• Did You Hear ? She Made The Playboy Cry !

    Chapter Two: Bianca Holland

    Angelina P.O.V


    I straightened my hair today, dead straight. I think it made me look like a completely different person, I looked older more experienced. I grabbed my Paul’s Boutique handbag and stuffed my books in it. I hurriedly wrote a conclusion to the end of my essay before stuffing it in my bag too. I can’t believe they gave me homework on my first day, an essay even.

    But come on Lina this is high school. Ever since I saw Bianca yesterday, I’d been thinking of myself as Lina and not Angelina. Zaine said he was going to call me Angel, I was a little worried. It was too soon to be starting all that again. I wanted it to stay in the past. My report had been signed, a few bad comments, but those were only in lessons in which I sat next to Zaine.

    I don’t know why but he made me laugh at the silliest things, even his stupid grins get me going. I walked to school again; it weren’t so bad . I kept thinking about Bianca and how much she’d changed. She had to be anorexic. No-one was that thin and healthy. I wasn’t being petty jealous, honest. She was actually skinny, I didn’t want to bring it up, in case it was a sore spot or anything.

    I’d wait till we’d reconnected again. It might be too late by then. Shut up Lina. We had an assembly this morning, everyone gathered in the gym. Sitting on the bleachers. I couldn’t see Bianca or Zaine, so I chose the friendliest looking person and sat next to him. He turned to me I could easily read the expression on his face. It was the why the **** are you sitting next to me look; I returned it with a shy smile.

    “Hi I’m Angelina” I said, looking at his shoulders, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face. To look into his eyes.

    I felt him stand up, I looked up and I saw him walking away, he moved to the row behind me and sat there glaring at me. Whoa, I was only trying to be nice. I felt the presence of someone next to me, on my right. I swiveled around and was face to face with a boy I’ve never seen before. He had dirty blond hair, with black ends. He had snake bites and a tattoo on his neck just behind his ear. He was scene.

    I smiled nervously at him “Hi” I squeaked.

    “I’m Jordan Mills, you must be Angelina Sheerwood” He said his voice soft which surprised me even further.

    I shook his hand “Yeah” I looked at his exposed wrist and saw he had a luminous green bar going across it, it was gross. Why would anyone pierce their wrist? I made a mental note to stay away from this kid, he was weird. He sat back and watched me. He gave out a deep sigh.

    “I know what you’re thinking y-“

    “No you don’t” I said cutting him off. I hated people telling me what I was thinking and feeling it’s my brain my body, I know how it works.

    He grinned and laughed under his breath “Feisty. No I was just going to say, don’t judge a book by his cover”

    He turned back to the front to tune into the assembly. I was stunned; he’d been able to read my face so clearly and had the guts to admit it. I liked it. I smiled and turned to the front. Maybe I wouldn’t stay away from Jordan Mills.

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    Jordan turned out to be in my English language class. I was late; obviously I couldn’t locate the class. I handed my report to the teacher. I stood there grinning at him, like an over excited puppy. I practically ran to the free chair next to him.

    “Hello Jordan” I said my voice breathless and excited.

    “Hey” He said nodding his head at me.

    He picked up his pen and started writing something, I watched him for two seconds before getting out my pen and book. A white piece of paper landed in front of me. I jumped; snickering could be heard from behind me. I turned to see Zaine writing, but he had a large grin on his face. I turned back to the note and opened it up.

    So you and Jordan huh?


    He’d written in his messy scrawl. I looked up to the teacher before writing my reply.

    No, I met him this morning I was just proving a point.


    I didn’t turn around I just casually flicked the note behind me. I felt Jordan turn towards me eyebrows raised. I smiled at him. He turned around and saw Zaine bent over the note reading it intently. He just pursed his lips and turned back to his work.

    And that would be?

    That I don’t judge a book by its cover.

    So you’re not into him?

    What is it to you?

    Just curious, I just wanted to check if I needed to warn you.

    About what? Jordan seems to be nice.

    Yeah you would say that, but you don’t know the guy, you’ve only just met him, he could be a rapist for all you know. Or a fish murderer. Or a clown.


    I burst out laughing, which I quickly had to stifle into a cough. I turned to Jordan; all I could picture was him in a clown outfit killing an innocent fish. I started spluttering but I wasn’t the only one. Zaine was creasing behind me. The whole class turned to look at us; we must have looked like loons. Both of us sitting there laughing our heads off.

    “WHAT’S SO FUNNY” My teacher barked, I didn’t even know her name how bad was that?

    I only laughed harder; it wasn’t really even that funny. But their expressions were. I scrunched up the note and slipped it into my pocket; I could feel people trying to read it over my shoulder.

    “ZAINE, ANGELINA - OFFICE NOW” She barked.

    I slid out my chair gathering my books. I threw Jordan a friendly smile before walking out the room, with Zaine right behind me. I turned left; I didn’t know where the office was I was just planning to wonder around for a bit. Zaine grabbed my wrist.

