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I walked out of the washroom, in my baby pink towel and walked inside my walk-in closet. I turned around to see my reflection in a full mirror attached to the wall on one side, as I smiled and giggled at my reflection, twirling around.
IN MY TOWEL.
I know, I am crazy, don't need to tell that. I smile once again, as I drop down the towel to wear my cute pink kittens UGs. I look at the mirror again, examining myself again. I don't look bad, my boobs are of perfect size like I always wanted and my butt is not that big, just big enough to look good in anything I wear.
I swirl and reach the dresses section of my closet, picking out the most appropriate and decent dress for today's dinner. It's an orange sleeveless, knee-length dress and I am damn sure I will look good in it.
This is the dress my mother bought me on my recent 17th birthday from Greece. So I love it a lot, and since it's her homecoming party, this dress would be perfect for the occasion. I swiftly, yet gently get into the dress, looking at the mirror.
I smile, dusting off some invisible dust on the dress. The dress fits me perfectly, as I swirl around to see.
Contented, I, now, wear nude-colour heels, my father bought me from Milan for my birthday, Wahoo!, and apply on some mascara and strawberry lip gloss, my favourite.
You must be thinking I am spoilt or something. My parents bring me exotic, fashionable stuff, but that's so not like that. It's just they love me a lot, sure your parents love you too. Everyone's parents do, though my parents show their love for me through gifting me exotic things. I love them but then I prefer them on my own, or if I don't have money, I won't buy that at all. But most of all, I prefer memories of these things, memories are last forever.
I look at my reflection again, smiling when a familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. I notice, my smile vanishes and a frown forms.
"Amara, you look sexy!" I turn my head around to see the devil leaning on my room' door. I know this because only he used to call me Amara, and I used to love it. *insert rolling eyes*, I was so naïve and stupid.
I look at him.
Mischief glints in his eyes, as the devil's smirk, widens, as I glare at him. I walk out of my walk-in closet, standing beside my bed, and far from the devil. He smirks at this, as I sigh disbelievingly and rolling my eyes. THE DEVIL! We stare into each other eyes for moments, just staring.
Well, if you are still wondering who is Mr Devil, then I present to you Mr Talon Esther Patterson, the idiotic arse and football captain of Winterbottom High, the playboy, the bad boy and my ex-best friend.
Yes, yes, the same one with whom Claire was f*****g around, three hours ago.
He claims that girls die for him and loves him like ugh... but I don't think so. I don't think that all girls in Winterbottom and Autumn High are so stupid to 'love' him. For example, so simple, Alyssa and I. Lol.
"Do you realize you have been talking aloud to your mirror for fifteen minutes and now you are staring at me like a love-struck puppy...?” He smirks, bringing the silence.
I scoff but continue to glare at him.
Seriously, Love-struck? Puppy? No offence, puppies are CUTE! Aren't they?
"This is not staring; this is glaring at the most annoying, irritating and the most hateful thing on the planet... “I say, calmly.
“Hateful thing? Babe! I am the most lovable thing on this planet..." He smirks.
See, I told you. I roll my eyes, still glaring as I continue, "...and it's my wish whether I talk loud or whisper to my... anyone...” crossing my arms, I glare at him, slightly pushing my boobs through my bra up.
I felt, removing my arms from my chest awkwardly, knowing he notices that too and his eyes become darker than usual. I see his eyes down there still.
I clear my throat, "Eyes up here, Mister!" I shriek, dropping my arms, as his eyes meet mine, darker than usual but an irritating smirk spread on his face.
"You have a nice pair of boobs..." He winks, as I gape at him.
“Disgusting...” I throw an insult at him when he smirks more, gladly accepting that insult.
What an Ass! Shameless! I think, shaking my head mentally.
Just then, something clicks in my mind and I stare at him.
"Awww, Amara. I know you love me, no need to ogle me like this, you know, when you ogle at me, I cannot stop feeling shy!" He winks, as I scoff.
"Shy! And You?!" I chuckle, humorlessly and then glare at him.
"And I wasn't ogling at you…"
"Sure you weren't!" He smirks, as I frown again.
"Yes, I wasn't!" I yelled as he still smirks.
Guess, he likes this, likes to get on my nerves.
Well, he always does this, he always likes this... seeing me all this irritated and annoying.
To my reply, he just chuckles a chuckle which shows that he doesn't believe me.
Asshole!
I glare at him when he moves closer. "I was just thinking about how you have started using other school's girls, why? Aren't Winterbottom's girls satisfying your f*****g desires?" I took a step back, smirking and diverting my mind from my rising heartbeats.
And he just chuckles again.
Ass.
"What are you talking about, Amara?!" He asks, innocently as if he doesn't know anything.
"Well, Claire Boston? Remember? You were with here hours ago, which made my team late for the cheerleading practice..." I glare when I notice his smirk disappear and a frown applies on his forehead, as he looks... lost.
"Excuse me?!" I snap my fingers in front of him, as he finally looks at me after a few minutes of silence in the room.
I see his smirk forming now, as his eyes glint with amusement.
"Jealous?" He smirks wider, as I gape at him.
Is he serious? Cracked? Does he think that I would be jealous of what they do, never!
"Nah!" I scoff, folding my arms around my chest, decently this time.
"Well, baby, if you need me, want me, all you need to is ask!" I roll my eyes, as he smirks.
"Ask, and I will be yours!" He winks, as I feel bile coming up my throat, after this talk. I frown at him, as he smirks.
I walk closer to him, his back clashed on my pink wall as there is little space between us now. I frown, showing him my index fingers as a warning- "Stay away from Autumn High, don't even cast your f*****g shadow on my school, You filthy... Dirt!"
We stare into each other's eyes.
It's been some time when I hear the door of my room open and a familiar voice reaches my ears.
"Oops, Sorry! I didn't know, you are here, Talon!" We look at her, who grins at us.
"Hey, Alyssa!" He grins back. She gives a smile to him.
That's when I notice our proximity, as I move steps back, standing besides Alyssa.
He smirks again, moving out of the room. I sigh, as Alyssa stares at me.
"WHAT!" I raise my eyebrows, pulling her out of my room, and walking downstairs where I could hear almost everyone.
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