Lake didn't expect to win but yes, he won this bet and he would rub it in Storm's face till he got agitated.
"It's fine okay," Storm blurted and waved his hands over his head. "You won. Happy?"
Lake rose and did their infamous chicken dance. "Nah, I'm not happy. I'm freaking proud of myself."
Storm lowered his head and muttered, "yeah, don't get too comfortable."
They had placed a bet on which house their mother would pick for them to live in. Storm had gone for a beach house while Lake had gone for a house not too big and not too small but comfortable and right in the middle of town.
Storm, being overconfident of the two, had been convinced his choice was the best but alas Sara Richards went for Lake's pick.
"Okay my beauties," Celia clapped twice and ambled into the room clad in her usual morning attire; an oversized cotton tee and short shorts.
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Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. Two periods must've passed because the loud chime of the bell penetrated the door twice.Fiddling with her fingers, the thoughts of what her mother would do to her if word got out that she skipped classes and with a boy at that, made Adana's insides shudder."The window." Storm half exclaimed and heaved his weight off the floor and took hurried steps to the window.His long fingers played over the windowsill. How had he missed it earlier?With all his upper body strength, he managed to push it open causing the humid air to fill the small room. A stream of relief washed through him. He wouldn't have any problems with squeezing his way out. How Adana was going to squeeze through was his concern.The window level reached his chest region. He could just hop unto the sill, sit and balance, then fold up his legs to turn
"Okay, I think we all know why we're here." Mr. Albert pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up his thin nose and crossed his ankles. "I want no talking, gossiping, littering, and most importantly, don't try to take your phones."Not too long after his instructions were given, he nodded off, snoring heavily. The class consisted of eight students in total. They were to be here till late evening.
First, I'd like to say a huge thank-you to you, the reader for still reading. Yes, even the silent readers. I love y'all.You may read on...Mrs. Briggs relayed the day'
Making sure to inform her mother about her outing, she put her hair up in a bun. The day was already hot enough and she didn't need her hair making things worse.Today, her best friend hadn't been present at school. This wouldn't have bothered Leilani if Adana had called in sick but she hadn't called or texted. Not a single word."You know we could've taken my car and avoided this load of walking," Storm complained. "Do you even know her place?"Not ready to show her uncertainty, Leilani huffed and flipped him off. The truth was, she didn't know where Adana lived. This was where she usually saw her friend disappear down the path when they were meant to depart."Yes, I know where she lives," she mumbled. "Now quit your whining and man up."Storm scoffed. It was a pure coincidence that they both planned on visiting Adana and he was trying to be a gentleman by joining her. When they a
The level of warmth in the fast-food place they chose was comforting. Not as sweltering as the weather outside and not too stuffy either.Three large plastic cups of orange juice, a tuna sandwich for Storm and Adana, and a cheeseburger for Leilani, and lastly fries for everyone sat before them.After being served, Leilani took a cautious sip through her loop-shaped straw and observed her friend closely with narrowed eyes. "You ready to talk now, Dana?"Adana would've loved to get rid of the damp mood in the atmosphere between the two of them but she bit down the comment about her name. "Just a bad case of the flu, nothing else."Storm took his time chewing and swallowing a piece of French fry before countering her explanation. "The flu huh, but you didn't call or text Leilani," he started, "and you look like you went through something more than the flu."Adana lowered her head, her hunger forgotten. "It was a really nasty case of
Glancing at his wristwatch, he tapped his feet left with nothing to do. The single drop of perspiration rolling down his back wasn't helping matters either. Asking her this question was a huge step for him and the fact that she seemed to be late contributed to his fidgety state.Mr. Yale kept babbling on and on about the history of something he wasn't keeping track of. History of art? Whatever it was, Lake couldn't stop alternating between his watch and the door.As if the world was finally working in his favor, the door banged open and there she stood, panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat but he wasn't complaining because he was no different.Still recovering from her light run, Adana apologized to the teacher, and wanting the attention of the class off her, she hurriedly searched for an empty seat. Familiar dark eyes and dimpled cheeks smiled at her, patting the seat beside th
With Adana now at the base of the stairs, he went back to his game. His body battled with the console without restraint but his mind was a thousand miles away. Thinking back to this weekend.That boy knew Adana. He didn't know why he felt a twinge of jealousy that she knew another guy. He didn't have any control over her or her decisions.They had all driven back in silence, the boy passed out immediately his head made contact with the leathery seats of his car.Leilani gave him instructions to her place and exited the car after a short 'goodbye', exchanging meaningful gazes with her friend in the back seat through the rearview mirror. Making sure to adjust Sean so he was comfortable, Adana went to sit at the front.After a two-minute silence which felt like a century to Storm, he asked, "so what do you think we do to him?"She knew who he was referring to and honestly, she was clueless. "I don't kn
A heavy screen of light grey smoke, blanketed her face, filling her nose. The rough feel of the fume rushing into her mouth and traveling into her slowly failing lungs helped numb the activities of the day away and the medium-hard cylindrical tube gave her a sense of control.Tapping the butt of the stick on an ashtray she tricked one of her dummies into getting for her, she released the toxic puff into the polluted climate of the room.A loud bang resonated through the house, knocking the death stick out of the loose grip of her thumb and index finger.Protesting under her breath, she threw the sundress strewn negligently over the back of the couch on, tidied the living area, and dragged her feet to the door taking look through the peephole.It couldn't have been her cousin back from school. The clock reminded her that it was just a little past eleven.After a li