I know, I know, it's been ages since I've updated and I'm sorry, I got two other stories on the go you know! Jeez, anyways, did you like the last chapter? I thought it was the best so far, ahaha, but it didn't make much sense to me either, Lmao. Sorry that I keep laughing, it's I'm on some weird little laughing fit high because I've seen some funny stuff this week. Roflmao, here we go then.
Chapter 5
"Georgia, here now." Mum said before I could sling my bag around the curly bit on the banister and run up the stairs. She looked miffed, even more so than ever.
"What?" I asked, a tad too much attitude than I intended. Her face was red and her nose was flaring, kinda gross if you ask me. I was still smiling at the thought of kissing those full, pouty lips when Libby came in and smacked the back of my legs with Angus' head.
"Libby!" I shouted, rubbing the back of my leg and then going over to her to get Angus away from her crazy ideas. She pouted and went back to playing with one of those creepy baby dolls.
"Sit down," Mum said, she looked a little bit calmer now, but she was still furious. What did I do?
"I got a call off your head mistress before, apparently you and some boy crept out of detention and went for a little walk – home." She really did look miffed now, I was positive on a magnet, dead sure that she was going to ground me for a billion years and never let me out of the house, so much for getting a kiss off Cullen.
"Karen, your science partner was in tears for no reason according to the head mistress, but she did say something about you in a bush with this boy who you snook out of school with. Georgia, I was quite annoyed that you were late home; I thought you were probably with Jazz, but when you didn't call about staying for tea at hers I got worried, Georgia. Then your head mistress calls telling me that you had a detention and that you have left it with some boy! Georgia, you know what this means, and I don't think I need to explain it to you again!" She screamed, what was her problem? I bet she did stuff like that in school, I bet she did worse things than me, it'd be funny if she got bladdered every weekend though.
I small smirk must have escaped from my head and formed on my lips because in the next second Mum had turned flame red, looking as though she was about to explode or spontaneously combust.
"GEORGIA…. ROOM…. NOW!!" She breathed, still shouting though, Libby looked at me and smiled, shaking her head and picking up Angus to try to bottle feed him. I felt the urge to go over there and snatch Angus off her, but that wouldn't be very mature of a 15 year old would it?
I stomped up to my bedroom with a slightly goof grin on my face, for no reason. I mean, Mum was furious, I bet Dad wouldn't be as bad, but still he'd be mad, Libby was being her usual self, nothing was really making me smile, was it?
I thought deeper into my mind, reliving today's events, on the hill meeting everyone after the summer hols, seeing the Cullen's, English talking to that red haired girl, getting in trouble because we were talking, lunch, Art, Cullen finding me rather amusing, detention, Cullen texting me, running off with Cullen, hiding in the bush with Cullen, me realizing that he was a vampire. It was bombarded with Cullen, Edward Cullen. Not many thoughts of Robbie, the Ace gang or anyone else for that matter, just Cullen, Cullen, CULLEN.
It was like this when I melted for Robbie, all I could think about was kissing his perfect lips and seeing slaggy Lindsey fall to the ground, crying.
What would it be like to kiss Cullen? What would it be like to get to No. 10 on the snogging scale with Cullen? What would he be like with a girl that is so far from 'Bella'?
He'd never go for me; I'm just crazy, weird Georgia Nicholson, with only her Ace gang for comfort and friendship. The teachers hate me; I'm no good at anything in particular, I swear my head off, well, in my head, I'm constantly in detention, why would he go for me? Why bother, like in Twilight, I'm just as pathetic as Jessica Stanley, but maybe not as slutty. No, he's way outta my league, he'd go for someone like Elle, quiet, clever, alright looking, not me, big nosed, weird teethed, funny voiced Georgia.
I just lay there for hours, thinking of reasons why he'd never like me, and that he's better suited with someone more like him, like (sad to say) Lindsey, but maybe not Lindsey… If you get me.
