(This is the 2nd Chapter of my teen fiction novel, Please read the 1st chapter and prologue before hand)

Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning at a little past eleven o’clock, because there was, like, a totally annoying light coming from the crack between the curtains. You know, don’t you think curtain companies could, like keep their curtains from doing that? Because, that’s just, like, really inconvenient. I mean, like, how the hell am I supposed to get all my beauty sleep? This county is like so inconsiderate! Geez!
I used my arms to prop myself up in my sleep number bed (I’m a 46 by the way), and realized that I was sore. But that was only to be expected, have you ever been in a four-hour cheerleading practice? Its tuff work! Like, I just can’t understand why people think we are all sissy and girlie. I think that if every one took at least one cheer practice, that people would stop making, like, fun of us. First we start out doing like a zillion crunches, then we warm up, and then we have to practice our routines over and over. Then when your, like, ready to pass out, they tell you that the practice actually goes an hour later. And then you’re stuck up there for another hour watching the clock. And I’ll tell you something, that is, like, one long hour.
When I finally managed to get myself into my pink garden-themed bathroom, I looked into the mirror. My eerie gray eyes stared back at me. My eyes are like completely devoid of color besides gray of course. They aren’t blue-gray or hazel-gray, just, like pure gray. But as far as the gene pool goes I’m pretty, like, blessed, besides my eyes of course. I’m slender-bodied with long natural, perfect, golden-blonde hair; it goes all the way down to my butt. Some people tell me I look like Cameron Diaz. In reality it’s true, but like my eyes and lips are more defined than hers. I get a lot of these traits from my mom (no, she’s not, like, Cameron Diaz), but the freaky-deaky eyes come from my other parent.
When I was done beautifying myself in the bathroom, I padded down stairs in my Victoria’s Secret slippers which, like, perfectly matched the little pink nightie I was wearing. Ok so I, like, love the color pink. It doesn’t mean I’m a sissy. Hey, I’ve seen Goths wear pink, so you can’t say anything about my liking pink.
I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, and guess who was totally, like, there to see me in my nightie? Kevin, like the hottest boy on the football team, was sitting at the kitchen table with my gothic brother! My jaw dropped open, and my hands immediately went to the hem of my nightdress and pulled it down. It wasn’t, like, showing off my undies (which also match my slippers by the way), but it wasn’t long enough to be comfortable in public either. I had to, like, seriously keep myself from screaming and fleeing from the room, like a complete idiot.
Instead I stood there and said, “J.C.! Why in the hell are, like, hanging out with Kevin?”
“Nice to see you’re awake, Princess,” he said smugly.
I gave him a look, showing that I still wanted an answer.
Kevin decided to answer, “I’m paying him to tutor me for Algebra II. I sorta, don’t wanna take the course over again, and J.C.’s pretty good at math so I hired him”
“Ok,” I said, “I’m going back upstairs and getting dressed.”
“Good idea,” J.C. said
“Oh be quiet,” I said, shooting him another look.
So I went back upstairs, feeling stupid for totally, like, flipping out. Thank God I decided to put make up on before going downstairs. Actually, like, looking back on it, it would have been better if I had just fled.
It was Saturday and strangely, I had, like, nothing planned. So I guessed, I’d get changed, and stare at the hot guy in my kitchen. Since my activity this afternoon was boy watching, I decided I had better, like, dress accordingly.
Twenty minutes later, I strutted back into the kitchen wearing my super cute, faded, jean skirt (which totally makes my legs look hot); my silver heart n’chain necklace and earring set; my perfect, pale, pink tank; and high-heeled flip-flops to match. I left my hair the way it was (it was already, like, perfect).
“Hey,” I said rather pleasantly
“Hey, ‘sup,” Kevin answered
“Hello, Princess,” my brother said. (he always calls me princess to bug me)
I shot him another look. Then there was one of those awkward moments where nobody knows what to say.
“Well I’m going to have breakfast,” I said
“And I’m going back to tutoring then,” J.C. said, “and please don’t distract us.”
Like I’d ever be distracting.
I got out some Special K and some non-fat milk and poured myself some cereal. Normally I’d get a cup of yogurt and pour the cereal in there (which by the way is, like, surprisingly good), but I didn’t want to freak out the totally gorgeous Kevin. After words I sat at our corian-countered bar which faced the kitchen table directly. Then I started eating (while watching the dazzling chunk of meat across the table of course).
He was tall, on the muscular side (not, like, too muscular), and had a faultless perfect face with a strong, but not over-powering chin. His eyes were a pure, deep blue, like sapphires almost. His hair was brown-black, thick, and wavy, styled long but not too far past his ears. He was the perfection of the school.
After a little while, I noticed I was staring in the way that the goths or emos (or whatever they call themselves) at our school do to try and freak people out. To avoid being a weirdo, I focused on my cereal for a while and when I looked back up Kevin winked at me! OMG! HE winked at ME! So I winked back and gave him my super sexy smile. Then he smiled back!
Unfortunately my brother noticed that he was losing Kevin’s attention and told me to get out of the room.
“But J.C.,” I said in my sweet, benevolent, younger sister voice, “I’m just eating my breakfast.”
“Aidyn, first of all it’s almost lunchtime,” pointed out J.C., “and second it’s kind of distracting to have someone watching you while you’re trying to teach a lesson.”
“Fine, I’ll go eat in the living room”, I said after realizing that I couldn’t win this round.
I went out to the living room and turned the T.V. onto ‘Sweet sixteen’. I’m still perplexed on how those girls could possibly be so, like, bitchy about a five-thousand-dollar birthday party.
I was still sitting in our white, suede couch and watching MTV forty-five minutes later when Kevin in all his brilliance came out of the kitchen. He walked over to and sat on the couch next to me. My heart totally, like, skipped a beat.
“Man, If it weren’t for your brother I bet I would fail my exams coming up,” he said.
“Yeah, he’s smart like that,” I said. Can we, um, please get off the subject of my brother now? Thanks.
“So…umm,” he started then got his phone out and asked, “Can I get your cell number?”
OMG! OMG! OMG!
“Uhhh…yeah,” I answered, trying to keep myself from completely flipping out. I got out my own cell phone and we exchanged numbers. After that he got up to leave.
“See you later,” He said in a very sexy voice.
“Umm later,” I squeaked. I can’t believe I, like squeaked.
“Stay cute”
And like that he was gone. As soon as I was sure he was out of hearing distance, I started running around the room, squealing. It’s is important to let out extra energy like this, because if you like don’t, it messes with your chi or something.


(From author: Thx for taking the time to read this!!! You get 75 Fuzzy points!!!)