Adaline
Now, Jemima doesn’t stop in saying that we are perfect from each other. Me and Ayato I mean.
She tries to find us a couple name and it’s too annoying.
“Omg! What about Adato?” She gasped. “Or Ayatoline!”
I gaped at her.
“Jemima! We are not perfect for each other! He is popular and a troublemaker and I’m just a sarcastic normal girl!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air exasperatedly. Jemima looked at me with a smirk on her face. Oh God, that look doesn’t bring out good vibes…
“So if he was kind of like you , you would of dating him?” She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward. I nodded my head.
“Yes!”
Finally , she was getting on what I was trying to say.
Jemima taped her finger on her chin. She opened her mouth to speak but her buzzing phone stopped her. She took it out and her eyes twinkled when she saw who texted her. I narrowed my eyes at her sudden bubbly mode.
“Zach Darren invited me to his party!” She exclaimed bouncing. I rolled my eyes. Good thing that I don’t get invited to parties.
I shuddered at the thought. I hate everything about parties. From the too loud music to the smell of alcohol and sweaty people grinding on each other. Damn, I really hate parties.
Jemima’s face fell.
“The party is tomorrow tho!” But it didn’t last long until her face lit up. “He said I can invite everyone… I want…” After she read that her eyes slowly went up to meet my own.
I widened my eyes and shot up from the bed. I sprinted to the door and tried to open it. I gulped. It’s locked.
I turned around slowly only to saw my sister smirking and tapping her fingers.
I’m dead…
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“Can we go home?” I whined as I carried all the bags of clothes my sister bought for us.
She forced me into getting here. In the one of the ugliest place on Earth. Mall…
Jemima rolled her eyes but waved at the fifth person in this mall she knew. Seriously, I think all the people in this town knew her.
“Paula!” She exclaimed and waved at a girl. She approached that girl and they both squealed , hugging the living lights out of them. The same as Jemima, she had a skirt of a belt, a too tight and transparent tank top – which I think you can find it in the child’s department into a store of clothing- and some killer high -very high- heels. Although, her face was the most… attractive. (Note the sarcasm)
Her eyeliner was too prominent , the same with her red lips. I scowled.
She turned to me and made a face, then she covered it with a smile.
I already don’t like her.
“Oh, and who might you be?” She asked in her too snobby voice. And beside that, her voice was high-fucking-pitched.
I let a fake smile tug at the corners of my lips.
“Hello, I’m-” I began to say but Paula cut me off. I tightened my fists at my sides.
She waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, I know you’re Jemmy’s maid.”
Smoke was already coming out of my ears, my head was ringing and my nostrils were flaring. I’m this close to snap that bitch’s neck.
She smirked seeing my reaction.
I shook my head mentally and tried to not let her get to me. I smiled sweetly and venomously at her.
“Oh , sweetie. I’m not her maid. I’m her sister. ” Paula gasped and Jemima looked shocked that I said that. I was the one who said to her to not say to anyone that I was her sister.
“Oh. Eem. Gee! Are you her sister?! You can’t be! Jemima’s more pretty and stylish than you !” Jemima looked at Paula and frowned. She came at me and linked her arm with mine. I looked up at her, because she was on her high heels.
“She’s my sister. My twin sister and I don’t care what other’s think.” She smiled at Paula who looked as if she has been hit with a brick in face. I stiffened a chuckle. I wonder how her face would be if she was really hit by a brick.
Paula’s eyes snapped to me but she smiled nonetheless. I squinted my eyes at her but then shook my head slightly and gibe her my best fake smile.
She put her hand on her heart and pouted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Here comes the drama…
” Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! Please , can you forgive me?” She surprised me with a hug. I stood there surprised but played her game. I hugged her back.
“Of course!” I lied smoothly through my teeth. Damn, I’m good.
“Don’t get in my way of becoming popular, bitch. I’ll destroy you if you’ll do that.” She whispered harshly in my ear. I widened my eyes. So that’s what she has been all about.
She retracted and smiled sweetly at me. I might get diabetes from how sweet her smile was.
“Thank you, sweetie!” She exclaimed in her high-pitched voice. My fucking eardrums!
Jemima was a few steps away from us , smiling at us. I bet she didn’t hear what Paula said to me. Jemima gasped and chuckled.
“Oh silly me! I forgot to make the presentations! Paula, this is my sister Adaline. Adaline , this is my best friend Paula!” She pointed to each other as she spoke.
I looked from my sister to Paula. “Nice to meet you, Paula.” I put emphasis on her name, crossing my arms over my chest. She smiled and nodded her head.
Jemima turned to Paula and asked her what she is doing here. Paula smiled.
“Shopping for Zach’s party! It will be the party of the year!” She quealed and Jemima began to bounce , happiness surrounding her. I rolled my eyes. Doesn’t they have something better to do… like learn?
“Yay! Me and Addy here were doing right the same thing! We could shop together!” She got Paula’s hands in her hands and they began to bounce.
What? I’m not gonna stay any longer with that bitch! I’m going to pull her hair if I do.
They turned to me. “So Addy? What do you say?”
I turned my head to Jemima , confused. “Huh?”
Jemima looked at me weirdly but smiled nonetheless. “Do you want Paula to tag along with us?”
“Yeah, Addy. Do you want me to shop with you?” Paula’s sweet voice rang in my ears. I snapped my eyes to her and smiled sweetly, but she saw and felt the glare in my eyes and the venom in my smile.
“I would love to. And please, call me Adaline.” I offered but she shook her head. Only the ones important to me can call me like that, I wanted to say but restrained myself.
“No. I like more Addy.” She tilted her head. I nodded and we began to shop for new clothes for the party tomorrow.
As Paula and Jemima talked, I was looking at the mannequins behind the storefronts.
Through our walking and Paula and Jemima squealing over hot boys and cute clothes , Jemima’s phone buzzed. We stopped and she took it out with a frown on her face.
Her face fell when she read the text. Paula looked at her and tilted her head to the side, worried. Worried my ass. She just plays worried.
“What it is, Jemmy?” She asked and I mentally scoffed at the nickname.
“The party moved on Saturday.” Jemima pouted. Paula hugged her and rub her back soothingly. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Damn, stop your PDA.
“Don’t worry. We have more time to shop!” They began to squeal and I put my hands on my ears.
God have mercy on me, please.
“Cherry?” Paula and Jemima looked behind me and gasped. I pursed my lips , already knowing who is it. God, you really hate me, no?
I turned around slowly and there he stood.
“Ayato…” I grumbled.