But my mind crossed sides, and started to think of reasons why I was suited for him, in weird ways. He said I was smart, he told me he was a vampire; he thought I was funny, maybe cute, he offered to help get me out of detention, and he was being nice to me even though I was being a bitch to him…. Strange as it was, I think he might like me, and as obvious as it is, I like him.
I scrambled through my bedside table draw and picked out my battered but loved iPod and switched it on. I pushed the headphones into my ears and turned to music volume up to nearly full. The first song that came up was 'Womanizer' by Britany Spears. I started to sing along.
'Womanizer, womanizer,
you're a womanizer,
oh, womanizer oh,
you're a womanizer baby,
you, you, you, are,
you, you, you are,
womanizer, womanizer,
womanizer, womanizer,
boy don't try to front ah-ha,
know just, just what you are, are, are,
boy don't try to front ah-ha,
know just, just what you are, are, are…'
I heard foot steps approaching my room, then a small knock, followed by someone opening the door to enter.
"Gorgy? Little elf? Georgia, don't ignore me please… Oh you've got your headphones in…" Dad said, walking over to my bed, and sitting on the end of it. He tapped my shoulder but I didn't respond, I just couldn't be arsed.
He got up and shuffled around a pile of teddies, which were on the floor next to my bed, which I had pushed off the night before, and didn't bother to pick up. He lent over me and pulled one headphone out, then the other.
"Georgia? Are you okay pumpkin? I know that your mother had 'a go' but she was only trying to teach you a lesson. Gorgy, please, don't ignore me." He said, his tone soft and calm, obviously he didn't know about sneaking off with Cullen, only that Mum was furious with me. I opened my left eye and looked around the room for anyone else, which there wasn't and then opened my right eye and sat up.
"I'm fine Dad, I'm just… hormonal." I lied, using my extremely goofy voice. But I also told the truth, I was hormonal, I was all lovey dovey goo goo eyes over Cullen, and I knew it. I couldn't deny it. Whilst explaining to you guys about lovey dovey goo goo eyes symptoms of Cullen Dad started to look uncomfortable. He made a funny face and then handed me the house phone.
"Um, call Jazz if you're feeling down, she always, um, helps you out in these times. I am useless…" He frowned at himself and then got up from where he was sitting and gave me a peck on the forehead. I grimaced and then rubbed my head; he smiled and then walked out, shutting the door behind him.
I debated with myself whether I should call Jazz or not, I mean, she would help, but not to a great extent which I might need, she's good when I emotionally break down, like after Robbie said it was over because he was going to London (Prick), but not so much in these circumstances. I could call Cullen, but… I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. Instead I decided to consult the one online network of people I call good friends, my help service (A.K.A. Twitter buddies). They were good in times of need; they were all experts in these kinds of areas so they would be good help.
I typed in 'twi' and twitter came up straight away, I logged in, and then immediately typed in my status.
'Gorgy needs help, I am in a difficult situation of sorts, and I hope a have a twitter buddy at hand. Please, it's boy trouble!'
Within a few minutes RochellaKepp replied;
'Hey Georgia, is it a hot boy? AGAIN? How come you get all the good luck? Who is it this time, Rob Pattinson or some shit, knowing your luck it probably is! Consult me George, Love Rochella x'
I started to type into the box when I heard a knock at the front door…
-End of chapter-
Ooer, Cliffy ;) I'm so mean, I know… I love twitter, it's v. cool to hear about Peter Fancinelli's day, he rocks my socks, Hehe! I like Stephen Fry's one too, even though sometimes he speaks in gibberish. If you want you can hit me up on twitter, I am OliviasFiction-
Yeah so you enjoy? Well I only wrote this today because my cruddy parents wouldn't let me go to Matthew Street Festival, which all my friends are going to! Stupid parents, :L.
R&R Please, it would make my day, it really would!
Reviews are better than realizing Cullen might like you!
Olivia x