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Last Updated : 2024-04-08
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Scarlett Moore is an ordinary junior at Seayes Town High School, where her best friend Brooklyn Davis shines as the star. In the hallway, Scarlett faces her nemesis, Brooklyn's boyfriend—or perhaps ex-boyfriend—Skyler Thompson. Known as the famous quarterback who dates only blonde cheerleaders, Skyler enjoys calling Scarlett "Red," aiming to rile her up. However, as Brooklyn's infidelity comes to light, Scarlett finds herself and Skyler entangled in an awkward web of emotions and discoveries.
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Love Fools Chapter 11 Talking to Skyler is like performing brain surgery
At Seayers High, the front gate serves as a flashy parking lot for the wealthy show-offs, contrasting starkly with the bike shed, which resembles a scrap heap at a recycling center. This means there's only one area for vehicle parking — the school's front, a place I'm currently determined to avoid. Seayers High's back entrance leads to the football field, not in use today since parties always seem to be scheduled around their practice times, a special privilege allowing everyone to clear out time for the popular crowd. I decide on the football field. Although it means circling around most of the school, there's a secluded path there, hidden from the affluent kids at the front. Reaching the back door, I look out at the empty field, pleased. The thought of Skyler anxiously waiting in his car at the front gate amuses me. Stepping down the stairs with a victorious smile, I hear: "I knew you'd come this way, Scarlett." I freeze for a second, then turn towards the corner behind the sta
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 10 Don't mess with me (2)
“What did you just say to me?“ “I don't care. It's not like it's gonna be on me.” I replied aggressively, “You know, chemical fiber clothes don't even deserve to stay in the laundry.” “Pick up my clothes, bitch.” “Why? Because you're on a disability program grant?” Stella stares at me with wide eyes, itching to stretch her false eyelashes and stick them in my eyes. “You're going to regret saying that.” The three girls watching the show gather around, a mafia do-gooder, maybe a female version of the Russian mob. “Hey.” Someone laid a hand on my shoulder. "I think this is yours." I turned to see who it was. She took off the jacket slung over her back, hooking it with a finger, and extended it toward Stella's arm. "Brooklyn sent me to find her. The locker room can be quite the labyrinth for the newcomers." Stella gave a side-eye to the girl next to her, who cleverly grabbed the jacket from the newcomer's hand. "You better hurry to check in; Brooklyn is counting heads." "Girls,"
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 9 Don't mess with me (1)
"You sure know how to pick your moments. Ready for your first show, Scarlett?" Brooklyn teased, her voice echoing down the hallway clogged by Milo Grayson's fan girls. I lingered, hoping to catch a glimpse of the chaos, but it was all in vain. "Since when are you so interested in Milo?" she prodded, a mix of curiosity and amusement in her tone. "It's not that kind of interest," I quickly clarified, feeling the need to defend my curiosity. "It's probably just admiration for famous people." Brooklyn sighed, rolling her eyes in a gesture of mock despair. "I know Milo is a hottie and he plays cool guitars. I don't want you acting like one of those crazy girls. There's a loss of decency. You're part of the cheerleading squad now, understand?" "Of course, I am, Brooklyn," I assured her, even as my mind drifted to the cool girls of high school. They wore their confidence as effortlessly as their seductive outfits, capturing the attention of everyone around them. Yet, deep down, I harbore
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 8 Thank God I’m not Homeschooled (2)
“But back to the matter at hand—” Stephanie leaned in, sniffing the air around me. "Even food can't mask the weed smell on you." She backed away, grimacing as if to say, "That reeks." "Is it really that noticeable?" "I'm just really sensitive to smells." "Oh! I get it!" Stephanie clapped her hands together in excitement. "Maybe he smelled the weed on your clothes and thought you were spiraling!" "And then—thought he could be the hero to save you, aiming for the 'Teacher of the Year' award." "Alright." I raised an eyebrow. "Your bias against Taylor is a bit much." "I can't help it. Do you know how annoying it is to have someone always focus on your flaws?" "Oh, right, I almost forgot about this!" Suddenly, Stephanie's "gossip radar" must have detected something "spectacular." "There's a boy who's been watching you." "What? What are you talking about?" I laughed, not taking her seriously. "Hey! I'm serious. He's been staring at you since you were in line!" "So, you're sayi
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 7 Thank God I’m not Homeschooled (1)
Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills. Gazing at the crowded hamburger stand, I'm glad I kicked my junk food habit. For those not concerned about their weight, a cheeseburger with chicken strips is a heavenly delight. The aftermath, however, is a struggle with belts and shirts strained by fat. I made my way to the yogurt stand, scooping up a few spoonfuls into an empty bowl, then garnishing it with blueberries, raspberries, and mangoes. As expected, the checkout was swam
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 6 I! Am! A straight A student!
