I have been extremely busy with school and so I haven't been able to be here much. Anyway, I've been working on something new and I really hope you like it. I'm on about chapter 10 at the moment to I'll be uploading more. Hope you've all been good Chapter 1
“Welcome to McDonalds. What can I get you?” Amy, unenthusiastic as usual, stared blankly at me like I wasn't in here every other day.
“Uh, two large chocolate shakes please,” I said, hoping for her sake that something would register in her brain. This was the same thing I ordered every time I came here, but she seemed completely oblivious. Maybe the fact that I kissed her ex-boyfriend affected that, but who knows.
I paid her and turned to lean on the counter while I waited. Ella was in our usual spot, texting away with her boyfriend Keenan. Just the faces she made while reading her messages amused me. They went from angry, to determined, to positively beaming in the space of ten seconds. Her fiery red hair, deathly pale skin and huge brown eyes made everything she did more expressive.
“Here you go,” Amy the monotone sophomore said from behind me.
I took the shakes over to Ella and she stuck the straw in her mouth immediately, poring over her latest text like it contained national secrets.
The usual crowd were scattered across the store. Soccer moms with about a hundred children, kids our age hanging out, and a homeless-looking guy or two. The only other person was a guy two tables over, giving me a weird look in between sips of his diet coke.
“You know,” I said to Ella, hoping to get her to hear me. “For someone who pays so much attention to her boyfriend’s texts, you sure do a great job of pretending you couldn’t care less when he’s around.”
“Well,” she said about ten seconds later and finally put away her phone. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? If you let them know how much you like them then they’ll get bored; act like you don’t give a shit and you become a challenge.”
“I’ve never understood your theories about guys. It just seems so unnatural how everything has to be some sort of mind trick.”
“She took a long sip of her drink. “Well, seeing as you know less than nothing about the male species, I’m sure it would seem that way to you,” she took another sip. “You know that guy over there has been staring at you since we came in, right?”
I gave a sideways glance in his direction and he quickly looked away. “Yeah, I noticed. It’s starting to freak me out.”
She cradled her head in her hands and made some overly-dramatic comment about me being a robot. “That guy,” she whispered, but pointed at him so it was perfectly clear we were talking about him. “That ‘creepy’ guy is completely gorgeous and you’re wigging out because he’s looking at you?”
I peered in his direction again but the word gorgeous just didn’t fit his face in my mind. “Uh, yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, Maliyah,” she hissed at me. “Just go talk to him.”
“No,” I whispered. “No way.”
“You aren’t in high school anymore, May. You can’t be scared of everything.”
“I’m not scared; I just don’t want to speak to him.”
“Why the hell not?” she asked, bug-eyed.
I looked at him again and sighed. “I just don’t find him attractive.”
“You really are a robot, aren’t you?” she asked flatly. “When was the last time you found anyone attractive?”
“Uh,” I had to think about it, probably too hard. “That guy, you know, at Lucy and Mason’s eighteenth.”
“That was seven months ago!” she practically screamed. “And you called him ‘perfectly adequate looking’ the whole night. That is not nearly the same as calling him hot, which he was, just by the way.”
“Do we really have to get into this?”
“Yeah, we do,” she said. “Do you know what an incredible turn on that must be?” she changed her voice so that she sounded like someone from a trashy porno. “Oh, Mr. Drummer guy, you’re so adequate looking. I just want to rip your averagely fashionable clothes off and make love to your perfectly mediocre body all night long.”
“Ella,” I made a face and a familiar feeling began to settle in my stomach. “Please stop.”
“When did you last kiss a guy anyway?”
I rolled my eyes. “At that party, with that guy,” I said through gritted teeth.
She smiled incredulously. “How do you survive? I think it is about high freakin’ time you get some ass,” she laughed to herself. “Jesus, you don’t give a crap and you still get the hottest guy at the party. I hope you’re grateful for your good looks, because, and excuse my bluntness, without them you’d be screwed.”
Then her phone rang and she answered it immediately. She listened for a couple of seconds, and even from where I was I could hear what Keenan was saying on the other side of the phone. “Yeah,” she giggled. “Okay Mom, I’ll come home now.”
“Say hi to Keenan for me,” I said before she’d even told me she had to leave.
She stuck her tongue out at me and began walking backwards to the exit. “Just promise me you’ll find someone soon. In the next week, okay? I want a status report.” Then she turned around, pushed the door open and practically began running to reach her man.
