Authors note; Heck yeaaaah.

Song: … ROB PATTINSON.

Disclaiming; YEAH.

I Wish

Seven

You're a Whore. Yes you are! Yes you are!

Angela left not too soon after that. She took my blood again, and said she would be over in two days to say goodbye.

I didn't say goodbye to her when she left, because then she would have to come back. She wouldn't leave me forever without saying goodbye.

She also said that she was going to bring my new nurse with her. When I asked her if it was a man she just shrugged. She said she didn't know, which I'm sure is a load of rubbish. If she didn't know who they were how could she bring him with her? When I asked she just laughed and shook her head. She does that a lot.

Alice came over, looking excited. She had her bag thrown over her shoulder and her hair was even crazier than normal. Her cheeks were red and she had the biggest smile known to humanity plastered across her face. That made me smile, too.

"Guess what?!" She squealed, jumping onto the sofa beside me. I just raised an eyebrow, and that was enough to spring her into major talking mode.

"Okay, so there is this new guy in my English lit class…"

Alice loved English. It was her all time favourite subject, although I haven't seen her read a proper book in my life. I don't think magazines count. But I'm sure she has, because she had to write a report on Shakespeare. I have only read Romeo and Juliet, but I helped her type everything out, anyway.

I saw the film once, too. I only remember parts of it, because I watched it with Alice and she kept talking throughout the whole thing. But I'm used to it. I remember her squealing when Leonardo Di Caprio came on screen.

"…And I swear he is the best looking guy I have ever met."

She says that a lot. The last guy she met in a club was also 'the best looking guy' she had ever met. I don't understand how she could say that about a guy who she was dancing with in poor lighting conditions, anyway. I wouldn't be surprised if he had two buck teeth and Dumbledore tattooed on his back.

"He took the desk in front of me and my God he smelt amazing."

He smelt amazing?! He probably thinks she is a freak.

"Why the hell did you smell him?"

"Oh, no, not like that. I mean as in the wind blew and his smell…" I looked at her. She just shook her head. "Never mind. Forget it. Anyway, so I only saw the back of his head for the whole lesson,"

"And you decided the back of his head was the best looking guy?"

"No!" She said, exasperated. "If you don't shut up, I won't tell you."

I know I seemed like I couldn't care less, but this was actually quite interesting. Okay, she doesn't call every guy 'the best looking', just a few. And I must admit, the ones I have seen are good looking. I really did want to know.

I shut up.

"Okay, so when the bell went he stood up and when I went to stand I knocked all my books off the table."

That didn't sound like Alice at all. That sounded like something I would do.

"Did you do it on purpose?" She went red. I took that as a yes.

"Yeah, so he turned around and helped me pick up my books. His eyes…" She sighed wistfully. I had never seen her this… infatuated before.

Sure, there have been lots of guys. But they have just been one night stands and then possibly friends afterwards. But the twinkle in her eyes told me something different, but I couldn't quite place it.

"And he said 'Hey, um.' It was so cute! And then he was all like 'You okay?' And I doubt I could have spoken so I just nodded then he winked and left!" She looked at me expectantly. I stared at her.

"And…" I prompted.

I couldn't believe she was this crazy over a guy who had said no more than five words to her. I didn't believe he was as good looking as she was saying, either. I mean, what are the chances a totally hot guy joins an English lit class in the centre of term?

I guess Alice didn't have the best taste in men, anyway. There was one guy so horrific I couldn't look at him for long in fear of being turned into stone.

"And… what do you mean and? Did you not hear anything I just said?" I resisted the urge to shake my head viciously. "He's the one. He's the one, Bell!"

"What?! Seriously?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

No guy was ever 'the one' with Alice. We got close a few times, but never… she said it just didn't feel right.

"What so… no more dating? No more drinking and no more partying? No more one night stands?"

"Ha!" I knew it was coming. "As if. Do you not know me at all?" I don't know this Alice, no. I don't know any Alice that says he is the one after a few words and a lot of embarrassment. "No more dating, that's for sure. I don't want him thinking I'm a whore."

"You are."

"I resent that." I just 'hmm'ed in reply. Of course she resented that. "And no more one night stands, of course. That goes under the heading of whore."

"But you are a whore."

"Shut up."

In my world, a whore is someone exactly like Alice. I didn't mean it in a horrible way at all, because she wouldn't be Alice if she didn't go out on Saturdays. But I bet if I looked in the dictionary and found whore, Alice would match the description. It's just the way of life.

"I need you to help me get him."

I could have fallen to my knees when mum interrupted us. I hate participating in Alice's schemes, because I always end up worse off. Sure, there was nothing I wouldn't do for Alice, but still…

Alice looked at me. Her face told me that I wasn't off the hook. Yet.

"Girls, do you want a pizza?"

The best way to distract Alice is with food. Any food and she's there. She can smell pizza a mile off. She nodded at mum, a huge smile on her face. I just rolled my eyes and followed mum into the kitchen, leaving Alice sitting on the sofa.

I picked up the menu, scanning through it. I already knew what I was having anyway, but I made a habit of looking at the menu anyway.

Every first Friday of the month we have a takeaway. Mum calls it a treat, but I don't understand. Why would something so fattening be a treat? I don't question it though, in fear of loosing out every month for being cheeky.

I get annoyed at mum sometimes. She always treats me like a child. I'm sure I would be fine on my own, if push comes to shove. I would be fine. I can be responsible. I can. Mum just doesn't let me. I guess it's the mothering instinct or something. It's annoying, whatever it is.

I decided what order I am going to do everything today, and I will start tomorrow. Tomorrow will be my 'yes day'. Whatever it is, I have to say yes. That scares me a little, because Alice will be spending half of her day with me. That's why I'm not going to tell her about my 'yes day' because if she knew she will make me do really embarrassing things. Maybe that's a good thing. I'm not quite sure.

And I will look on the internet tomorrow – if I can get it to work – and try to find a concert I could go to. I want to go on my own, but there are two problems with that.

One: Mum will make me take Alice. It's because she doesn't trust me to look after myself, but I would probably be better off without Alice. She will just get drunk or something similar. But I'm used to it. I bet by the end of the night it will be me looking after her, not the other way round.

Two: Alice will insist on coming. If I say she can't, she will tell mum, resulting in previous outcome, or she will follow me. So really I'm in a lose-lose situation.

I don't care who I go to see. I just want to get the feeling of everyone listening to the same music at the same time. I want to feel as if I belong somewhere.

Then I will go clubbing with Alice. I will dance to crappy music and flirt with equally crappy guys and laugh fake laughs and dress up in clothes that hardly cover my ass and then I will have sex. I will let Alice introduce me to people because some of the people she hangs out with are actually quite nice. Or so I have been told.

After that I will visit dad. I won't take Alice because she is irresponsible. I will get a train on my own. I don't want mum to come, but she probably will anyway. She will wait outside of the cemetery, though. She can't stand to look at all the grave stones. They freak her out.

While I'm there, after I have visited dad, I will get lost. I want to be gone for hours and I want mum to panic. I want her to call the police to come and find me. That's three in one day: visit dad, get lost and be found. I think it's pretty clever.

I don't know what I'm going to do after that.

Before I visit dad, I want to meet the boy next door properly. I want to know what colour his eyes are, how tall he is and what music he listens to. I want him to find me annoying. I want him to be the one to slap me, just so I can slap him back. I want to see a red mark on his face, and have the satisfaction of knowing that I put it there.

End Chapter.

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