okay? Drop it," I sighed and continued walking.
"Fine," she grumbled.
"Oh could you send me home? Zak's not able to and the current house I'm living in isn't exactly near," I explained, fingers crossed.
"I've got cheer practice, sorry babe."
"I'll have to find another way, I guess," I muttered.
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I walked out of school alone, and the afternoon sun making my skin feel warm against the cool wind. The flannel Summer lent me started to flow in the direction of the wind.
Everything on my was practically Summer's, even the bra and underwear.
I so have to go shopping though.
"Lyssabelle!" I heard Vince's familiar voice call, and I started looking around for him.
A honk echoed and I looked at the car to my right, Vince sat inside of it, wearing a pair of RayBands. He wore a beanie today, and it covered up a little of his dirty-blonde hair, some of his curls sticking out on the front.
"What are you doing here?" I asked once I was in talking distance with Vince.
"Stalking nineteen-year-old teenagers," he retorted sarcastically, "get in."
I stuck my tongue out at him but headed towards the passenger side anyway.
"Are you taking me back to your place or what?"
"You'd want that, wouldn't you?" he smirked and looked at me, eyes roaming up and down before facing the road and starting up the ignition.
"You know what I mean," I mumbled and hoped that my hair woukd cover up the blush.
"No, actually. You'll need some clothes of your own. So we're going to the mall."
"What?" I asked flabberghasted, my bottom jaw drop to the floor of the seat.
"Oh honey, you heard me."
Great. I was going shopping with the last guy I wanted to go shopping with.
My stomach started to grumbled and I groaned, knowing it was loud enough for Vince to hear. He chuckled and I slid down lower into my seat.
"We'll get some food as well then! I know a great ice cream parlour nearby," he looked over at me and smiled.
"Okay," I gave a small smile.
Before long, an ice crean parlour appeared in front of me. The Sweet Tooth.
"They have the best ice cream ever!" Vince exclaimed, getting out of the car.
"And why's that?"
I was just about to get out of the car, but Vince - surprisingly - beat me to it and opened the door for me.
Like a gentleman.
I pushed that thought away and stepped out of the car, Vince shutting the door behind me.
"Are you being a gentleman? Oh Lord, the world's ending," I teased, nudging his in the side.
"Oh shut up," he stuck his tongue out and walked towards the door.
"So why's it the best?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see," he smiled, but it was like a hybrid of a smile and a smirk.
This time when he opened the door, he didn't bother keeping it open. Not that I expected it of course. Surely, he'd hide the fact that he opened the door for me the first time. I heard a jingle. It probably came from the little bell that hung on the handles of the door.
I pushed open the door and the bell jingled yet again.
"Welcome to The Sweet Tooth!" the employees chimed, big smiles on their faces.
"Hi! What may I get you?" the girl behind the counter asked, eyes roaming up and down Vince's body like he was her prey.
I felt as though the girl was ready to pounce on him, then devouer him like some animal in the wild.
If you're trying to ogle someone, at least try doing it discreetly.
"Lyss? Look at the flavours," Vince prompted and I let my eyes roam over the different flavoured ice creams.
Mermaid Tears, Superman...
Oh god, I think I was going to faint.
Fruitloops.
There were Fruitloop-flavoured ice cream named Unicorn Poop - not very appealing for an ice cream name but the different colors made up for it.
I felt my eyes widen and I looked up at Vince. He had a warm smile plastered on his lips, one that sent something to go off in my stomach. Like rabies-infected frogs honestly. And that wasn't good.
"I hate you," I grumbled and I weighed two of my options.
I could get Unicorn Poop, but it could be really artificial and gross, which will result in me hating it. However, I doubt I can hate something's that flavoured Fruitloops.
On the other hand, I could get a plain Vanilla, with Fruitloops on top.
"And why's that?" he smirked.
"I don't know what to get now," I whined, weighing the options mentally.
"Aren't you gonna go for the Fruitloop-flavoured one?" Vince asked, a little surprised.
"I don't know," I whined, yet again, probably sounding like the most bimbotic person ever.
"Why not?" he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Because," I explained like it was obvious, "I could get Unicorn Poop, or I could get a Vanilla then add Fruitloops on top."
Vince let out a bark of laughter, getting a few glares from customers.
"Oh god," I heard his say under his breath before turning to the girl behind the counter, who was still shamelessly ogling him of course.
"We'll get a scoop of Vanilla, with Fruitloops and a scoop of Unicorn Poop, both is a cup," Vince said.
"But I won't be able to finish both," I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Who said both of them were for you?" he smirked and paid for the ice creams.
"I could've paid," I pointed out and we headed towards his car.
"Ah, yes. But I wanted to, no big deal."
"I'm not a charity case," I stated and entered the car while Vince passed me the ice creams.
Perhaps Vince felt sorry for me, as I lost my house, and thought I couldn't afford to buy myself a cup of ice cream. Something about that made me feel mad, because that wasn't the case. I wasn't neccesarily poor.
"I know you're not," Vince sighed, as if he was tired.
"I'm sorry," I bowed my head low and stared at the ice cream.
"It's okay," Vince smiled, from what I saw from the corner of my eye, "Which do you want?"
"I still don't know."
"Then try both, see which you prefer, then I'll take the other one."
"Really?" I asked, my eyes wide as I stared at Vince in shock.
That was nice of him.
"They have really good ice cream, so nothing can go wrong," he smiled.
I took a taste of Unicorn Poop, knowing that Vanilla and Fruitloops was already good.
Moaning in delight, I handed the Vanilla to Vince, and he gave me a small smile. Looks like I'm going with the Fruitloop-flavoured one after all.
He stared at the cup for a while before picking the spoon up and putting it into his mouth.
His facial expression seemed to have changed within a millisecond, but went back to normal.
Wonder what that was about.
"Time to shop."
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Author's note: so if you aren't sure on what The Sweet Tooth is, it's basically something I made up for another book, The Diary Swap and I decided to bring it into this one. It's just a made-up ice cream parlor name woth made-up flavors. If they're real then, well, my life's complete.
also, picture to the side is of who's playing Vince, the hot and amazing Alex Pettyfer.