Chapter Two
Chapter Two
“Ugh, you illiterate moron. How could you even think that? What? Were you raised in a barn with a bunch of pigs? Your brain MUST be the size of a CRUMB. Get away from me!”
I sit a few feet away chuckling at my sister who was flipping out on her boyfriend. That just proves my theory. The temper runs in the family. I am not the only Franklin girl with PMS 24/7. Good to know.
”The nerve of that guy. Can you BELIEVE him? The moron.”
“What did he do now Stef?" I asked my sister as she still sat ranting and raving about Brad, her boyfriend of 2 years.
”He accused ME of cheating on him with Bob. I wouldn’t have minded the accusation so much, but BOB? Eww. Not in a million years.”
“He’s just a player in looove. Oh god help me. Where did that come from?” I exclaimed after, to my distaste, I starting singing a Backstreet Boys song.
“I’m going to get some ice cream. Wanna come?”
“Ice cream? Since when can I resist ice cream?”
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“MMM Chocolate. Gotta love chocolate.” I exclaimed, accidentally bumping into someone. “Oh excuse me si..”
“YOU?” The person and I shouted at the same time. I had just some face to face with the one and only AJ McLean.
Round 2 of the “Franklin Screaming Matches” was about to begin…now.
“Excuse me Mr. BACKSTREET BOY, but don’t you know how to watch where your going? Or are those ugly sunglasses obstructing you view?” I yelled trying to get the attention of all the teenagers in the mall so they could maul AJ.
“Yo AJ Man. Be quiet. People are starting to stare.” Some tall kid said.
“She started it!” AJ exclaimed.
“ME? Um, YOU bumped into ME. Don’t even think about blaming ME. Why don’t you just go buy some nicer sunglasses and get out of my face before I am forced to make it known that you are here.”
“Hey. Why don’t you just leave him alone?”
“Aw AJ. You need someone to fight your battles for you? Hey blondie, I don’t know who you are. Personally I don’t care. But you need to SHUT UP. Gee, AJ you’re really quiet. Cat got your tongue? You know what? Don’t answer that. I could care less.” I said grabbing my sister and storming off.
“Man, Bone. What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything Nick. I told you, she started it.”
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“Blah, blah, blah, blah. I swear that is the only thing I ever hear come out of your mouth when you talk. Why don’t you slow down, take a few breaths every once and a while and start talking like a civilized human being. Not some teeny bopper who just met her idol.” I asked Jessica. She was flipping out on me again for flipping out on Mr. Jerk. But of course she was talking a mile a minute so I couldn’t understand a word she was saying.
“WHAT is WRONG with YOU?” She yelled. “You can’t just flip out on people like that, especially not someone famous, ESPECIALLY not the hottest BACKSTREET BOY.”
“He is not hot Jessica. He is a freak.”
“That’s his style! I mean look at you.”
’Ohh, she’s gonna get it. “What is wrong with the way I dress?”
”You dress to boring.”
“Correction. I dress like any normal human being would dress. Besides you dress the same. Geez you practically always have MY clothes on so I wouldn’t be talking.”
“You’re not getting my point Lauren!”
“Got that right.”
“I’m just saying everyone has their own style. Don’t bash people just because you don’t like how they dress!”
“Hey wait a minute. I’m not bashing him for the way he dresses. I just don’t like him.”
“Why? You have no real reason not to.”
“Oh, yes I do.”
“Really? What?”
“Well, uh, I have my reasons. Besides I’ll never see him again. Like it matters why I hate the guy.”
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