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For those people who hates boring CRAP.. u can skip this chappie it just mainly talks about Anna's life and her background… so prepare urself not to fall asleep..lolx

THANKS XXX for helping me out with this chapter (xxx  my weird friend ..)

Chapter 2

Two Months Later…

Yes, I had kept his hair. Two months later and I still had it, tucked in the center pages of a Love Story book.

It was strange how I only met this man once and he still has this profound affect on me whether I was in school, or in Tae Kwon Do classes. In spite of all of that, I saw his face everywhere. Okay, maybe it was all in my mind. But still, this loser should not, and cannot, invade my mind like that. No man has ever come close.

It was summer break. School was over. And I was on my way to pick up Pirika who wanted to tag along for a session of Tae Kwon Do. I had on track pants and t-shirt that read, I hate the world

My hair had been tied back like usual, with an addition of a bandana over my head to protect me from the glare of the morning sun. I had on my favorite pair of sneakers because I had plan on going for a jog before dropping by the class. I changed my mind once the I stepped outside and realized that I brought along my gym bag.

About Pirika, I don't know why she even bother to come along when she hates everything I like. That's why she's my friend, I guess. She puts up with all of my crap. From my bhin', to my bhin', to more of my bhin'. Yep, that's Pirika for you. She's a rich girl. One might wonder why she would want to hang around a girl from a middle class family. Our families have never met one another. We both try to keep that from happening. Because it'll be like heaven and hell summoned together. We both don't want that to happen either. Besides our friendship was way too precious to have our parents to ruin it for us. Whereas Pirika's parents enjoy boasting about their only child, my parents prefer to speak the worst of me. Not that I mind. I don't think I've ever done anything they wanted of me either. I guess I can understand why they find me so unlovable.

"Anna!" shouted a high pitch voice coming from behind me.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention one other thing. I have the most annoying siblings ever. They're fraternal twins. Yin and Yang is the title my parents like to use with them. One is name Sara and the other is Daniel. Sara is the girl of course, having a female name. And yes, she's the one who just called out for me.

And then there's Daniel, her male half. They are both inseparable and intolerable. They follow me everywhere I go, like two wild dogs who are willing to bite anyone just for food. Did they really think it was cool to hang around their older uncool sister? The strange thing about it is that they're more cooler than I was, I don't know why they go off thinking that I was the leader of their made up crew that included only the three of us. (Wahhh! This is what happens when you don't have no friends !)

Gosh, if only they knew how incredibly aggravating it gets. It sucks even more when there's nothing I can do about it. This tag-along habit started since elementary school. I had once confronted them about it. It didn't turn out as I had planned. I first intended to ask them nicely but they chose to evade my question. So that led me to torture them…

.:Flashback:.

Six years ago…

(Picture Me with Sara and Daniel's heads under each arm as I wrestle them to the bed)

Me (in and angry tone of voice): Tell me quickly or I will use the death strike on both of you!
Sara: You can't do this to us. I'm telling MAMA!
Daniel: You can't do this to us. I'm telling MAMA!(Note: Daniel likes to repeat whatever Sara says not very bright back then)

( Picture Me -- forcing their heads closer together while they squirmed in discomfort. Puahahhaa!)

Sara: Gah! Your pit smells!(Note: Sara has always been keen on her senses. Especially her sense of smell. I knew she wasn't wrong about it)

Before Daniel could echo Sara , I already pressed their heads together until their foreheads touched.

Sara: Gah! DANIEL, your breath smells!
Daniel: What are you talkin' about. I brushed my teeth last night!

I sighed in hopelessness and released them, knowing they weren't going to answer me. From then on, there's nothing I could do, but learn to cope with them.

.:End of Flashback:.


Sara's a bold one, I'll tell you that. Bold and likes speaking her mind. She once told her teacher that his breath stank when no one else could. That got her teacher angry and he wanted her punish by ordering her to clean the school's washrooms. Knowing my sister was keen with her sense of smell, before she even step through the doorway, she fainted on the spot from the overwhelming stench. It was sometime later when the doc told us that she was sensitive with her sense of smell and that she needed to keep away from anything that stinks. That means, no farting, belching, cheap perfumes or unapplied armpits when being around her.

My mom had blamed my father for Sara's unusual problem. She said that if he didn't smell so much like dog urine, during the time of her pregnancy, Sara would have came out normal like everyone else. My dad, of course had the usual reply. He blamed my mom for wearing the pants when she bore me in her stomach, that's why I came out a female acting no different from a man. Then my grandmother would join in adding that if they had both made up their mind in the first place agreeing on both a girl or a boy, they would've never had the messed up twins, as she calls it. The blaming game could go on forever, nobody would win and nobody would lose. That was how it was like with my strange family.

