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Chapter 9 Don't mess with me (1)
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"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 harbored a disdain for the superficiality and the pain such dynamics often inflicted."Oh, right. I almost forgot, Skyler's picking you up for Will's party. I've got something else, so Kimberly will drop me off," Brooklyn mentioned casually, as if it was the most natural arrangement.Kimberly again, I mused. Her eagerness to please Brooklyn was palpable. But then again, who wouldn't want to bask in the glow of the high school queen?The mention of going to the party with Skyler filled me with reluctance. "Come on, I can go by myself. It's not like Will's house is far away," I argued, hoping to avoid the awkwardness that would surely ensue."The biker gangs have been so rampant lately, with so many lone women getting mugged. You don't want to get caught by them at night, do you?" Brooklyn countered, her concern veiled in logic. "Besides, I talked to Skyler, and I think you guys are going to get back together. You know how hard it is for Skyler to put his foot down. I have faith in you guys.""Putting your foot down? Why does it sound like you're blaming me for everything? He's the one who starts it every time!" I protested, frustration bubbling to the surface."Scarlett," Brooklyn laughed, looking at me with a mix of affection and pity. "Never let a man hold your emotions. I'll admit Skyler is being childish, but you're both clinging to one thing, and it's obviously not going to end well. Know my secret? With guys like Skyler, you just have to go along with it, let him feel the respect you have for him, and they'll be devoted to you.""Sounds exhausting," I sighed, the weight of her advice settling in."That's how relationships work," she concluded with a knowing smile. "Okay, time for you to go to the locker room. B95. Don't be late."I approached the locker room with a mix of nerves and anticipation. As I entered, a coat jacket suddenly flew over my head, momentarily blinding me. "Can you help me hang my jacket in the locker next to you on your left?" a pretentious voice commanded, dripping with smugness.Removing the jacket from my head, I faced the occupants of the locker room. Stella, perched on a lounge chair with a makeup mirror in hand, eyed me with undisguised disdain as she absently touched up her lipstick. The girls beside her, already in cheer uniforms, watched with feigned interest, eager to witness my response.I let the jacket drop to the floor, refusing to play into Stella's expectations. She snapped her mirror shut, her eyes narrowing as she rose from her seat, her steps exaggerated in a show of dominance.I steadied my breathing, determined not to let Stella intimidate me. As I moved forward, she blocked my path. "Pick it up," she demanded, her voice echoing in the locker room."Why don't you pick it up yourself?" I retorted, challenging her authority.Bab terkait
Love 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,"
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
Love Fools 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
Love Fools Chapter 1 Welcome to Seayers
What comes to mind first when you think of high school life? The gorgeous cheerleaders, the arrogant jocks, the class-skipping idols, the Shakespeare aficionados, the vegans? Or is it the incessant buzzing of the alarm clock, the uncomfortable desks and chairs, the dreadful cafeteria lunches, the looming finals and exams, the lost mechanical pencils, the unrequited crushes and heartbreaks, the constantly energetic group projects?"Hey, watch where you're going!" a girl, whose outfit screamed Regina George from Mean Girls, snapped at me, her voice dripping with disdain. "This is limited edition.""You can't expect everyone to have eyes, right?" her minions added, their voices laced with mockery.Bitch. The word echoed in my mind, though my lips remained sealed. If you were to ask me about high school, I'd offer you two pieces of advice:Rule Number One: Never attempt to reason with sorority members. Rule Number Two: If you're not among the popular crowd, brace yourself—high school wi
Love Fools Chapter 2 WTF just Happened??!
As I navigated the crowded hallways, bracing myself against the current of students, a familiar voice cut through the din. "Look who I ran into? The cheerleader queen Brooklyn and her little girlfriend."Penelope Swinton stood there, draped in an aura of disdain, her entourage flanking her like a pair of ominous shadows. "That explains the stench of cheap perfume from miles away," she sneered, her gaze piercing through me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience in her day.Penelope, with her slight resemblance to Jessica Alba—albeit the Latin American version—carried herself with the arrogance only a legacy such as hers could bestow. She hailed from one of the town's oldest families, her ancestors once the unchallenged rulers of this small domain. She embodied the quintessential spoiled rich girl, finding delight in belittling others for her amusement.It was not out of character for someone of her demeanor to be labeled a 'mean girl,' especially Penelope, whose very essence s
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
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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
Love 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,"
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
Love 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