I walked into the room at Taylor's beckoning, him holding the door open for me to enter first. "Please, take a seat, Miss Moore," he said, still with a stern expression. He left the door and closed it with a crisp sound that echoed in the empty classroom. "Did I do something wrong?" I hadn't taken a seat yet, instead asking him uncertainly. Taylor didn't answer my question directly, his expression seeming to tease a bit of mystery. "Compared to others, you're not too bad." "What?" I was hoping for praise. Every time Miss Ewen had a private chat with me, it was to commend how well I wrote my reflections. "I can improve, Mr. Wildson." Literature was the one class where I felt confident. I didn't want to be let down by Taylor. "Patience, Miss Moore." He observed my eager, somewhat agitated demeanor and gestured for me to calm down. Leaning against the desk by the lectern, Taylor pulled a thin book from a neatly stacked pile of files. "Read this book in your free time, then write a
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 5 Smug Teacher
The classroom buzzed with the usual cacophony, punctuated by the occasional airborne book. Whizz—a book flies past！ "Oh, my goodness!" I exclaimed, narrowly avoiding a collision that could have sent me straight to the infirmary. The book would have surely left a mark on my face. "Sorry, Scarlett." Blake's apology came from over his shoulder, his hands resting nonchalantly on his friends' shoulders. Their laughter knotted together in shared amusement. Ignoring their antics, I headed to my seat. A glance from Annie met mine before she turned away to whisper to Alex behind her. I paid them no mind. As I passed by, Alex's precarious stack of books toppled over the aisle of desks. "Hey! What's your problem?" My surprise was evident as I faced Alex, only to catch Annie biting her pen, offering a smug smile. Bending down, I reached for the scattered books. But before I could gather them up, someone else's hands intervened, snatching away the book I had just secured. "It's lucky for yo
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 4 I hate Skyler
I was halfway down the hallway when I heard it, the unmistakable voice of Skyler declaring, "Brooklyn baby, I finally found you." There he was, lifting Brooklyn's chin with a sense of entitlement. "For the party tonight, I want you to dress sexy." It took him a moment to notice me. "Scarlett? I didn't realize you were there." His hand dropped, and he proceeded to straighten his bangs, a vain attempt at nonchalance. Rolling my eyes, I mumbled an excuse about my literature class and tried to leave. "Wait a minute," he called out, effectively halting my escape. With a swift movement, Skyler's hand slapped down on his locker, his arm blocking my path. "What do you want?" I asked, my irritation mounting as I tugged on the shoulder strap of my book bag, eager to bypass this self-centered obstacle. Letting his arm fall, Skyler instead stepped in front of me, reducing the distance between us. I halted, meeting his gaze with a defiance I hoped masked my discomfort. "I know you don't li
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Love Fools Chapter 3 Oh Great! Guess Who Am I Now?
In the shadowed corner beside the dingy sink wall, a couple of figures crouched, shrouded in a haze of white powder. Their frantic movements became more pronounced as Brooklyn and I approached, their hands shoving clear Ziploc bags filled with the same white substance into their backpacks with desperate haste. "Move!" Brooklyn's command sliced through the thick air, echoing off the tiled walls. "Crazy bitches," one of the addicts muttered under their breath as they scrambled to their feet, blocking our path. The stench of marijuana was overpowering, sending my head into a dizzying spin. As one of them, her face adorned with silver studs and a glowing silver tongue stud in the center, stuck her tongue out mockingly at us, she bumped against my shoulder, leaving a trail of the intoxicating powder on my clothes. Involuntarily, I coughed as some of the powder made its way into my nostrils. Frantically, I shook off the remnants clinging to my fabric, a bitter taste of humiliation filli
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
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Prologue—Perhaps A Monologue
You might be puzzled. Do I look like the pretty girls in Hollywood movies? Is my high school life in America really that exciting? Am I the most popular girl in school? Could I be that snobbish cheerleader with a disdainful look? Oh, wishful thinking. If forced to describe myself, pay attention: Beside every portrait of beauty, there's always a girl with curly red hair, a goofy smile, and a face brimming with naivety. A mere wallflower. That's precisely me—an ordinary high school girl to the core. Whenever guests visit, their curiosity often lands on a group photo resting by my bedside. To my right in the picture is my cousin, Elisa, the archetype of conventional beauty. Her summer visits to our home were a routine, though now she's ventured off to college in California. The epitome of cool, she outshone everyone at Seayers High, every boy's dream and every girl's idol, the quintessential "Regina George" of Seayers Town. Gracing gossip magazine covers was her norm, and a future on
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