But let's back to Sara. Not only that she had too look good and keep away from bad stenches, she made sure her other half, looked and smelled as good as her. And that was Daniel, my younger brother.

He was tagging close behind, holding up his baggy pants as he ran, bumping right into Sara who had come to sudden halt in front of me.

Damn that kid! I told him to wear a belt so his pants didn't get anywhere lower than his ass. If he had been younger, I might've reached out and pull out his hair. You know, I think I would've done so then but Sara was standing in the way.

Unlike Sara who has never had a bad hair day in her entire life, Daniel was a little on the rough side. His hair stood out at the ends so he never left it long, instead he prefer to keep it short and touched up with gel. His clothes were always oversized and loose on his medium size frame. Being a few inches taller than Sara, that made him my height. Somewhere around 5'5".

Just like Sara, he had on a white beret on, along with muscle shirt and a pair of blue baggy jeans. He was cute, I had to admit. With his puppy dog eyes and the-cute-boy-next-door kind of face and with both his ears pierced. What girl could resist his charms?

Doh! The hell was wrong with me? Was I really finding my brother cute?

Moving right along...

Sara made sure that Daniel always coordinated with her and looked almost as good as she did. When they were younger, Sara used to play dress up with her twin and forced him to wear girl clothes. Whenever he refuses, she would threaten to pull out all of his hair. Daniel gave in reluctantly and even allowed Sara to take snapshots of him. Poor Daniel grew use to Sara's relentless abuse.

Although it wasn't long until Sara had transformed him into one of the coolest guys on the block. Which was one of the reasons why he had girls calling him up every night. Nevertheless that only increased his cockiness to the level of 'I'm God's gift to women'. When I reminded him that he wasn't all that great, he would tell me that he was the first male to make short men look good, and that others followed after him.

Daniel walked around thinking he was the main attraction to girls. One time when he was younger, he played the kissing tag in the park. That smart-ass made up his own rules and made sure that he was the only boy allowed in the game. Later that evening the enraged mothers of all the girls he had kissed, stormed into our house like a heard of angry tigresses demanding that Daniel apologize to each and everyone of them. That little flirt had simply told their mothers that it wasn't his fault if they had joined in on the game. It wasn't like he was forcing them to do anything they didn't want to. And my father, favoring Daniel, apologized on his behalf, lying that Daniel had a kissing problem. From then on, all of girls' mothers decided to keep their daughter away from Daniel. But they couldn't refrain their daughters for long because little kissing Daniel was no longer a child no more. What would their mothers have done if they found out that Daniel has kissed each and everyone of them more than once? Even worst, that the girls gave in more willingly this time? Let's face it. Daniel is a player and that's that.

Ah yes---where were we? Both my younger siblings had caught up to me…

Sara rolled her eyes at Daniel when he ran into her and then looked at me and finally said, "Me and Daniel are coming along too."

I raised my brow in question and annoyance. "Why the hell for!" I nearly shouted.

"Well Daniel tells me he wants to go watch the older girls practice."

Daniel grinned slyly, showing off his dimples.

I poked a finger at his forehead. "Whatever, pervert."

He crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. "You're not letting us tag along with you?"

"Why is it so important to you? You've never been interested in my Tae Kwon Do classes. Even if you are there for the girls," I paused trying to make up any excuse, "you won't get to touch them before getting the crap beaten out of and being hospitalized for a week. These girls aren't normal."

"No, they're normal alright. You're the one that's abnormal. Only ice queens like you have minds like you. Beating guys up for being guys that's just wrong, sis," he retorted indignantly.

"Excuse me?"

Sara let out a deep breath, easing the growing tension that came from me only. "Gosh, didn't you just heard what he said? He called you an ice queen!"

I might've been offended by that remark, unfortunately I had grown used to it.

Daniel stepped in front of Sara this time. "How are you so sure they won't fall for my charms?"

The only answer I could come up with was, "Because---you're an idiot. And you used to wear girl clothes!"

He smiled again. This time, proving that he wasn't going to lose. I hated that smile because I knew already loss the argument. "What if I tell you that I'm going there to meet one of these older girls?"

Ugh! Why wasn't I surprised? Shifting my gaze over to Sara, I asked, "And why are you tagging along? Don't you know that place reeks of B.O.?" (B.O sweat and smelly odor ".)

