one [Before The Countdown]
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Monday
"Well, if it isn't Ivy Hastings coming back to school," Nikki Whitson's voice dripped with sarcasm and contempt. "What's the occasion?"
Before we start, let me get this clear. I had been MIA from school for around two months. And not much has changed.
Correction: Nothing had changed
I thought I could reach for homeroom, in complete stealth. But you know how a snake detects movement so easily despite the fact that they're blind? Well, Nikki's like that. So here I was in the school hallway, cornered by the snake.
"Oh, the usual," I remarked in my usual in-your-face tone. "The doctor told me I wasn't getting enough ugly around."
Nikki Whitson thought she owned the school. Technically, Christopher Maren did. Who, by the way, was actually a very nice guy if you got to know him.
The only thing about him that stood out? He preferred solidarity and being the son of the school's owner, he got it. He didn't talk much, but I was told that he was quite the grumpy young man. He liked being reserved in his own private room, courtesy: being the son of the owner. I would kill to be in his place.
Back to Nikki. She's your typical cliché queen bee with one worker bee at each side, Selene Godwin and Chanel Rodney. And not to forget the cherry on top, Kevin Mathers- her arm candy.
"You're so funny," she stressed on each word. "So funny that I forgot to laugh."
In books and movies, they show that the mean girl is well, mean and cunning and an evil genius.
Nikki was mean. Cunning. Evil.
But not a genius.
It was ironical that she was a blond with big blue eyes, and pretty before the cosmetic surgeries she went through.
The surgeries just enhanced her already good looks.
She lacked intelligence. And she was one of those who were too dumb to realize it.
"Aww," I cooed. She hated my guts, and I wasted no time in shoving it on her face. "You crack such lame jokes. You'll get better. Don't you worry, blondy, you'll get better."
"You know, single Icy Ivy," she used my inglorious, unwanted and annoying nickname. I was pretty sure she was the one who started it. " The Spring Valley Dance is in two weeks. Who would you go with?"
Ouch.
She played the single Icy Ivy card.
The deal is I'm not popular but still acknowledged, in a bitter yet somewhat known, way by Nikki at school. But I have a track record for being single.
I'm the girl who has a retort for everything.
I'm the girl people get too scared to get close to.
Which is how I got the name Icy Ivy and at times when my anger overtakes over my sense, human blizzard. Go figure.
And it sort of doesn't help that I work at an Ice Cream Parlour.
Now, that scares away people.
Including potential hot guys.
Sorry. Correction- all the guys.
At every school dance, fest, event or whatever social gathering I am invited or forced to attend- I have no date.
And I'm a senior at Maren High. That's saying a lot.
"I'm pretty sure Cody would love to take you," her lips formed a smirk that dangerously reminded me of Medusa. "Oh, I forgot. He's taking Chanel here."
Even the Ice Girl can get cracks on her shield of ice.
I know I looked like a retard just standing there and not saying a word, surrounded by Nikki and her bees. But what could I say?
She knew that I always had a mini crush on Cody Mathers, her arm candy's younger brother.
Okay. Not mini crush.
A major huge sky-rocketing humongous size-of-a-planet crush on him.
Just like how I shoved my guts on her face, she shoved the fact that Cody was a distant dream in my face.
We went along well like that.
"What's wrong, Ivy?" she sneered with her surgery-induced pouty lips. "Cat got your tongue? Or you're just embarrassed that you'll be alone again, without a date, in a social event? You can watch Cody slow dance with Chanel."
The bees chuckled at the mere mention of Cody. Again.
"Or maybe she could take my cousin, Jared for a slow dance?" Selene snickered. She was your typical rich girl who went on exotic vacations every summer. Getting tanned, dyeing hair and wearing coloured-contacts-depending-on-the-mood sort-of-a-rich-girl.
"Actually," I cleared my throat, breaking away from my self induced daze. "I've got a date."
What? Where did that come from?
I wanted to take back my words but the expression on Nikki and the bees' faces was priceless. If I had my camera with me, I'd record it. In complete 4K. With surround sound.
"What?" Nikki bit out, wanting so hard to not believe it. "What did you say?"
"That I've got a date," I went on. Shut up you stupid mouth. "He's my boyfriend." What the hell.
A huge curve appeared on Nikki's lips. Like she was planning something so evil that she could not believe it herself.
Like how I couldn't believe what I had just said.
"Well then, it is settled," she smirked like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. "Bring him along to the the Spring Valley Ball. If he does exist at Maren High or this town, he wouldn't miss it, right?"
My heart thudded. What have I done?
"He wouldn't miss it for the world," my voice went on auto-pilot.
"See you around, Ivy Hastings," she gave a contemptuous smile and went on to her next class, with her worker bees following close behind.
What have I done?
ČTEŠ
f#ck love, fake love
Teenfikcewhite lies, school dance and bad boy Hunter McCarthy. the top three things that are going on in Ivy Hasting's life with her innate ability to burst out lies about her love life. to save face, she enlists the help of the infamous (but very attractiv...