    “Wanna get a Mcflurry?” He asked.

    I looked down at my watch. Might as well I had loads of time to kill. “Yeah sure, lead the way soldier”

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    “Please can I have two Crunchie McFlurries and two large chips?” Zaine ordered for us.

    He collected our food and we walked to a table at the far corner. I dumped my bag on the empty seat next to me. I pulled off the Mcflurry lid and dunked one of my chips in. I looked up and saw Zaine was doing the same. We both started laughing again.

    “You’re crazy Angel” He laughed.

    “Says the boy with chips in his ice cream” I came back.

    He flipped me off before stuffing his ice-creamed chip into his mouth. I took a big scoop of ice-cream, chewing on the Crunchie bits. Hmm . Tasty.

    “You know you remind me of someone I used to know, you look like her kind of. You both got the same hair color, similar noses” He said.

    I froze my spoon halfway to my mouth “Is that good or bad” I whispered

    He smiled “Definitely good”

    “That’s okay then” I said, happily carrying on with my eating. “Who was she?”

    “The girl I nearly fell in love with”

    “...Whoa intense”

    “Yeah” He sighed “But it turned out she wasn’t who I thought she was”

    I decided to change the subject, unfortunately I was not good at being comforting. Desperately I looked around the room, just in time to catch some girl taking a picture of me and Zaine. I balked, WTF? Why was she openly taking pictures of us? I was about to go over to them when Zaine whispered;

    “Leave them; you’ll make it worse by going over there”

    “Explain” I demanded.

    “Um the girls in our school are sort of obsessed with me, won’t leave me alone. And it doesn’t help that I don’t find any of them remotely worth my time. I mean for when I’m horny yeah but not for anything else, their all so shallow”

    “Oh so they document your every move?” I asked.

    “Yeah sort of, but it’s not me I feel sorry for, it’s you their going to eat you alive”

    I laughed, oh please. I looked back at the girls and smirked a plan formed in my head. I stood up and walked around to Zaine, he looked up at me, following me with his eyes. I sat on his lap and pulled his face towards me. I kissed him, long enough for them to get a few pictures. I pulled away.

    “Eat that bitches” I whispered under my breath.

    Zaine laughed, I got off him and he took hold of my hand “Let’s get out of here before you cause a war”

    I skipped to his car. It was a black hummer, fairly decent. I hopped into the passenger seat and fastened my belt. He climbed in and started the engine. The radio flickered on.

    “I might have to keep you around Angel; you can ward off any unwanted females for me”

    “Yeah course, but that might mean, me gluing my lips to yours” I laughed.

    He smiled and we headed back to school, we got back just in time for second lesson. The late bell went as we glided through the door. I smiled at Mrs Kingsley before taking my seat next to Zaine.

    “Votre juste à temps Miss Sheerwood, vous aussi Monsieur le Lockhorn” (Your just in time Miss Sheerwood, you too Mr Lockhorn)

    I turned to the front, the exercises were easy again, I stared out the window daydreaming...

    I was running in a field, he was chasing me; the grass was so green, it was the most beautiful place in town. You could practically smell the cleanliness of it all. I ducked behind a tree, he tried to follow me. I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him.

    “Can’t catch me” I called running away from him.

    My hair flowing out behind me in the breeze, a brown ripple he used to call it. He grabbed me round my waist and spun me around. Tickling me.

    “Gotcha’” He called.

    I spun round in his arms. His head moved down towards me. I leaned up on my tip toes waiting for our lips to connect...

    “Angelina!”

    Someone nudged my elbow. I jumped up, I saw Mrs Kingsley giving me a dirty look. I could feel Zaine’s gaze on my face. I hastily wiped at the tears that had formed in my eyes. I didn’t look up for the rest of the lesson. I was upset with myself; I promised myself that I wouldn’t dwell in the past. EVER! As soon as the bell went I rushed away from the lesson.

    I ran down the corridor, I hurried into the girl’s toilets. I put the lid down and sat on it. I just let the tears fall. I rolled back the sleeves of my shirt. I looked at the scars on my wrist. I concentrated on my breathing; I couldn’t let that happen ever again.

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    “DAD I’M HOME” I called as I slammed the front door shut. I climbed up the stairs and dumped my bag in the corner of my room.

    “Hey princess” My dad said, appearing at my doorway. He eyed my face suspiciously. He nodded his head.

    “Again?” He asked. I nodded.

    He pulled me into a hug “Don’t think about the past sweetheart, you know what it does to you, it’s time you moved on, focus on your new friends. How’s Bianca?”

    I sniffled “She’s fine; I think she’s anorexic though”

    “Hmm” My dad said “I don’t know what to say, sorry kiddo”

    I laughed “Yeah my life is messed any angle you look at it”

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