"If it was anyone's B.O. that's reeking., it'd be yours sis," she replied, looking at her nails.

"Excuse me?"

Daniel wanted to repeat what Sara just said, but I cut him off rudely. "I know what she just said you half-brain." Shoving him aside, I faced my blunt sister. "For one thing Sara, I don't smell. Get that through that head of yours."

She still didn't look at me when she said, "Keep telling yourself that."

Why that little btch. She was asking for it. "Oh gosh, Sara, is that toothpaste I see in your hair or bird droppings?"

She half jumped in a panic and cried out in a fit without bothering to check first. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Daniel-ah! Get it out of my hair right now!"

Daniel complied immediately and began looking for it while I took my chance to escape, turning the corner, scraping my elbow against the brick wall and running through an alleyway and then climbing over the fence and then down another alleyway until I met with Pirika who was waiting impatiently along a street just outside her limo, wearing a cute lavender dress with her hair done up nicely.

She had tears welling in her eyes, which was obviously a clear sign that none of what she was about to tell me was good.

By the time I reached her, I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath as she threw her arms around me, squeezing the airs out of my lungs. "Wahhhhhhhh Anna! You have to help me!" she cried out.

No, you have to help me first! I wanted to scream. Thinking I was going blue, I held her shoulders back and let out a deep breath before saying, "Huh---why---what--who?"

You see, the thing about me, even though I try to be a concern friend, I always have the wrong words flowing from my mouth.

She gripped my hands tightly when she said, "My mom wants me to go to meet my potential husband, like right now!"

The thing about Anna, she was always being set up with worst men out there. They weren't bad men. Just hideous looking ones who were all over 10 or 20 years her senior.

"Potential husband? How old and ugly is he this time?" I questioned, trying to erase the haunting images out of my head.

She wiped her eyes and almost snorted. Wait---I think she did. "He's not ugly. Nor is he old."

I laughed finding it unusually funny. "Then what's wrong with him?"

"He's too much of a gentleman for me. Too perfect. Too handsome. Too rich. Too well-educated. From what I've heard and seen."

"Wow that's my dream man right there!" I blurted unknowingly and Pirika gave me a curious expression.

"I was joking."

"I don't want to get to know him. I'm afraid that my parents might be right about him. I'm afraid I might fall for him and that would make my parents look good. And I don't want them to look good. They're both fakes."

"Aw Pirika, if fate forces you fall for this fellow then that's means you're meant to be with him. Who knows? It might end up turning into a disaster like you wish. Sometimes you just don't know what to expect. Stop crying and go meet him."

Ha ha! This is coming from the number#1 skeptic of fate. Hey, I had to say something to sound reasonable.

She wailed even louder this time and I knew I didn't help. "Stop it, Pirika!" I tried to hush her as passersby's angled us strange looks.

When Pirika noticed the stares, she wailed even louder, and then shouted out, "Wahhhhhhh! They think we're lesbians!"

I glared at the two boys who had their arms entangled in each other as they walked away, still staring at our direction. "Can't blame them, Pirika---they're gay."

She snorted again. This time I reached into my gym bag and pulled out a small towel and gave it for her to use. Once she was done with it, she handed it back to me. "Thank you."

"Keep it," I insisted look uncertainly at the towel that has transformed into a snot-rag.

She didn't look in my eyes when she asked, "You think I should give him a chance?"

"Yes," I answered truthfully, glad that this stranger was younger than the others. And that perhaps this one. Just this one, might be the perfect guy for Pirika.

She forced a smile to her face. "I guess I should go huh? I'm sorry about not being able to go with you today. Maybe another time when I feel like releasing all of my anger."

I smiled back. "Yeah, another time."

She was about to turn to leave when she stopped and crane her head. "You want a ride there?"

I looked past her to the limo behind her. "Naw, it's okay. I can walk. It's only down the street."

"Okay. Well, have fun Anna."

"Yeah, I will," I said.

I watched the limo turn right at the lights and before heading down the street reminding myself that everything was going to be alright, despite the unsettling feeling weighing heavy on my stomach since I woke up that morning.

Note: this chapie wasn't suppose to be LIKE ROMANCE cuz its kinda like introduction to every1 and the main character AND THE NEXT CHAPTER.. you'll see who THAT SPECIAL HAIR DUDE is.. aka the beast btw. IF U LIKE IT.. HOPE U ENJOY IT !